A/N: This is my first attempt at writing a fanfiction. I'm not sure if this is going anywhere, but I've had this idea in the back of my mind for the last couple days, begging me to put it down on paper.
Additionally, I'm going to make some changes to the setting in order to better fit my character, so if you read this, take note of the following:
1. As part of the story and for funsies, Seo is going to be my OC's next door neighbor, living in a small house adjacent to the apartment complex where my guy is going to live. Since Seo visited Maison Izumo located in the north a few times in the anime and manga, it's a reasonable assumption to say that in canon, he lives somewhere in the Northern part of Tokyo. In this story, he'll be living in the eastern section where my guy is going to be.
2. On the subject of Seo, there is going to be some bashing, in fact, at least for time being, Seo is going to be a huge dick. I didn't really like his attitude in the anime, and was sort of disgusted at his inability to retain a job, working his Sekirei like dogs to support him. So any Seo-fans, keep that in mind if you still want to read.
3. I'm going to try and write this without changing to much from the canon events, I'm not sure if my guy is going to have any interaction with Minato or not, but I will probably reference some of the events that Minato was a part of, probably through the news.
4. Again, this is my first fanfiction and also my first attempt at writing a fictional story period, so please bear with me and if you spot any inconsistences, feel free to point them out in the review section. I don't mind criticism as long as it's done constructively and politely, any compliments are welcome to of courseJ.
5. I'm not 100% sure as to what or how many Sekirei my dude will wing, all I know right now is that his harem is going to be a bit smaller than Minato's. After all, I don't want to have to keep track of a bunch of characters for my first time writing.
6. One last thing, this story will be rated 'M' for safety more than anything. Not sure if they'll be any lemons in here yet.
I own nothing from Sekirei or any references to other media that might appear in this story, all characters, except my own OC belong to their respective creators.
Chapter 1
Kenshin Oyamada reached out with a meaty fist to silence the blaring racket of the alarm clock, as the display changed to 7:00am. Light brown eyes opened and took in the blurry image of the plain white, and slightly cracked ceiling above his head. Letting out a cavernous yawn, the young 18 year old heaved himself upright, cringing slightly as the springs in his bed complained at the shifting of his substantial weight. Reaching blindly, Oyamada let out a soft curse as he heard the light clinking sound of his glasses hitting the hard wood floor. Climbing out of bed and getting on his hands and knees, the young man fumbled around, struggling against the poor light and even worse eyesight for his fallen eyewear. After a few minutes of clumsy searching, he found them under his bed. After putting them on his round face, Oyamada attempted to stand up… only to bang his head on the steel frame. Letting out a louder curse than before, he finally struggled to his feet.
"What a great way to start the first day of twelfth grade Kenshin," Oyamada thought sarcastically, as he strode over to the medium-sized bathroom, in his average-looking apartment. Letting out a smaller yawn, he removed his boxers, taking a minute to stare at himself in the mirror that adorned the back wall.
A round, half-awake face with short, dark hair stared back. The young man's eyes peered down the rest of his heavy-set frame with a neutral expression on his visage. Oyamada, like most young men of his body type, was somewhat reserved when out in public. However, unlike most of these men, he liked himself as he was, long ago accepting the fact that he would always be fat.
Back in elementary school, before he recognized this truth, his Mother tried everything she could think of to slim him down; whether it was packing a smaller lunch, or suggesting he exercise after school. Oyamada tried his best to make Mom proud. Unfortunately, regardless of how much he jogged, and how little he ate, his weight refused to go down by more than a couple of pounds. In fact, most of the time, the lack of nourishment had caused the pudgy student to grow light-headed and dizzy.
After the last time he weighed himself with no obvious change, his desperate mother took him to the doctor for an explanation. Regrettably , the man couldn't give them an answer either. Oyamada's body defied explanation. After the results of his last check-up came in, the doctor was surprised that the charts showed that he was fairly healthy for a child his age. It was in that moment, that the large elementary schooler just dismissed it as a quirk, and elected to move on.
It wasn't that bad. Not really. Oyamada could honestly say he liked himself as he was. Sure, he got teased quite often in school, but the young man refused to get upset over it. Why cry over a bunch of "hurtful" words? It's not like he could do anything about his condition.
