The Changing Numbers
A Sekirei fanfiction story about a new Sekirei, one who had previously had no number or designation. This story is a twist to the current story and will have some surprising features in it as it follows a female Ashikabi and her male Sekirei.
I do not own Sekirei!
Chapter 1: Fate Dawns
The year is 2020, July 2nd and was just before the summer break began. Japan was bussling full of people and never stopped being lively, even late at night, albeit gradually getting more dangerous.
Murasaki was walking down the main street in Shinto Teitou (New Tokyo), the Capital of Japan. It was the middle of the afternoon, and she went to see if she had passed her entrance exam into Tokyo University. She went up to the wooden board that had her designated student number on it.
She let out a sigh of relief. I passed! I passed it first time! Her thoughts gave way to joy in her system and a huge smile came over her face.
Murasaki Yatsu was a beautiful girl, bordering on the age of 19, in a few weeks she would be. She had dark blue hair that stretched to her waist, it contrasted her scarlet coloured eyes. To some she looked unnecessarily evil with them, but her heart held no contempt for anyone.
Her hand dived into her front right pocket and pulled out a phone that she immediately flipped open. It let out a couple of rings.
"Hi Dad! I passed, I got into Uni!" She blurted over the phone with happiness. "That's great hun, let me know when it's about to start and I'll bump your allowance up. Unfortunately I'm about to go into a meeting so I'll speak later, love you, bye!" It wouldn't kill him to put some time in for me at least... She thought to herself momentarily, almost getting angry by the fact her father never gave her any attention, not even when she did well.
She suddenly heard another phone start ringing to the right of her. She turned and saw a young guy who looked a bit older than herself talking to someone.
"Hi Mom, sorry I didn't get in again..." She continued to listen and watch the young man walk off. "I don't know, I'll call you back in a couple of days, I need to think about it."
Wow, tough break for him if he failed more than once. I wouldn't want to be his mother... It's a shame, he doesn't look like a bad guy, nor a stupid one.
Murasaki had no time to ponder over such things and made her way home to grab some dinner. She made her way through some alleys that she used as shortcuts, many were backwynds that cut through apartment blocks.
On the third short cut through an apartment block three men jumped her blocking her escape and front. "Well, what have we here..." one of them said in a mischivious tone.
"Let me go!" Murasaki screamed taking out her phone, beginning to dial numbers for the police.
SMACK! One of the men behind her lunged at her and smacked the phone out of her hands, smashing it to the ground in pieces.
"Wh-What do you want?" she asked hesitantly. She was obviously scared, it never occurred to her that this could even happen to her in such a big city where so many people were about. But it was also at this time she noticed, there was no one, not a single living thing besides her and the three men beside her.
One of them motioned toward her, letting off a sadistic chuckle. "Some... playtime..." The man put his hands in front of him, going toward her ample bosom in a squeezing motion.
Her eyes widened in horror as she had no escape and nor could see one. He approached closer and she swung her hand that had become clenched in an effort to knock him out. She missed and he retaliated, slapping her across the face. This led her to stumble and slouch against the wall.
Trying to recover the third man grabbed her arms and held them behind her. "Nooo! Stop it!" she screamed. They all let off laughs that could even make a mad scientist sound sane.
Suddenly a loud smash could be heard behind the first criminal, and smoke entered the alleyway creating coughing from the men and Murasaki.
"You will not harm her!" A voice shouted out of the smoke and debris.
As the smoke cleared an outline of a man became visible, he was crouched with one hand in the ground still. He was in a bronze armour with two visible Japanese swords on his left side of the waist.
One of the men cried; "And who the hell are you to tell us what we can't do!?", "Haha, time to take your special effects with you to hell!" another snarled.
The smoke had fully cleared and the man in the silver-black armour, not thick but covered the man as he stood up fully, Murasaki noted he was incredibly tall, at least standing 6'7 feet. He towered the other men who were much smaller. His face was slightly hidden by a hood but parts of his silver hair curled out of it.
The man also didn't look like he was from Japanese descent, which prompted Murasaki to wonder his reasoning here, not that she would complain, he had saved her from a gruesome afternoon.
"You threaten, not only a defenceless person, but a woman aswell. Shameful, I should teach you three a lesson." He pulled out his swords, both edged with imprints of dragons on.
He stood in a combat stance, one pointed away from him, and the other behind his back pointed upwards, in a backward way of holding it. He waved his hands in an odd fashion over his swords. A moment later they started glowing with a smoke effect over them.
"This is ridiculous! Let's end this!" The three started running toward him. The unknown figure suddenly plunged his main sword into the ground shouting "Smoke Tremor!".
Cracks in the ground started to appear from his sword and created a path toward the men, who were send upward in a flurry of smoke and landed in a heap on the ground. Defeated they lay there still and groaning. The man stood over them, about to plunge his sword into them lifting his arms up.
"No! Don't kill them!" Murasaki yelled with a last ounce of energy. The man stood confused, but did not argue and sheathed his swords. Murasaki finally lost her energy and fainted with the strange outcome of the situation.
END OF CHAPTER 1
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