ATTENTION ATTENTION THIS IS GHOST SPEAKING AND THIS IS LITERALLY A DREAM THAT I HAD LAST NIGHT SO LETS HOPE THAT IT DOES TURN OUT. I DONT OWN SEKIREI THAT HONOR IS RESERVED FOR Sakurako Gokurakuin. I HOPE YOU LIKE IT. And for those of you who read this before I fixed it I'm sorry for the inconvenience.
Sekirei OC
Name: Gregori Bodewig Sergéyevich
Gender: male
Age: 27
Nationality: Russia
Height: 6 ft 8in
(Three Person)
-Higa's Hospital-
Tap tap tap tap tap* the sound of a cane hitting the polished tiles of a hospital floor echoed through the halls. When doctors and patients alike would look to the sound they would see a looming figure of a young man walking unsteadily down the halls.
The young man wore a teal hospital gown and his face was European in structure, with a strong chin and tousled blonde hair. His face showed very little emotion but you could tell that he was searching for something or someone. The other patients for the most part ignored him and his gaze.
After what seemed like an eternity of looking the young man seemed to have found what he was looking for because his eyes widened slightly in recognition. Taking a strong pace for someone with an obvious leg injury, he walked to a room on the left of the hall. After check to make sure that there were no doctors in the room he stepped in.
In the bed was an older man, probably in his thirties, reclining in the bed with bandages wrapped around his legs and chest. He appeared to be lost in the book that he had in his hands. Looking up at the sound of the door opening and closing he seemed to be surprised at his visitor, almost as if of all the visitors this was the most unlikely.
"Well damn, I didn't expect to be seeing you again or so soon," the mans voice was slightly gravelly.
"I wanted to say this to you while both of us were conscious and mostly coherent," the young mans voice was a deep baritone.
" I want to thank you for the fight, it was one of the hardest things that I've done so far."
"Don't worry about it," the man said pausing. "Say why don't we trade stories. I know that your Japanese may not be the best being Russian and all but come on."
"I mean this was my last fight in the MMA before I retired you know."
The mans voice held nothing but playfulness and joy. The young mans face changed to an annoyed expression.
"Come on Gregori please for this veteran," the man pleaded.
Gregori's POV
I should have known that when I came to this country that I would be underestimated in my lingual capabilities. But when it actually happens it can be very annoying for me.
"For one don't worry about my Japanese, and second while I respect you for your fighting prowess I will be leaving this country in a few weeks," my voice held my irritation with all his questions.
Seeming to sense my unhappiness he stopped talking and I politely said goodbye. Walking out of the room I thought of my fight with him. He had been fierce of the offensive but his defense was a little shaky.
I had won the match but at a cost. I had fractures to my left femur that was splintering. But all they would do for me was give me a drip of morphine and wrap my leg in about an inch of gauze. When compared to my injury his were more numerous with a concussion, a sprained ankle, broken leg, and then a few cracks in his ribs.
"Excuse me but I would like to go out to the courtyard would that be ok," I asked a lady that was sitting at the front desk.
"Yes it would be fine but watch out for climbing things," she was saying a warning but her voice held an undertone of uncaring.
Signing at her attitude I walked into the courtyard. It had trees, benches, pathways, and more annoyingly lots of patients. Slowly walking over to an unoccupied bench and lifting my left leg slightly off the ground I fell back onto the plastic bench.
Breathing out in relief I laid my head against the back of the bench and looked at the tree that I was under. I was Russian, that was a fact that I was very proud of but at times people did think that I was a stereotypical Russian that was a brawn and no brain. After about ten minutes of watching the leaves moving in the wind my eyes started to drift close. That was quickly rectified by a loud voice,
"Well look at that Chiho-chan we got out here a little late, someone is on our bench." Quickly looking over to the energetic voice of a female.
"Maybe we could ask him to share with us," a small young girls voice practical whispered out.
Looking over at the voice I saw first the wheelchair then I saw the two women. The one who was pushing the wheelchair had brown hair tied in a ponytail to her left shoulder. She was a well-endowed young woman with warm brown eyes and a well developed body figure. She was wearing a pink shirt that stopped at mid abdomen with a golden star on the front with a "10" on it. For the lower part she wore Capri jeans that hugged her curves. She seemed to be the loud and energetic voice judging by her smile.