Sadly, his mother just couldn't accept this fact. Throughout his education, she kept insisting that he find new ways to lose weight, despite the medical professional's diagnosis. By the end of junior year, Oyamada's large reserve of patience had dried up. As a result, he had emptied his savings, and even stooped to borrowing yen from the families of the few close friends he had, in order to move out during summer break.
He used the money to rent this apartment in the Eastern part of Tokyo. The young man had felt guilty for relying on his neighbors for support, promising himself to pay back every coin.
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Oyamada shook his head of these thoughts, as he removed his glasses, setting them down on the counter. The young man entered the medium-sized shower stall, turning the knob to the appropriate temperature. The warm water cascaded over his bowed head and down his large frame, fully awakening him to face the day. Washing away last night's sweat, he stepped out of the shower after a few minutes and toweled himself dry.
Donning his glasses on once again, Oyamada grabbed his boxers and put them underneath the pillow of his now freshly made bed. Shivering slightly at the cooler temperature, he strode over to the closet and slipped into a fresh pair of undergarments, along with the extra-large school uniform that he laid out the previous night.
Continuing to the kitchen, Oyamada grabbed a couple pieces of bread from the old-fashioned bread box next to the refrigerator. After putting them in the toaster, Oyamada turned the knob on the slightly battered T.V. on top of the counter, flipping it to the news for some background noise as he waited for his toast to finish.
Normally, the young man did not pay too much attention to the latest headlines, but after seeing the outlandish visage of MBI's president Minaka Hiroto, located at what appeared to be at the base of MBI tower, Oyamada decided to hear what he had to say:
"With MBI stocks continually increasing, what are the future plans for your company?" asked the attractive-looking reporter. Minaka gave her a wide grin, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose slightly before answering. "Today, we stand on the precipice of a new age! The Gods of fate and destiny will guide mankind to new heights! The only Plan that MBI will follow is the one that the Gods have shown me!" So saying, Minaka turned around with a dramatic flourish of his white cape, disappearing inside the tower. Immediately, two large men in business suits and sunglasses, took up positions on either side of the door.
The reporter stared after Minaka with a puzzled expression adorning her soft features, before turning around and addressing the camera once more: "That was Minaka-shacho, founder of MBI, and from the sound of it, the company is well on its way to being one of the richest conglomerates in-"
*DING!* Oyamada's attention snapped from the T.V. as the freshly toasted bread made its sudden appearance. A delicious smell wafted throughout the kitchen, as he went over to the cupboard to retrieve a breakfast plate. Using a butter knife to quickly impale the pieces of toast, he transferred both slices to the plate, one after another.
Oyamada's ample stomach growled in preparation of being fed. After applying creamy peanut butter and delicious cherry jelly to both pieces, the hungry young man retrieved a glass from the lower shelf of the same cupboard, and poured himself a tall glass of milk. Grabbing a napkin from the nearby drawer, he sat down at the small dining room table.
Taking large bites from the toast, Oyamada quickly devoured both pieces, chugging down the beverage at a rapid pace and wiping his face off with the napkin. After the quick breakfast, Oyamada rinsed his mouth of any remaining food particles with the rest of his milk before going back over to the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his hands. Returning to the kitchen, the now-sated young man moved the peanut butter and jelly back in their respective places, also rinsing the plate, glass, and butter knife and putting all three items on the drying rack next to the sink.
With breakfast out of the way, his thoughts turned to the day ahead: "The first day of Senior year is supposed to be a big deal right? Is it okay that I feel so indifferent about a so-called exciting day?" Oyamada never really understood or cared for the significance of supposedly important events, such as the first day of school, or even his own birthday, even as a child. The young man preferred to think of these things as just normal days to experience, not seeing a reason to make a big deal out of it. Oyamada understood that such a dispassionate outlook on life would not win him many friends, but then again, he preferred to have one or two close ones instead of 5-10 acquaintances.
Wandering over to the patchwork easy chair in his living room, the young man grabbed his school bag from its place atop the seat cushion. He flipped it open to make sure everything was accounted for. "Let's see, I have my folders for each class, a couple of notebooks, three mechanical pencils with plenty of extra lead, a couple pens, highlighters, textbooks and of course my phone," Oyamada muttered to himself.
