I couldn't find a good Gowther x OC story, so I decided to write my own!
Disclaimer: I sadly do not own the anime/manga the Seven Deadly Sins
Have you ever Awoken to somewhere Unfamiliar?
The sight of a different sky or roof,
Enough to make you wonder of your time, drawing nearer.
Is life truly foolproof?
Closer, you were beckoned
To the sounds of the meadow.
The swaying and swishing of the reckoned.
So much woe.
The dead who you wish to see,
Or the living of whom you could never be,
Together.
A word that is light as a feather.
Yet darker than the depths of the deepest oceans.
What it it? You ask, falling into their notions.
Is it death,
Calling to you?
A final breath?
No, none of that brew.
I suppose a second chance.
A second chance at life.
To prance
Away from the hidden strife.
The clandestine desert inside of your heart.
Is it going to be re-quenched?
For life is like a tart.
The sweets of it entrenched.
But it will spoil.
Through all trouble,
It will toil.
Through the lies you've doubled,
Trying to keep your secret.
But secrets are meant to be revealed.
Just as chances are to be given a second beacon.
Through all of the scars that haven't healed,
I have awoken.
In an unfamiliar place.
I've seen the signs and I have betoken.
At my own pace,
I will save this place.
My time here, has drawn to a close.
Upon my bed of death, I impose.
A second chance at life is nearer,
Please, don't look into my mirror.
For only the harshest of realities shine clearer.
And only the truth is reflected in this mirror.
For I have Awoken somewhere that is Unfamiliar.
Books. Poems. Fine literature, all of them. I suppose that you could say that I've always loved books and the places that they could take you to. I've also loved manga and anime. Not necessarily fine literature, but they do provide enjoyment that I, myself do not wish to implode with anyone else's lies and belligerent words towards such fine entertainment. Yes, I am a strange soul, one could say. My parents told me once that I have a fascination with anything that they would think is strange or unusual, no matter what it is. Except for my fascination with cats. But that is an entirely different story. I am fond of the classics. Shakespeare, Dickens, Miguel de Cervantes, Machiavelli. I am also fond of items of literature that are written and/or animated in the 21st century called anime and manga. Two completely different worlds apart. Two types of literature that no "normal" person of my era (the 21st century) would be fond of at the same time. But then again, my parents did say that I was an anomaly. My taste in music is near the same, as in my favorite genres are classical and Jpop. I play piano, flute, and violin. Nonetheless, back on topic. You could say that every time I read something, I am drawn into the story, much like anyone else.
Until that day
My day started as usual. Awaken at around 5:00 A.M. Shower. Get dressed. Go to school, I am a senior at my high school, age 17. Go to classes of calculus, English 12, psychology and sociology, chemistry 3, Japanese, history, and band. Go to piano and violin lessons at 4:00 P.M. Capoeira practice at 6:30 P.M. Go home at 7:30. Read Pico della Mirandola's Oration on the Dignity of Man. Watch the anime The Seven Deadly Sins. Slip on my signature, favorite blue TARDIS bookbag (of which I loved and never left the house without, thankfully) and checked the mail while the anime is still playing on my phone, along with my ignorant self watching. The snow drifting down upon my covered body. Get hit by a car at around roughly 9:31 P.M. I am not an idiot usually, but my road usually wasn't busy. That ignorance and inattentiveness killed me.
Whoever said that "Ignorance is Bliss",
Clearly has never been hit by a car before.
While being ignorant and inattentive.
Fuck ignorance.
Inattentiveness too.
I am not sure if I died that day. As a matter of fact, I am not sure if I am alive right now. Or in a comatose state. But what I do know is that if I did die, I was given a second chance at life. Yes, there are things that I miss, such as hot showers and anime. And there are also people of whom I am sure will miss me as much as I'd miss them. My sweet, loving, kind mother. Adorable sisters. Intuitive, yet caring father. My cat. Yes, one of those things that I've mentioned, does find me, but nevertheless, I missed them at first as much as they missed me. That's enough foreshadowing for now. Allow us to get back to the situation at hand.