The girl in the wheelchair had blonde hair that was loosely braided behind her. She wore a long white dress that had a big hat that shaded her kind face and smile.
"Excuse me mister would you mind if we joined you," the young girl in the wheelchair spoke softly.
"Yeah bro, come on we always use that one," the brunette spoke with a flippant tone.
Pausing for a moment, "Sure, I don't mind this bench is not mine anyway."
"Hey cool accent where is that from," she may be beautiful but her questions are annoying.
"First, lets introduce ourselves. I'll go first my name is Hidaka Chiho."
"I'm Uzume, and I'm this girl's lover so don't ask," the now identified Chiho's face turned red at Uzume's statement.
"Well, I guess it's my turn. My name is Gregori Sergeyevich and yes I am from Russia," their faces had realization written all over them.
"So what are you doing here if you don't mind me asking," Chiho said very politely with a slight bow of her head.
"Ah well, I'm an MMA fighter and I heard of an opportunity to have a fight with a person who had a near spotless record," I explained to them.
"So let me guess you got your butt kick bro," what is with this bro Uzume kept using when referring to me.
And that ever present smirk of happiness that seemed not to be looking down on me but also teasing me.
"As if you should see the other guy he can't even walk," I said earning an even bigger grin on her face.
"And don't worry I am only supposed to be here for a week or so before I head back to my mother at the embassy," I said to Chiho at her worried expression.
After that we sat and talked for what seemed like hours. I had found out the Chiho had an illness that was being treated in the long term facility, and that Uzume was living in a place called Izumo Inn, that had very cheap rent. Apparently the inn had quite the collection of personality, judging from all the stories the were told about this 'Demon' landlady and the unlucky Kagari who worked as a host. Even their newest tenants, the failure Minato and the innocent Musubi.
After we had finished talking I went back to my room and just waited for the next time we could talk. It turned out that I had a quick check up to see how my leg was doing. When the doctor came into the room he sat done in his chair and had me sit in a chair that was adjacent to him. It was a quick process with questions, a physical examination, and then a few X-rays.
"Come on doc tell me when I can leave," I ask as polite as I could in my eagerness.
"Well good news first, the cracks have been healing up nicely and they will be fully healed in a week," that was good news but I felt a 'but' coming.
"But when the bone cracked a large sliver of the femur broke off and then pierced the nerves in your leg."
"What does that mean for me physically," I asked getting worried.
"I am surprised you even have control over your left foot, but even if you fully heal the nerve can't just fully reconnect."
"So you mean to say that my leg is now gone and with it my career," I said a bit coldly.
"Unfortunately, we have to release you in a few days but come back weekly for a check up to see if you have agitated the wounds."
He left the room as quietly and as inhumanly possible, but I was to engulfed in my thoughts for it to matter to me. In the span of one fight I had lost everything except my life and even then it took a lot of it.
"Hey bro what's with the down look," Uzume said breaking me out of my thinking.
"Yes I've noticed that you seem to be sad today," Chiho's innocent voice nearly brought tears of joy to my eyes.
"Oh well I just found out that I will be released in a few days and that I'm going to heal just fine," I lied.
"Don't lie bro even after one conversation I can tell that you are a horrible liar," Uzume called me out immediately.
Feeling slightly put off by how quickly she caught me in my lie I motioned for her to come closer. I wondered to myself if I should really trust her with this.
"I found out that my whole career is over because the nerves in my leg got badly damaged," I whispered in her ear.
She gave me a look of understanding and then a slight look of pity. She glanced back at Chiho with a look that I recognized. Shaking my head slightly as to tell her that I didn't want Chiho to know of my condition.
After this we talked about the weather and the terrible hospital food. Uzume even put on one of her costumes after we headed up to Chiho's. It was a risky outfit that consisted of a bikini that had peacock feathers on the back.
Laughing I left the room to talk with my mother and how things were back in the motherland,
"Здравствуй, мама, how are you," my voice holding a thick accent to annoy her.