Seeing that everything was packed away, he grabbed his bag and slung it over a beefy shoulder, also pocketing his smart phone. The high school student made one last trip over to his kitchen's refrigerator, to retrieve the carefully wrapped bento from within.
Turning off the television with a twist of the knob, Oyamada glanced over his apartment one last time, making sure he did not forget anything. Nodding to himself, the young man glanced at his phone to check the time: 7:25am, meaning he had about 65 minutes to make it to school.
O.o.O.o.O.o.O
Oyamada made his way to the front door, donning his outside shoes, before leaving his apartment suite. After walking down the hall to the front entrance of the building, he stepped out into the unusually hot April morning. glancing to his left, he eyed the seemingly out-of-place house, adjacent to the apartment building, suspiciously. "Hopefully, I won't run into him today," Oyamada thought to himself.
Unfortunately, luck was not with him, as Seo Karou emerged from the ramshackle house with a bottle of sake in hand, and a slightly unsteady gait in his step. He was tall, standing slightly higher than Oyamada's own 180cm frame. The man was about seven years older than the student, with chiseled muscles and a wild look about him.
He was also something of a ladies man, as on more than one occasion, Oyamada had witnessed him with alcohol in one hand and an attractive girl in the other. Currently, he was bare chested, showing off his pronounced abs and wearing blue jeans. "Of course he's drunk, who else would be at 7:30 in the morning?" Oyamada thought with disgust.
O.o.O.o.O.o.O
Elseware, a well-endowed woman standing on an uncompleted sky scraper and wearing a purple Chinese dress that displayed a generous amount of cleavage let out a delicate sneeze. Wiping her nose daintily with a pocket handkerchief, she took another long gulp of her sake bottle.
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Oyamada tried to casually walk away, hoping to avoid being seen by his neighbor. However the sound of approaching footsteps and the permeating smell of booze told him otherwise. The student let out a long-suffering sigh, resigning himself to the fact that he would have to deal with Seo today.
The older man was one of the first people that Oyamada had an actual conversation with, after he moved into the apartment complex. Regrettably, the exchange was not a favorable one for the high school student, and it was one of the few times that he lost his temper….
O.o.O.o.O.o.O
Oyamada grunted under the weight of the final cardboard container from the moving truck. Sweat drenched his hair and face. The equally soaked shirt was plastered to his back as if he just climbed out of a swimming pool. The young man's desktop computer and monitor were packed away in the padded interior of this particular box, so he had to be extra careful when handling this one.
Unfortunately, the movers went to lunch, after Oyamada paid them a generous tip for their hard work. In their haste, they neglected to give the truck a final inspection, and therefore missed this last box tucked away in the far corner of the trailer. The student was not a fan of waiting for the movers to get back, and didn't want to leave his computer in the the sweltering summer heat either, so he chose to retrieve it himself.
Out of the corner of his eye, Oyamada caught sight of a tall man wearing a white wife beater and blue jeans with a rugged look about him. The stranger made his way toward the struggling student with a wicked grin on his face.
He was wondering what this guy wanted, when the newcomer "accidentally" collided with the box in Oyamada's hands, sending it crashing forcefully to the ground. The sickening crunch of plastics, electronics and glass that followed, turned his blood to ice as he quickly looked down at the remains of his computer and monitor. The asshole of a stranger was forgotten temporarily in his haste to survey the damage.
Oyamada's growing fear came to life as the computer that he spent months saving up for through jobs and assisting around his neighborhood, was now nothing more than a pile of junk on the unforgiving cement.
He looked up at the man responsible with a piercing glare. The stranger did not look at all remorseful for his actions. In fact, he appeared to be fighting a losing battle, trying to keep himself from roaring with laughter.
"WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM ASSHOLE?" Oyamada boomed, at the guy.
"Nothing at all, you should just watch where you are going fat ass!" the stranger replied. The jab about his weight went ignored, as Oyamada was temporarily rendered speechless at this man's audacity and blatant disrespect.
The student knew full well that this guy ran into him intentionally, and from the barely concealed smirk on the man's face, he knew it to.