When I awoke, I was in the middle of a meadow. A grassy field with flowers of a many variety whipping at my face. I was in pain. So much pain. My body was battered. I stared at the sky, white fluffs of cotton floating in a serene, calming blue, and decided to get up and assess my damage. I grimaced as I raised my upper half off of the itchy grass, hissing in pain as I felt a sharp flare of agony shoot through the nerves of my ribcage. I felt around my bruised area. I must've broken at least three ribs. I had various cuts here and there, but other than my ribs and a very painful, deep laceration on the back of my calves that went horizontally and was near symmetrical. I'm surprised that I got off that easily. I mean, I was just hit by a car. Shakily, I rose myself up to my feet, trying to steady myself, I carefully walked towards a pine tree near the edge of the clearing. Reaching said tree, I leaned against it, trying to think up a plan to get back home. Just where in the hell was I? I didn't know, that's for sure. I wondered around aimlessly for around a half an hour, that was until I saw some smoke and a few chimneys popping up out of the treeline. I then ran towards said chimneys, ignoring the excruciating agony and pain in my legs and ribs. My breath shallowed out, quickened, and threatened to cut off oxygen supply to my brain. But, luckily, I pushed through. It took me around 15 minutes of fumbled walking to reach my destination, and when I did, I was completely and utterly shocked.
The roads were made of cobblestone, tiny village huts were scattered on the side of said road. Horses and wagons were the main mode of transportation. Horses and mother-fucking wagons. It appeared to be something out of a book on the European 15th century, or the Middle Ages. I hope that it isn't. They were plentiful and extremely proficient in tortures in that era. Gasping to catch my breath, I turned to the nearest villager.
"Excuse me sir, but you wouldn't happen to know where a doctor is, now would you?" I asked politely, annunciating each word clearly, so that he wouldn't see the pain that I was in.
"Yes miss, right this way." The villager said, leading me towards a house that was built the same as the rest of the village. He gave me strange looks, which made me look down at myself. My waist length, mousy brown hair with red highlights was pulled up in a half up-half down bun style with a pair of ornamental chopsticks shoved through said bun. My bodice was cloaked in a light blue, V-neck sweater and white tank top, covered by a thick, tweed coat. My legs were given near the same amount of layering, a black pair of leggings underneath a pair of white washed jeans and combat boots. The only acceptable thing to this time was the jewelry that I wore, of which was simple. I looked at my calloused piano-hands. I wore a sterling silver onyx crescent moon ring on the middle finger of my right hand, a sterling silver peridot teardrop ring on the ring finger of my right hand, and my white gold class ring on my middle finger of the left hand. Other than my rings, a black pocket watch hung from my neck. Even my black-framed bifocal glasses, which covered my emerald eyes, looked strange to them though, so hiding my "odd appearance and attitude" would be near impossible.
I turned to my companion, he was probably one of the most stupid people I'd ever seen in my life. He walked with me alongside him, speaking of his day, making several grammatical errors along the way. Not only that, but he wasn't exactly the nicest person, if you take into context that he finds enjoyment in being a tax collector. Of which in the time that I suppose that I am in, is practically the job of a con artist.
I picked up my speed unconsciously at that thought, and just as we crossed an old cobblestone bridge, a giant came up out of nowhere. A very familiar giant. Standing somewhere around 20ft and wearing an orange leotard-like clothing item. Her hair was up in pigtails. The town started to run away, screaming for their lives. As did the male villager of whom was helping me. He was pretty useless. I saw his brown mop of hair take their leave, blue eyes full of panic. Coward. I walked towards the giant. She was standing outside of a window, looking in. Immediately, I knew who she was. Diane. I softened my steps, making my strides a normal length.
"Excuse me, miss, you do not happen to know where a doctor is, do you?" I asked her, feeling my legs tire as the toll was taken onto them.
"Why yes, this is the doctor's house, you aren't afraid of me? That is very odd." Diane said, rambling off, her dark chocolate pigtails flying behind her as her head shook while speaking.
"Of course I am not afraid of you, Diane, Serpent's Sin of Envy. Do not fear, I am not after you, as a matter of fact, I would like to know if you would allow me to travel with you as I try to find my family." I stated.
"Then why do you need a doctor, miss?" Diane asked. 'Shit. I think that I struck a chord. She's angry. God, damn my mouth. Why do I always speak before considering others?!' I thought as I looked at her scowling face. Damn me. Damn me. Damn me. Her glare shot daggers at me, and it took me my all to say the next sentence without stumbling and stuttering.