"Don't you take that tone with me, you know how I hate that thick monstrosity." She replied sighing, "We should have never let you see an American movie."
We traded bards back and forth before we got to the topic of home,
"Your father has been working his usual long hours and he heard that you won."
"Thanks but if I remember his words they were 'If you don't win in that country then damn'," I replied smirking.
"Not what is the real reason that you called me today."
"What I can't just call you for the fun of it," hearing her humph I got a small smile.
"Well it's just that... well, I want to stay for a few more weeks to fully recover and all," I thought up an excuse on the spot.
"Ok."
"I know that you want me home b-. Wait you said ok with no negotiating," I asked confused.
"You are a big boy I have no role dictating your life anymore not since you moved away."
"Just next time tell me straight away so that we can buy tickets for a later flight."
"Don't worry about me мама, I can buy my own tickets just fine," I replied exasperated.
After a few more minutes of talking we finally wished each other well and ended the call. I had decided that it was time for me to go to bed for the night.
~Dream~
I am broken
I can't have an Ashikabi
I am useless
All these thoughts swirled in my head even though I knew that they weren't mine. First thing that hit me was the smell of hickory trees. Looking around me I tried to make something out of the darkness.
Finally I saw a flash of white in the corner of my eye. Locking over at it I was surprised to see a woman that had a bloodstained lab coat on. She was sitting on something with her knees pulled to her chest.
I could see the glint of tears in her eyes but her face was emotionless. Reaching out to her I tried to touch her but I went through her like a ghost.
Suddenly her head snapped towards me and I felt her eyes trying to find me. I saw that on her forehead was a symbol of a bird with a yin yang and a few tomas around it.
Ashikabi-sama
I realized that the voice that I had heard before was hers. Feeling myself waking up I yelled at the top of my voice,
I will find you
I saw her smile and then the darkness consumed me.
~Dream End~
I bolted upright in the bed as the hand of my doctor was descending towards my head. He seemed slightly startled and then he looked into my eyes to see my internal panic.
"It's alright now just done hurt yourself right as your getting out of this joint," his voice was old and withered slightly.
After calming down I let him do his final examination before I was released. I starred out the window in thought about my dream. It felt so real that I knew in my gut that it was real. This woman was alone and in despair.
"Ok you can leave just give this slip to the nurse at the station, and try not to hurt yourself again."
"Yeah yeah just mind your own business," I told him with a tired voice.
Walking out of the hospital was one of the best and worse moments of my life so far. I had nowhere to go besides an apartment that I had to leave in a few days. But more importantly, that woman in my dreams she had to be real so where was she.
"Jeez bro, thought you could just leave with us huh," Uzume's cheerful voice stopped me in my tracks.
"No I wasn't trying to avoid you besides I have to come back in a few weeks," I tried to appease a pouting Chiho.
"I'm just trying to find a place to live because I decided to stay for a few more weeks maybe a month more."
"Well you could always go with Uzume to Izumo Inn and try to live there," Chiho chimed in looking at Uzume with a look of innocence.
"Why not bro I'm sure that the landlady would be more then happy to accept a new boarder."
"Ok, I do. it but a friend of mine called and said that she was lost so I have to find her first," I explained my dream in a explainable form.
"Sure what did she say," Uzume you truly are a nice person.
"She said that she could smell hickory," I said.
"Well there is only one park that has hickory trees," she paused thinking. "It's about 3 km from the inn so if you came with me we could find her."
Nodding my head in appreciation I hugged Chiho goodbye and got a blush in return. Grinning like a Cheshire Cat Uzume said her goodbyes and we walked towards the north.
"So could you give me description of your 'friend'," Uzume teased.
"Well she has light brown hair that goes down to her back," I paused trying to remember the woman in the dream.
"She is slightly depressed because she just broke up with a guy she really cared for."
"Ok then we have to find your girl before she gets found by some unsavory characters," her grin didn't quite reach its usual brilliance.
Walking to the park we exchanged small talk consisting of family, money, and the landlady named Miya Asama. Finally reaching the park I saw that it had the same outline of my murky dream, with a few benches with trees behind them. But something was out of order, there were ice-spires jutting out of the ground with a few earth-spires stopping the ice.