"In any case," the man continued, "did your mommy and daddy pay for your fancy apartment? I can't stand brats like you, especially fat pieces of shit who rely on their parents for support, even at 18 years of age."
Oyamada's glare turned sharper still as he replied. "Is that really your business you son of a bitch?! You don't know a damn thing about me, so you have no right to judge me. However, just to get you off my back and to keep you from wasting anymore of my time; no, my parents did not support me at all in this move," not seeing any reason to let this poor excuse of a man know that the adults around his neighborhood, some of whom were in fact parents assisted him in getting here.
"I expect you to take responsibility for this, the cost comes out to be ¥ 25,000," Oyamada continued angrily.
"I'm not paying you back for shit, I did nothing wrong. Unless you want to make me..." the stranger responded, giving him a fierce grin.
Oyamada could tell the man was looking for an excuse to bash his head in, but he refused to be baited like this, because one, he wasn't confident enough that he could take on such a physically fit guy, and two, the young man did not want to risk stirring up trouble in the new neighborhood, before he even had a chance to unpack!
After seeing that Oyamada wasn't going to do anything, the man started back toward his small house with a triumphant smirk. Turning around for one last parting shot, he said "that's what I thought, later, fat ass," before disappearing back inside.
O.o.O.o.O.o.O
That was 9 months ago, not long after his 18th birthday. Unfortunately, Oyamada currently couldn't afford a new computer, not with the other living expenses that had to be dealt with first. His job at the local bookstore did not afford him the luxury of a whole lot of spending money. However, the student liked to think that he was a lot smarter with his earnings than his bum of a neighbor.
"Hello fat ass, off to school?" Oyamada ignored him, as he stepped onto the sidewalk. Turning toward the direction of the Sengoku Station, located near the center of the Bunkyo ward in East Tokyo. He refused to respond, as he began walking.
Undeterred, Seo fell in step beside Oyamada, as the two of them made their way toward the terminal. The sounds of the congested, early morning traffic gradually increased in volume, the closer they got to the city. Oyamada, for his part, gripped the knot of his wrapped bento tightly, doing his best to tune out Seo's increasingly desperate attempts to get a rise out of him.
His neighbor always had the unique ability of getting under Oyamada's skin, causing the usually patient young man, to snap back like a bear that's been prodded with a stick one to many times. Occasionally, if the mood took him, his neighbor would even attempt to steal his food! Thankfully, getting Seo to talk about himself was a sure fire way to abolish the stream of insults and the attempted theft of his lunch.
Using the small towel in his breast pocket, Oyamada wiped off the sweat that was already gathering on his face. Taking a breath, he turned slightly to address the bare-chested man next to him. "You seem to be awfully cheerful for a guy who is constantly out of money."
Seo scratched his small patch of chest hair, taking another gulp of his bottle as he formulated his response, "that may be true now, but very soon, I will have a new source of income, and I will never have to work again!"
"That right?" remarked a very doubtful Oyamada, as he stepped around an old man walking his dog. "Did you decide to actually get a job this time?" Oyamada's annoyance had dulled at this point, and the young man was somewhat surprised that he and Seo were having a somewhat civil conversation without insults. It was almost chummy.
"Nope. Won't have to. Not with what's coming very soon," remarked a confident Seo. Oyamada decided to take his words with a bucket of salt, not really believing a single thing out of his mouth. The hand towel emerged again, as he swiped it across his face. Wishing not for the first time, that he wouldn't sweat so much.
10 minutes later, the two of them arrived at the cross walk. Seo stretched muscular arms above his head, letting out a large yawn. Oyamada, turned away, trying not to gag at the rancid smell emanating from his arm pits and mouth. "Well, I can't hang out with a fat loser like you all day, later!" Seo said spitefully. Oyamada rolled his eyes at the petty insult. "Well, it was nice while it lasted" he thought ruefully to himself. The young man let out a sigh of relief as the man turned around, presumably to trek back to his house.
O.o.O.o.O.o.O
Finally approaching Sengoku station, Oyamada quickly boarded the Toei Mita line, for the 15 minute ride. The rotund high schooler smiled apologetically at the disgusted looks on the faces of a small group of people he was unintentionally crowding. Oyamada couldn't blame them for regarding his large and sweaty frame in such a way.
