Unfamiliar Feelings

Chapter 1: The Jump that Started it All

I do not own Kenichi The Mightest Disciple, only my OC.

A figure walked briskly through the vacant, dark streets carrying a briefcase. Everything was silent, no people, no animals, no nothing. The figure was slightly slower suspicious of hearing no sound, but continued on there way to the rendezvous spot, where they have to deliver the briefcase. The figure stopped for a brief moment. The figure turned their head to look around. There was no one there. The figure frowned distastefully, as they looked at their surroundings. The figure turned their attention to the bush out of the corner of their eye. That's not right. The figure thought it was best to not let their followers that they were onto them. It could only cause a disaster.

The figure continued onto the rendezvous spot like nothing happened, and then that was when the figure heard a slight shifting movement behind them.

"I don't appreciate being followed, for your information," The figure said indifferently. The figure heard a chuckle behind her. A female?

"I knew that wasn't going to get you, sweetheart," The female behind the figure responded confidently and flirtatiously. Judging by the woman's tone, she's done this before and she's used to flirting with both genders. "I'm afraid you have what I want, sweetie. Now before anyone gets hurt, I think you should hand it over."

"Over my dead body," The figure responded instantaneously, and turned around to see the other woman. The woman was curvaceous, and was wearing a skin-tight, black suit. Her hands were on her hips, and she was staring at the figure intensely. Used to having power or the upper hand. Plans on seducing me. If that doesn't work, then she has backup. The figure eyed the woman's hands, and her body. Sleek hands, very, very slim arms. She moisturizers often, they don't look like they have any injuries or scars, so she doesn't fight, and those skinny arms and legs tell me she doesn't deal with martial arts. The figure eyed the allyways to make out some large, dark figures. The figure was out numbered. The figured looked back to the woman to see her smirk. "I don't know who's spreading rumors that I'm lesbian, but tell them I'm not."

"Huh, really? My Intel tells me you are because of the lack of boyfriends in your life, but when I'm through with you, you'll be batting for the other team," She purred. The figure frowned.

"You mean, when your lackies are done with me, correct?" The figure corrected, as the large dark figures stepped out of the shadows. The woman clapped.

"Well done, Miss Akiyama. How did you figure that out?" The woman asked.

"It's not that hard. You could see the outline of their bodies from a mile away," Akiyama scoffed. The woman yawned playfully and checked her watch, and faked a surprise face.

"Aww. I'm afraid our time is up together, Miss Akiyama. Hopefully you live through this," The woman said, and snapped her fingers. "Boys, sick her."

All of the men charged at Akiyama, while she pulled out her gun from her coat pocket, and began to shoot at the men. Only shoot at the important spots, Yukiko. No killing. she aimed at the thighs of the men, so they would be hindered in their advanced toward her. She shot for 6 more rounds at the men, but frowned as she started to realize that she was running out of bullets, and there was still a lot of men charging her. Approximately, 4 men and 3 bullets. She cursed when she missed one, but it was too late. A punch to the head. A concussion. She stumbled a bit, but a man chuckled and grabbed the back of coat, lifted it and threw her down to the floor. Cracked ribs, and perhaps a punctured lung if the ribs get broken anymore. Her vision was getting dark, everything she was hearing was distorted. She heard laughing. She presumed it was the woman. She was getting tired. She heard footsteps walking towards her, and some talking, but she was getting something out of her hands. Struggling was pointless.

She could barely move a muscle, and she was trying to stay awake. She could barely stay awake. Crack! She gritted her teeth, as she felt one of her fingers break. Someone, help me! And she passed out.

"Whaddya think we should do with the girl?" One the goons asked. The second one shrugged.

"Eh. Wouldn't hurt if we hurt her some more. I need to get the stress out, and the boss did say to take as long as we want with her," the Third goon asked.

"Well, well, well. May I ask what is going on here?" A new voice entered the conversation. It was deep, and a bit angry if the goons had to describe it. The first goon looked a bit surprised. "Haven't your parents ever taught you to never hit a woman."

"I thought the boss cleared out this street?" The first goon questioned.

"She did," The fourth goon answered.

"Heh. Who cares. We can took care of this little man, like we did with the girl," The second goon stated confidently. The newcomer had a slightly amused expression on his face.

"What's so funny, little man?" The fourth goon asked.

"Oh nothing. Just a little joke I heard earlier," He answered cryptically. The third goon got slightly impatient. He wanted his pay already. "Now why don't you let the woman go?"

The second goon had his foot on the woman's foot, and asked,"And if we don't?" The second goon applied more pressure to hear more cracking in the woman's foot. The newcomer had a deep frown, and sighed.

"Then, I'll have to do this," He answered, and began to approach all the goons.

Everyone living near that street heard screams that night.

Yukiko Akiyama slowly began to open, and to her surprise she wasn't dead. At least so she thought. Everything was blurry and white. She didn't have her glasses on. She sniffed her surroundings. No drugs. It seems clean. she couldn't move all of her fingers on her right hand, more specifically her middle finger, nor her left foot.

"Ah, you're finally awake," A male's voice spoke. It was calm, gentle, extremely deep.

"Where am I?" Her voice came out raspy. Like she hasn't used it in a while. Two to three days I've been out, and also assuming the man's statement.

"You're in my clinic. You've been out for-"

"Two to three days?" She interrupted. "My apologies. Go on."

There was silence and hesitation. He was observing her. "Two days, actually. Would you like to know the injuries?"

"A concussion. Broken ribs. Possibly a punctured lung. Broken middle finger. Heavily bruised left foot," She answered. There was more silence. "My apologies once more. It's a bad habit."

"No punctured lung. Thankfully. Pardon me asking but normally when people go through this, they don't usually have a calm composure like yours, why is that?" He asks.

"If I freaked out, that wouldn't change my situation, Mr..." Yukiko trailed off. How could she not have asked this man... Possibly her savior's name.

"Akisame Koetsuji," He answered.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Koetsuji. I'm Yukiko Akiyama."

Oh dear lord I hope I characterized him right. Please please please tell me if I'm messing anybody up or Miss Yukiko is super Mary Sue Kawaii Desu

Thanks for Reading.