"I was attacked, I have at least three broken ribs and torn muscle tissue on my legs from a deep laceration." I stated with a deadpanned face, trying to keep control of my emotions.
"Oh… I see. Well then, go on inside, but don't be too loud, one of my captain's friends are sick, and I would really appreciate it if you'd be quiet." She said, slathering each word out belligerently, making me fear for my life.
"Thank you," I said, collecting my mental shit as I tried to head inside, but the trauma was too much for me, and my epileptic self had a seizure. Of which I am surprised didn't come earlier. It is always worse when I get into embarrassing or stressful situations. Slap on some pain and my typical insomnia, and you are ready for me to have an episode, that's for sure.
~~Diane's POV~~
"I was attacked, I have at least three broken ribs and torn muscle tissue on my legs from a deep laceration." the girl stated with a deadpanned face, obviously trying to control her emotions. What in the hell could get her so worked up that she thought that she'd have to block it off. Maybe she was here to attack us. Should I really let her inside while Elizabeth is ill? One look at her pained face told me the answer. Even though she may be dangerous, this girl needs help. That doesn't mean that I trust her though.
"Oh… I see. Well then, go on inside, but don't be too loud, one of my captain's friends are sick, and I would really appreciate it if you'd be quiet." I said, purposely slathering each word out belligerently, making the poor girl fear for her life. She does need to know not to attack us though.
We are the Seven Deadly Sins, I am positive that we can take this small-fry on easily if she does attack. But better safe than sorry. The girl then thanked me and walked towards the door. Until she collapsed and started having a seizure.
"CAPTAIN!" I yelled out, calling for the small blonde. After a minute of silence, the captain ran out with Ban and King on his sides.
"What is going on?" Meliodas asked, worriedly, obviously afraid for this girl, even though he hadn't even technically met her yet.
"How the hell should I know?! One minute, she's asking for our help to find her way back to her family and about to go inside to get help from the doctor, the next, she's on the ground having a damned seizure!" I yelled out at him, frustrated. The doctor that I'd mentioned then ran out to check up on the commotion.
"Hold her down, one of you grab her arms, the other her legs, and lastly her head. Don't get your hands too close to her mouth, if you want to keep your fingers," The doctor ordered, and the boys acted immediately, Ban grabbing her head, Meliodas grabbing her legs, and King grabbing her arms. "Now, all we can do is wait for her to finish, there is not a medicine that I have on hand to stop seizures." So that's what we did, we waited. It went on for around ten minutes, the girl struggling and thrashing her arms and legs out, trying to escape our hold, mouth foaming slightly, until she just, stopped. The girl's body fell slack and her breathing slowed. Opening her eyes slowly, she then squeaked. Probably from Captain grabbing her ass.
"D-doctor," The girl started, seemingly unable to finish her sentence for six long seconds- "I need your help. I have at least three broken ribs and a deep laceration on both of my calves." She stated calmly, trying to not stumble over her words.
"Right this way, miss what is your name?" The doctor asked her, making her follow him into the house. That girl has some nerve trying to be calm after that. But, she was strong, I'll give her that. It wore the boys out just trying to hold her down.
"Summerston… Katherine Summerston" The girl, now known as Katherine, said. Her face was forlorn and sad. Tears had pricked the sides of her face. She sure was strong, I will give her that.
~~Katherine's POV~~
I just sat there, wincing as the needle poked and prodded my flesh, wiggling holes into it so that the doctor could sew up my laceration. I had actually broken seven ribs. He said that they'd all heal completely in around three months. The doctor was an elderly, wrinkled man. His salt and pepper hair was near gone, yet it stuck out where his glaring glasses were placed over his deep brown eyes. The doctor then asked me to take off my shirt so that he may wrap my ribs, which made me thankful for me wearing my plain blue bra instead of the lacy black one that my sister wanted me to wear. Yes, my sister chose my clothes, so what? Nevertheless, I did so, and what I saw was enough for me to take in a sharp breath in an instant, accidentally causing more pain, making me wince. The bruises were reddish purple, and I could tell that there was some slight hemorrhaging. Luckily, my lungs were not punctured from my broken ribs, which is a miracle. He then took out a roll of bandages and soaked them in some medicine as to soothe the pain that it caused. Not that it'd stop me from using some of my stashed painkillers later, that resided in my backpack. Okay, I stash items in my backpack, you never know when you'd have an allergic reaction and need a benadryl or have an asthma attack and need an inhaler, or even in this instance, have an injury and need aspirin. I silently thanked the gods for the past me packing midol. What if I have a period? I sure as hell would need it then!