Before too long, he got off at the 4th stop, and quickly exited with muttered apologies, thankful that he managed to find a spot near the subway door. Checking his phone again, Oyamada saw that the time read 8:00 ~ 30 min before homeroom.
"Thankfully Kogei High School is relatively close to the train station," the student thought to himself. Proceeding out of the terminal and up the stairs, Oyamada emerged onto the incredibly crowded sidewalks in the heart of the Bunkyo ward. Looking around at the numerous high-rise buildings and sky scrapers, he could just make out the 8-story high school, positioned just out of reach of the main flow of Tokyo traffic.
Oyamada calmly approached the building, at about 8:15. Glancing to his left, he took in the tall, strangely shaped statue standing adjacent to the glass high school. This structure was made up of a metal cylinder with a square like pattern on the sides. At the top of the cylinder was an opening, out of which a statue made of red marble, reminiscent of a tree bereft of leaves grew. Oyamada counted 4 "branches" petering out in various directions.
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Finally approaching the main entrance, he pulled open the glass door and stepped into the main hall. Moving forward, the portly young man ignored the looks of disgust on some of the students, mostly girls, with practiced ease, as he made his way to the locker room to switch out for his indoor shoes.
Opening the door to his home room, located about half-way down the second floor hall, Oyamada noticed about half the class was present. Glancing up at the wall clock placed just above the white board, he noticed that it was 10 minutes to class time.
He took a seat at the very back of the room, in the row closest to the windows, and farthest from the door. A group of girls chatting, two seats away smothered a fit of giggles as his desk let out a screech with the sudden addition of his weight.
Oyamada cringed slightly at the sound, making sure to sit up straight, in order to avoid his ample stomach from spilling over the wooden table attached to the chair. Placing his school bag next to the seat and the bento underneath his chair, the student carefully considered what to do next.
After a couple minutes of thinking, the young man flipped open his school bag, getting out his dark green spiral note book and blue mechanical pencil. Unzipping a smaller pocket, Oyamada brought out a large eraser. opening the notebook to the first page, and placing both items neatly to his right, the prepared student steepled his fingers together atop his desk, patiently waiting for the start of class.
After a couple more minutes of waiting, Oyamada's mind wandered back to his talk with Seo on the way here: "...but very soon, I will have a new source of income, and I will never have to work again."
"New source of income? Doesn't seem likely," he thought to himself. However, as he mulled over the conversation, it felt like there was a grain of truth in there somewhere. Seo usually bragged to Oyamada about this kind of thing, so the young man couldn't quite rule out the possibility that his neighbor was telling the truth. "I guess he's either going to come into a lot of money soon, or has a new rich girlfriend. In any case, it seems like something is going to happen to him shortly."
As his thoughts continued to wander, Oyamada also remembered the brief interview with MBI's president: "Today, we stand on the precipice of a new age! The Gods of fate and destiny will guide mankind to new heights...!"
"Destiny and a new age huh? Doubtful, very doubtful," Oyamada whispered to himself. "However, it seems like MBI is planning something very soon, though I don't think it's going to guide mankind to new heights, or whatever," young man reflected.
All this occurred to Oyamada, as the clock continued toward the start of class. Despite his skeptical thoughts, the young man could not shake the feeling that Seo's impending source of income, and MBI's new plan were connected somehow. Letting out a sigh, he gave a mental shake of his head, wondering if he was just looking too much into the words of an insane CEO and his scumbag of a neighbor.
Before too long, Oyamada was standing alongside the rest of the class, as their instructor made his appearance. The students bowed as one, letting out a firm "Ohayō sensei!" The teacher returned the greeting, motioning for them to sit. Oyamada, along with the rest of the class sat down, paying rapt attention as their sensei went over the traditional first-day-of-school guidelines.
O.o.O.o.O.o.O
The unusually hot day was taking its toll on the students of Kogei High School. The sun was glaring at them all from on high, as they congregated throughout the yard during lunch break. A group of young men were taking turns climbing the modest selection of trees that dotted the lawn. A few girls were seated under a peach tree, taking refuge from the glaring sunlight, and gossiping about the latest episode of some anime. A few brave souls were laid out on the well-kept courtyard, enjoying the heat and the accompanying breeze.