I heard a rumble come for, the small woods behind the main park area. Quickly looking at Uzume we ran to the noise and I was shocked to see what was going on.
"What. The. Fuck," I said in awe.
"Well bro, looks like your 'friend' is a sekirei."
Leveling her with a look that was almost poison, she told me that she would answer my questions after we saved the woman. She suddenly had a long, white cloth draped over her shoulders.
Looking over at the fight between a man with a katana and the woman from my dreams I took in her appearance in greater detail.
She was wearing a doctor coat covered in blood and I could see that she had no sense of modesty. But a fight there is only so much one can do to preserve modesty. Her face was set in an emotionless stare, but I could see that her strength was beginning to fade.
"You are not my Ashikabi," even her voice was flat and cold.
"My master wills it so, scrapped number you will be Mikogami-sama's," her opponents voice was slightly winded but held confidence.
"Uzume," I called getting her attention. "His voice is starting to piss me off I have an idea."
As I told her my idea her face became concerned as she confirmed her ability with the cloth. I steeling my nerves as she wrapped her cloth around my thighs , and she still held that concerned look in her eyes.
"Just aim in the right direction and I will take care of the rest."
I felt my body being pulled to the right and instead of resisting I relaxed slightly and let her start the motion. Swinging me around her body I was glad that we hadn't been noticed but also that I didn't have a sense of vertigo.
I felt the rush of air as she release my legs and then I rocketed towards the man with the yellow scarf and a katana. The things that went through my head were not helping me concentrate on the matter at hand.
Nearing my target, I clenched my fists tight and I hit the guy in the face with a double hammer. The crunch that I received gave me a sense pride that I could break his nose in one hit. Landing on my feet and rolling once before I got to my feet, and settled into my fighting stance.
"Hey asshole, when a woman says no you listen," I said behind my fists.
"Who are you to intrude on this matter," his voice held pain and anger.
Before I could say a word the woman looked at me in shock and reverence.
"Ashikabi-sama."
I then noticed that during Uzume's spin that the blood stained jacket had slipped off her shoulders and left her as bare as the day that she was born.
"Ah...I forgot...I lost the jacket," she said staring down at her form not embarrassed or shamed.
"Don't worry after thing I will get you some new clothes that fit you," I said still having my guard up.
Uzume decided that it was her time to enter the fray and as she did her whole demeanor changed from cheerful to concentration.
"So you have also come for the scrapped number, Akitsu."
Seeing the now named Akitsu flinch at the title I tensed my whole body and spoke,
"She called me here in my dreams now I will ask you one time."
"In your dreams you say." He interrupted me.
"Leave now," a barked out with my accent becoming more apparent in my anger.
"I have the disadvantage so for now I will leave."
Turning his back to us like we were no longer worth his time infuriated me, but I kept my temper. Finally when he was out of sight I turned to the still nude Akitsu with a look of embarrassment. Tossing my jacket on top on her she got my message and placed the jacket over her shoulders and I could make out a slight blush on her cheeks.
"Now that that is over could someone please tell me what is going on," I said relaxing my stance.
"Well bro, it is really hard to explain but I'll try," Uzume spoke without her usual cheer.
After about five minutes of explaining I felt like my head was going to explode. This was ridiculous, an entire race of alien beings that were being forced to fight in a citywide battle royal. And to be able to fight they must find their destined one, or as they referred to Askikabi.
I had sit down sometime during the explanation because my adrenaline had stopped pumping. When I tried to stand back up, I lost my balance and fell forward. Before I could hit the ground though, Akitsu lunged forward and caught my exhausted frame. When I touched her skin a strange thing happened, first I felt cold but I could feel her warmth. Then she started panting and gained an even brighter red complexion.
"Thank you, Akitsu," even that simple statement made her look down in embarrassment.
"No problem Ashikabi-sama," was her short reply.
"Woah man, jeez at least wait until I've turned around before getting your freaky on."
"Stop that Uzume or you will be punished by this 'Demon'," I said making her flinch.
"Don't even say that bro," she shivered.
"Let's just get to Izumo Inn and hopefully our new home."
"Yes Ashikabi-sama."
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