I heard a groan from the room next door to mine. A feminine groan at that. Curious, I got up and walked to said room, and the sight that I saw was very adorable, yet sad. Elizabeth laid on the bed, ill and feverish. Her face was pale and sweat beaded off of her skin like diamonds. Meliodas sad in a chair next to her bed, seemingly asleep, holding her hand, which laid on her silver hair. Elizabeth then opened her eyes and stared at me, blue orbs questioning. I then realized that I was still in just a bra and pants, I suppose my wrappings as well, and blushed, running to get my shirt. When I returned, Elizabeth and Meliodas were conversing about me, he told her what he knew about me. (That being that I needed their help to find my family).
"Hello?" I asked, breaking up their conversation.
"Ah! Speak of the devil and he shall appear! We were just talking about you! If you don't mind, could you please tell us about yourself and where you are from? I'd really like to know some information about our new barmaid!" Meliodas exclaimed quickly, making me feel quite a bit of pressure. I swallowed it down though. I really didn't need another seizure.
"My name is Katherine Summerston, I am seventeen years old, five-foot-five, one-hundred thirty-two pounds. Where I am from, I am too young to be a barmaid. And until yesterday, I was in the 21st century, watching an anime and reading a manga about your lives. Therefore, I know of only one future, but still, I know your future. But if things change, ie me being here, I do not know the future after such changes. Let's say that I see Veronica, Elizabeth's sister, of which you end up thinking is dead but really isn't, and if I decide to save her, she may really end up dead instead of just with broken legs. Therefore, yes, there are some things that I will be unable to change for the better, because I know of the outcome. But if something happens, and I am unable to save someone, or something even worse happens, I don't know if I could live knowing that I could've changed the outcome. Nevertheless, yesterday, I was hit by a car, it is sort of like a horse and wagon, and ended up here. I am not sure if I died and was given a second chance at life, or if I am just unable to get back home, but is it really so bad to just want to try? I do not know if I could accept this as my inescapable reality yet, so… Anyways, I would love to be an entertainer, that is if you decide to help me find my way home. I can play the flute, violin, and piano. Has the piano been invented yet? I am sure that the pipe organ has, it is similar to the piano, I am sure that I could play it. Anyways, I would prefer it if you didn't tell the others of this. Just letting you know, I don't think that they'd take it as well as you would." I said, nearly out of breath by the time I finished my speech. I know that I could trust them, I mean this is Meliodas and Elizabeth for God's sake! That is the only reason I told them, other than to find a place to sleep, food, a way home, etcetera. A long stretch of silence separated me from my conversers.
"So… my sister is alive?" Elizabeth asked me, breaking said silence. Shit. Why do I have to have such a blather mouth?! God damn it! Why Why WHY?! I need to develop my filter. Should I tell her the truth? Could I tell her the truth?!
"I can not tell you any more things about your sister, I apologize." I stated, putting on my usual deadpan mask. "Did you guys happen to go to the festival in Viezel? Have you found Gowther yet?" I asked, knowing full well that they went to the festival since they thought that Veronica was dead.
"Yes, we went to the festival! It was amazing! Until we were attacked, that is. We haven't found Gowther yet." Meliodas said happily at first, until his facial expression fell from his latter statement.
"I see, I apologize for the fact that I seem to be an untrustworthy person to you, I just want you to know that I not only need your help, but you need mine. It is a mutual relationship." I stated, thinking of cleaner fish and fish tanks at that thought. Ahh, analogies!
"On the contrary, I completely trust you. Wholeheartedly!" Meliodas stated, excitedly.
"But you don't even know me… " I said, trailing off.
"That is what you think now, you will understand why I do in the future." As I heard this, I stifled a yawn. I was so tired. I must've lost at least a pint of blood when I was running earlier, throw in my episode, and my pain. I could barely hear anything else he said after that, so he shooed me off to bed.
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~Kat!