The large student was strolling around the enclosed school yard, passing by a pair of students making out. He walked along the chain link fence, separating the lawn from the outside world. Oyamada had already eaten his packed bento. The meat, broccoli, and rice balls doing wonders in lifting his spirits.
The first part of the day was about what he expected: introduction from the new teachers, receiving stares due to the the fact that he was the only fat person in his homeroom, and chatting with a few acquaintances. Sure, it would have been nice to have a few less looks, but overall, it had been an okay day so far. Most people would find the doldrums of today to be boring, but for Oyamada, it was a reminder that his life was wonderfully simple. No muss, no fuss, just school, work, home. What's the point of asking for more, when he was perfectly happy with this established routine? No need to complicate things.
Oyamada took out his hand towel for the umpteenth time to wipe down his sweaty face. The large student knew he would be subject to more disgusted looks than usual, as he glanced down at the sweat stains adorning his uniform. If he were any other fat guy, the wet marks on his shirt would cause him to be more than a little self-conscious about re-entering the classroom. But why fret about something he had no control over? It wasn't like he could stop his body from sweating after all; and besides, most anti-antiperspirants could not counter the sheer amount of sweat Oyamada was known to generate.
The rotund student would have loved to take refuge underneath one of the trees in the courtyard, if it wasn't for the fact that all of them were currently being used by one person or another. The young man knew that the vast majority of the students would not welcome an especially sweaty guy like him encroaching upon their refuge. No, Oyamada was perfectly content to stroll around the yard on such a beautiful day, why ruin it by risking the consternation of other people?
Gazing out through the fence at the congested Tokyo traffic, Oyamada's eyes caught sight of something, or rather two somethings standing atop the single story grocery across the street. Squinting his eyes, he could just make out what appeared to be two girls dressed in S&M costumes.
Not quite believing what he was seeing, the fat student removed his glasses, cleaning each lens on one of the few dry spots on his uniform, before replacing them on his nose. Yeah, the two girls were still there. Oyamada was not 100% sure, but they appeared to be arguing with one another as to which way to go. Both of them were pointing in opposite directions, while gesturing wildly with their other arm in an attempt to make their point.
After a few minutes, the argument ended as abruptly as it began, and Oyamada's eyes nearly popped out of his head as he witnessed both girls suddenly jump a full 7 meters into the air, hopping from one roof to another like something out of an anime!
The amazed student watched them until they leapt out of sight behind a skyscraper. Oyamada wondered if the heat was making him hallucinate. Shaking his head, he turned away from the fence. Gazing across the courtyard, the pudgy student realized that everyone had headed back inside for the next class! The young man quickly jogged over to the entrance, hoping that he would make it to his Japanese History class in time!
O.o.O.o.O.o.O
It was 3:30pm, by the time the school day ended. As was expected, each of the 50 minute classes spent time going over the various rules and regulations for behavior in the classroom, along with the academic honor policy against cheating. As a result, Oyamada had very little to do in the way of homework.
Approaching the train station, his thoughts turned to the two S&M girls that he saw at lunch. At some point during the day, Oyamada concluded that he probably did see two attractive girls, dressed in bondage outfits and leap 7 meters in the air. The image of the figures was too sharp to be classified as a mirage.
Oyamada liked to think of himself as a realist; a man who uses logic, and what he sees in front of him, as a way to dictate what is possible and what is not. First-hand proof is required, before he's ready to believe in anything that most people say or do. After seeing those two girls jump far beyond the limit of what normal individuals are capable of, he had come to the conclusion that there are more than just humans out there.
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Still deep in thought, Oyamada exited the subway, after it pulled up to the stop closest to his house. Despite the fact that it was the first day of the week, the young man was not scheduled to go into work until tomorrow.
Oyamada worked for an elderly man, who was the owner of a rather large bookstore, located on the edge of the business district in Eastern Tokyo. Altogether, there were about 20 employees, with about 5 or 6 on shift at a time. Last week, he had worked for about 30 hours, 5 more than his usual limit. As a result, his boss gave him today off, not willing to pay Oyamada for time and a half for a second week in a row.
