Author's Notes: This was a challenge fic, for me to write a Chichiri fic with some sort of relationship whether it's romance/friends. So this is what I came up with, the character I created was patterned after a fictional soldier in the Vietnam war, in the short story 'Survivor' by Dave Smeds. Anyway, the challenge was to start the story, I don't have to continue, that is completely up to the readers. So tell me if you want me to continue, if I did continue the fic would have a lot more to do with Chichiri, I was just introducing my character here.
Charmed
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Agent Sierra Ryan watched in horror as her partner was shot down by enemy fire. She didn't even have to look at the blood stained concrete to know it was a fatal hit. She was surrounded, in some warehouse in rural Japan that she had never seen in her life before today. And once again she was all alone, her partner Terry's corpse was lying a few feet away from her. Terry had a family, two beautiful kids, and a loving wife, and all Sierra could think was: it should have been me. But for some reason she was charmed—no cursed, she was always the one to make it out alive, to tell the family's of her fallen comrades the bad news. Agent Ryan was a native of Germany, but she had joined a faction of the F.B.I., maybe because of some private death wish. That wish hadn't come true yet. The ring of gunshots still echoed in her ears, and the smell of gunpowder hung in the air. Despite being only seventeen, she had been a prime candidate for the F.B.I.: orphaned at a young age, she had learned how to survive, the hard way. She had skipped most of high school, and joined the R.O.T.C., she had breezed through that ahead of her class, and was immediately hired. Somehow, she always came back, from the most dangerous missions; she always came back to headquarters, having the grizzly job of relaying the scenario in which her partners were slaughtered. Sierra looked down at her handgun, she had maybe two rounds left, not enough to fend off the enemy. Maybe I really won't make it out of this. Just maybe. She could not see the enemy, she couldn't even hear them, they were waiting for her to make the first move. Suddenly a red light filled the dusty old warehouse, illuminating every crevice. Is it a grenade? Am I going to die? But why would they sacrifice their own men? Or am I dead or dying? Agent Ryan could hear the gunmen scrambling to get out, obviously they thought it was some kind of explosive. She looked frantically for some way out, but the light was becoming so bright that she could see nothing else. So she did the only thing she could, lay down on the cold hard floor, covered her head with her arms and braced for the impact. That impact never came, even as the red light faded away. Slowly she looked up to see a tall man with pale blue hair and strange clothes standing in the middle of the building. He looked disoriented as he examined his surroundings, trying to figure out where he was. "What the fuck?" Sierra muttered as she wondered just what had taken place.
Chichiri found himself standing in some sort of large building when the red aura faded away. "Where am I, no da?" He wondered as he looked around. He noticed movement in the far right corner of the building and tried to focus on it. He realized it was a young girl, covered in blood, but from the looks of it, it wasn't her own. Her platinum blonde hair was so short on the top that it spiked wildly, then a long braid hung loosely in the back. He noticed her drop a small metal object, which made a clanking noise that echoed throughout the warehouse as it collided with the floor. She was wearing loose black pants, and a burgundy tank top that shined lightly as if it was made out of nylon. "What just happened? Who…who are you?" She asked, her voice shaking uncontrollably. "I am Chichiri, no da. Who are you, no da?" He asked staring at her questioningly. "I…I'm Agent Sierra Ryan…where the hell did you come from?" She demanded, desperately trying to regain her composure. "I must have been taken to the Miko's world somehow, no da." Chichiri replied regarding his surroundings. "You mean to tell me that you are from another world?" Sierra asked skeptically. Chichiri nodded. Well he did appear out of nowhere…but another world? Sierra wondered silently. Suddenly Chichiri noticed Terry's corpse lying on the floor like a discarded rag doll. "Is he dead, no da?" He asked, sounding very innocent for a man of his age. Sierra nodded, fighting back tears. "What happened here?" Chichiri asked looking around. "A gun battle with a terrorist group." She replied. "Are you hurt, no da?" Chichiri asked looking at her. "Nothin' serious. The blood is mostly from Terry." Sierra replied, carefully avoiding mentioning that along with the blood there were pieces of skull and brain tissue, Terry had been shot in the head. The guy is just so kind…worrying about me when he just got sucked from some other world----wait what am I saying!? I don't really believe that, that's absurd. "If you don't mind, could you help me? I don't even know where I am, no da." Chichiri said, sounding almost sheepish from asking a stranger for help. "Yeah sure, I'm renting an apartment near the American Embassy. I need to get cleaned up anyway." Sierra replied dully, her mind was becoming foggy from Terry's gruesome death, especially since the adrenaline rush was wearing off. "One question, do you ever blink?" She asked suddenly. "Oh! It's a mask, no da!" Chichiri replied pulled off the enchanted mask. "Oh, well keep it off, you'll draw attention to yourself wearing that." She commanded, although she was almost in a trance staring at his handsome face, despite the scar. "Well, alright, no da." Chichiri agreed.
"Here we are." Sierra muttered dully as she pushed open the door to her hotel room. It was decorated in Western design, mostly because of it's proximity to the American Embassy, and it had that smell of uniform hotel air freshener. "I'm taking a shower. There's some chips in on the coffee table if you get hungry." Agent Ryan said as she tossed the keys on the bed and headed for the bathroom. "Um…okay, no da." Chichiri said softly, not really sure of what to do. So he decided to sit down on one of the generic chairs and wait for her to get done.