Deciding that he was in the mood to eat out, the student stepped into a nearby café for a late afternoon snack. An attractive hostess, dressed in a purple French maid outfit bowed low, unintentionally giving Oyamada an amazing view of her cleavage.
Blushing slightly, the large young man immediately brought his eyes up, hoping the hostess didn't catch him accidentally looking at her well-endowed chest.
"Welcome back goshujin-sama! Your usual table is this way!" Oyamada didn't know what to think. Sure, he's heard the other male students at school talk about their experiences at these maid cafés, and occasionally, he would consider going to one himself, just to see what the big deal was. But to be addressed as "master," was more than a little uncomfortable for the rotund young man.
Following the hostess, as she grabbed a menu, and trying not to stare at her swaying hips, Oyamada was led to a table in the corner next to a window. This gave him a nice view of the continuous Tokyo traffic. He slid into the booth, masking a slight cringe, as his stomach was pushed grotesquely up against the wooden table.
Appearing not to notice, the hostess made sure he was settled before addressing him. "I hope you will feel relaxed goshujin-sama, please let us know if there's anything we can do to make your time with us more enjoyable! We live to serve you!" Oyamada tried not to cringe a second time at the bowing and scraping that this maid was clearly forced to do. The young man understood that she was just trying to do her job, but this overt display was just too uncomfortable for him to ignore.
"Thank you, but that will not be necessary. You are doing a wonderful job without having to offer all of that. Also, 'goshujin-sama' is way too much, please, just 'Kenshin–san' is enough." Oyamada said, meeting the hostess's eyes for the first time, hoping to convey all of his sincerity with just a look.
The hostess's eyes widened slightly, and a slight blush suffused her cheeks. "H-Hai!" she stuttered out, giving one last bow before backing away. Before Oyamada could let out a warning, she bumped into the table behind her, letting out a surprised "eep." So flustered was the girl, that she forgot to hand him the menu, until she made it about halfway back to her position by the door.
Shuffling back over, she slapped it down with more force than necessary, causing Oyamada to jump slightly. "S-Sorry, goshuj- Kenshin-san, another maid will be with you in a few minutes!" So saying, the embarrassed young woman gave one final bow, before hurrying back to her post at the main entrance.
Giving her retreating figure an empathetic look, Oyamada turned to the menu, glancing over the American cuisine. He winced at the gaudy pink color, and the horrendous names of each food item. Quickly deciding to order whatever the hell a 'Super Kawaii Lovers' Turkey Special Surprise Sandwich' was, along with chips and a drink. Thankfully, the latter two items were well-known western brand names, and as a result, did not have the horrible naming scheme that the other things shared.
A short time later, the second maid appeared. This one was identical to the hostess, except she was wearing a dark pink maid outfit with a noticeably smaller bust. "Hello goshujin-sama, are you ready to order?!" the newcomer said with a bow.
"Yes, I will take a… 'Super Kawaii Lovers' Turkey Special Surprise Sandwich' with chips and a Sprite. Also, just as I told your sister, being called 'master' is uncomfortable for me, so please call me Kenshin-san." Oyamada gave her what he hoped was a re-assuring smile.
"Hai, K-Kenshin-san," the pretty girl blushed. Unlike her sister, she managed to retrieve the menu from him, and depart with relative ease. However, in her haste to get away from the table, she nearly ran down another maid delivering a tray of drinks to a group of otakus. Oyamada winced in sympathy.
"Why does it feel like I've seen those two before?" he thought to himself. "Nah, there's no way that these are the two S&M girls from before. The odds of running into the same pair of twins in the same part of Tokyo, on the very same day are just too low. Logically, it's almost impossible!"
Oyamada's thoughts were interrupted, as the pink-clad maid returned with his sandwich, chips and drink. "One Super Kawaii Lovers' Turkey Special Surprise Sandwich! Please enjoy Kenshin-san!" she declared, with a painful display of happiness. The girl placed the food down in front of him, along with a scrap of paper that he assumed was the bill.
Oyamada grinned nervously, "um, yeah… thank you for the excellent service," he said. The maid twirled in place, cocking her head to the left and giving him a cute wink, and an adorable, if slightly pained smile. Oyamada could have sworn he saw her eye twitch at having to do such a cutesy display.
"This is actually a pretty good sandwich, even if the price is a bit expensive for my taste," Oyamada thought to himself, as he took a bite of his food. Before too long, the student finished off the meal. Picking up his school bag and standing up, he grabbed the receipt, making his way to the cash register to settle the bill. The register was run by the hostess from before, clad in her purple maid uniform. Oyamada also noticed that the girl who brought out his food, was hovering nearby and watching him curiously.
After handing the hostess some yen, he waited for her to ring up the bill and to receive his change. The girl grabbed the correct amount and the large student held out a hand to receive it. Their hands brushed one another, and Oyamada felt a spark of electricity zap his palm, causing him to recall his hand as if he'd been stung, dropping the yen as he did so.
"Oh! I'm sorry about that, my fault," Oyamada said to the maid. Quickly stooping down to pick up the fallen change, he missed the surprised and slightly scared expressions that the purple and pink maids exchanged with one another.
Pocketing the change, he stood back up, and looked at the now-red faced girl, along with the equally red face of her sister. The hostess had an angry expression adorning her pretty features, while the pink maid had a nervous look, as she averted her eyes from Oyamada.
With a muttered 'thanks,' the young man turned around and hurried out the door, the expressions on the faces of both girls still fresh in his mind.
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Oyamada sighed, as he finally made it back to his apartment complex. The student was glad that Seo was nowhere to be found for the time being. Quickly rushing inside the building, he walked down the hallway and unlocked the door to his suite.
Striding over to the battered armchair in the living room, Oyamada collapsed into it, his weight causing the cushion to droop toward the floor. He placed his bag down beside the chair, as he thought about what happened.
Normally, Oyamada wouldn't be this affected by the negative expressions of strangers. However, seeing the irritated look on that hostess's face, and her sister's refusal to look him in the eyes, hurt him more than it should have. 'Crushing disappointment,' was the only phrase that could accurately describe the feelings that Oyamada felt rolling off the two maids in waves as he departed the café.
Taking a deep breath, the young man tried to reason himself out of these rare feelings of inadequacy. "Calm down Kenshin, you've received similar looks from other girls before. Other people's opinions don't matter, as long as you can look yourself in the mirror each day and say 'that man may be fat and unattractive, but that does not make him a bad person, there are good points about him that someone will see one day.'
Besides, it's possible the girls were just reacting to the fact that you dropped all that money. It would be rather annoying, and embarrassing to witness someone trying to scoop up all those little coins."
Nodding to himself, Oyamada felt a little better after the mental pep talk. Checking the time, the young man saw that it was 5:00pm and decided to watch some T.V for a while before heading for bed.
After the eighth episode of some anime Oyamada never heard of before, he decided to call it a night. Flipping off the television, the tired young man let out a large yawn, as he raised his arms above his head, curling his fingers together in a stretch.
After standing up, Oyamada stripped off his uniform, laying it neatly on the newly vacated chair, before heading over to the bathroom. After a thorough wash, getting rid of the accumulated sweat of the day's exertions, he stepped out of the shower.
After drying himself off, he re-hung the towel on the rack attached to the bathroom door. Brushing his teeth at the sink, the exhausted young man walked over to the bedroom. Donning just his boxers, he climbed into bed, deciding not to wear a shirt tonight.
As the tired student started to nod off, Oyamada's thoughts mysteriously drifted back to the ridiculous premise of that anime. "Scantily-clad super powered alien woman, more or less enslaving themselves to humans? Fighting to the death in order to 'ascend?' They better fire whoever was in charge of coming up with such an absurd notion…"
O.o.O.o.O.o.O
Across the street from the apartment complex and the small house, stood two figures looking down from on top of a roof. "Are you sure this is the right place Neechan?" The slightly shorter of the two asked. "Yes Hibiki, our destined one is down there," the slightly taller one answered. Both girls leapt to the ground, taking off toward the two buildings.
A/N: There you have it. Like I said, I'm not sure if I'll continue this, I'll just have to see what you guys think. Let me know in the reviews section. Also, in case you guys are a bit confused, 'Kenshin,' is actually his last name, not 'Oyamada.'