Sierra peeled off her clothes and stepped into the stream of icy water. The coldness slowly began to bring her back to reality as the shock wore off. She scrubbed her skin roughly, trying to remove any trace of her partner's blood. She then shampooed her hair several times to get the clumps of blood out of her pale locks. Sierra tried desperately not to cry, but images of Terry saying good-bye to his family the week before kept playing over in her mind. She remembered his adorable little daughter asking him to bring her a souvenir back from Japan while she watched from the sidelines, just out of the picture as usual. Her teammates had jokingly said that she had perfected the art of being alone in a crowd. They had been such a close family she reminisced, now Sierra was going to tell them he was never coming back. They would want to know how he died; Sierra didn't want to even think about that. Slowly she stepped out and dressed in a clean pair of clothes, almost completely identical to her now stained and dirty clothes she had just taken off. Sierra didn't care much about style, she was all about being practical. Finally she stepped out of the bathroom and saw Chichiri. God I forgot. What was I thinking? Some guy who is probably legally insane, and I took him back to my hotel. I need my sanity checked. "Listen, I have to go check in with headquarters." She said slipping on a pair of Nike sneakers. Wait a second I can't leave him here! If they send a rookie out looking for me before I get there and they find some guy in my room I'll never hear the end of it! This keeps getting worse and worse. "Something wrong, no da?" Chichiri asked quietly. "I guess I have to take you with me. But not in those clothes." She said looking at his Chinese shoes and pants, and his blue cloak. "Looks like I'm going to ask Richard to lend me some clothes. He looks about the same size as you." She said as she headed for the door. "I'll be back in a second, he's just a few floors down." She said as she walked out the door. Chichiri just scratched the back of his head and sat back down.
Sierra stood nervously in front of Richards door. He wasn't a lot older than her, but still he would surely ask her why she needed men's clothes. Finally she got up all her courage and knocked on his hotel door. It opened quickly. "Sierra, how was the mission? Did it become a confrontation?" A tall man with raven black hair and silvery gray eyes asked as soon as he saw her. "Terry didn't make it out." She replied simply. "Oh god…" Richard murmured. "Yeah…um, can I borrow some of your clothes?" she asked nervously. "Why?" He asked looking at her curiously. "Uh…a friend of mine needs some…" she replied, not meeting his eyes. "Don't tell me you already found a boyfriend?! We've only been in Tokyo for three days!" He demanded. "It's not like that! It's a long story! Just please do me this favor!" She begged. "Fine, but I better get to meet this guy." And kill him. Richard thought privately. "I don't know why you would want to do that…hehe…" she said nervously. "Yeah I'll bet." He muttered and disappeared into his room, soon returning with a baggy pair of black jeans and a light blue T-shirt. "Thanks Rich." Sierra said, grabbing the bundle and quickly heading down the hallway. "Yeah whatever." He muttered as he shut the door.
"Here ya go, they should fit." Sierra said as she handed Chichiri Richard's clothes. "You can change in the bathroom." She added. "Thank you, no da." Chichiri said as examined the clothes curiously.
Seirra's breath caught in her throat as Chichiri came out dressed in the clothes she had given him. She hadn't noticed before quite how muscular he was. She felt herself involuntarily blushing. "So, no da, are we going to this headquarters place now?" He asked. She nodded and tried desperately to hide her blush. Chichiri looked at her curiously when he noticed her blushing, but shrugged and followed her.
"So Chichiri, what exactly did you do in your home world?" Sierra asked as they walked through the crowed streets towards the American Embassy. "Well, I was a wandering monk. But I served as a protector of my Miko, no da." He replied. "Oh." Was all Sierra could say, it had shocked her to find out that he was monk. God, he's a monk. And you were staring at his body. Isn't that a sin? She wondered. "Well I understand the wanderer thing, I kind of do that myself." She said with a hint of sadness.
Chichiri and Sierra walked into the American Embassy after getting her I.D. checked by a security guard. He had been given a temporary pass since she had a high security clearance. "The government organization I work with closely works with the American F.B.I. so we are using one of the conference rooms reserved for them while we stay in Tokyo." Sierra explained as they stepped into a huge room. A slightly balding man stood up from a paper-covered desk upon spotting Sierra. "Agent Ryan, I was informed by Richard that Terry didn't make it back." He said solemnly. Sierra nodded sadly. "Um, who is that you have with you?" He asked turning his gaze to Chichiri. "Well Chief-" "I guess this must be her new boyfriend." Richard said cutting her off. I didn't even see him. Sierra mused. "I always figured you liked bad boys." Richard said with a chuckle when he noticed the large scar on Chichiri's face. "Richard, we really don't have time-" "For your information Chichiri is a monk." Sierra said cutting him off, this was the perfect way to get them to leave he alone. "Oh…" Richard said, completely caught off guard. "ANYWAY, like I was saying, you really shouldn't bring unauthorized personnel in here." Chief McIntosh said raising his voice slightly; he really didn't like being cut off. "Well I didn't really have a choice, Chichiri is sort of new to Tokyo…" She explained. "Well we can talk about this later, I'll grant you a three day leave, we don't leave for Moscow until Sunday." Chief said gruffly. Just then Felicia Robertson walked in, she was the head secretary of the treasury department. "Well, who is your friend Ryan?" She asked looking at Chichiri seductively. "He's a monk." Richard informed her, not wanting to pass up an opportunity to embarrass her, they weren't exactly friends. "Oh my." Felicia said as she realized her mistake. "Did you have a reason for coming down here?" Sierra asked irritably, annoyed at her blatant flirting with Chichiri, for reasons she could not fathom. After all why should Sierra care who was putting the moves on Chichiri, the mysterious blue haired monk…?
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~Lady of Indigo Frost