All right here's the deal.
I've had this idea bouncing around my head for a while and I had to get it out there so here it is.
Depending on the reviews and responses it may or may not become a full story.
Anyways let me know what you think.
Sekirei: Hunted
Tokyo was nothing more than a mass field of rubble and crumbling structures. Craters dotted the landscape creating massive sinkholes maybe a quarter of a mile deep at the most and a mile wide at the most. The skyscrapers that once rose above all still towered overhead but chunks of the buildings were missing and throughout the landscape human skeletons cluttered the area.
The sky was a dark rolling grey mass and it seemed ready to pour at any moment. In the distance to the north of Tokyo glittered a mass of structures, the mass of structures seemed to glow green and several small things seemed to flutter about the city. The areas around Tokyo seemed abandoned and the bridges leading out were destroyed and floating on at the bottom of the rivers the once spanned.
In the city though a lone figure marched down an alley with nary a sound, the figure was dressed in a large camouflaged trench coat and a gas mask was secured to their face, the hood of the trench coat was up obscuring the figures head. The figures hands bore a pair of fingerless black and grey gloves and in the hands was a bolt action rifle with a scope attached to the top, the rifle itself was wrapped in grey strips of cloth. The figure had a pair of black pants with a lot of pockets on; the pants were a patchwork of black and grey scraps, on the feet were a pair of boots. On the figures back was a decent sized backpack meant for hiking.
As the figure walked through the alley it paused before pressing itself against the right wall and kept a dumpster in front of it. Peaking over the dumpster the figure watched as a ship of alien like design passed slightly above the street. The craft had two wings on either side with jet engines at the ends of said wings; the main hull ended towards the back with a ramp for people to enter or exit from, the aircraft had a tail that extended behind the hull with a rudder at the end. At the head of the craft a cockpit sat though it was covered by a frosted colored roof preventing the figure from seeing inside. Cannon of some sort sat below the nose of the aircraft.
The craft roared above the street and the figure leaned back against the wall while it flipped the safety off of the rifle. The figure reached into their cloak and pulled out a hand grenade and let the sling the rifle was attached to hold the rifle steady. After a few seconds the figure glanced at the street and noticed it was empty and sighed before stowing the grenade away and flicking the safety back on and crouching low to the ground to move towards the street slowly.
Once at the mouth of the alley the figure looked both left and right and saw the craft in the sky heading in the opposite direction. The figure stood up straight and walked into the street and jogged towards a building that was left standing. The building was a three story apartment complex made of brick and mortar with steel reinforcing the walls, the bricks were a reddish color and the front door of the complex was a dull grey color.
The figure entered the building and closed the door behind him quietly. The inside of the building was as run down as the rest of the outside world and the figure took it all in before walking down the hall and went down a set of stairs left of an old elevator shaft. At the bottom of the stairs was a steel door and the figure went to the door before inserting a key into the lock of the door and turning it, opening the door the figure pushed it and entered inside. The figure closed the door with a loud thud! The figure flipped a light switch turning the lights on and revealing the room to its eyes.
The room was plain except for the large amount of books in a corner next to a bed along with several boxes of munitions in an open closet. In the back left corner was an old military cot, at the foot of the cot was a large stack of books. On the right wall was an open closet with munitions and coats of various kinds, a few pairs of shoes also stood next to the closet, on the far left wall was a bulletin board with pictures and articles dotting it, also there was a heavy steel door with bolts and locks of every kind.
In the back wall a hallway led to a bathroom. The figure sighed before setting the backpack down and walked to the bed and set the rifle down on it carefully before sitting next to it and pulling its hood down and removed the gas mask after a moment revealing a male face. The person was a young teenager boy with grey hair that looked to once be black but had changed either with age, stress, or a combination of the two. He had grey colored eyes and a small scar was stretched across his cheek, the person removed the trench coat revealing a regular Military combat jacket underneath with a white shirt underneath that.
The man took the coat and draped it over the foot of the bed and slowly took off the boots on his feet that were coated in a layer of mud and other substances. Once off the man stood up and scooted the boots slightly under the cot before moving to the bulletin board and looking at the articles. The articles were mostly pictures of ships in the skies above different cities. At first it had been peaceful, the alien ships had arrived and the question of whether humanity had been alone had been answered.
Then the ships attacked and decimated cities and armies, planes couldn't reach the ships and the slow genocide against humanity carried on. The articles pictures shifted to scenes of lasers raining down from the sky, cities like LA, Berlin, New York, Moscow, and London were left in ruins. Then came the actual ground forces, the beings on the ships were humanoid at first glance but were anything but human, they had powers unlike whatever humanity had ever seen except from cartoons, manga, and comics.
From there humanity entered the triple digits in terms of population. The few remaining humans were hunted down and captured for some reason or another. The figure's eyes danced over to the top left of the board where a picture of an older woman with almost white hair with strands of black in it stood with two children. The first child was a young girl wrapped in a pink blanket and the second child was a young boy maybe eight with black hair and grey eyes like the older woman, he stood and smiled at the camera.
The figure sighed before walking to the bed and lying down and stared at the ceiling, the figure just stared for a few moments before pulling a little pendant meant for medical analysis, on the back was an inscription. 'Minato Sahashi, blood type A +, no allergies' the now named Minato played with the necklace before letting it drop to his chest.
Minato reached into his pocket and withdrew a photograph that was folded up. Unfolding the rather creased paper it revealed a picture identical to the one on the bulletin board. Minato placed a finger on the photo and traced the outline of the two women in the picture. "Okāsan, Imōto where are you?" He whispered to himself before folding the picture back up and stowing it away in his pocket.
Minato laid there on the bed and contemplated what had happened. He had born a few years before the aliens arrived and the war happened, if you call it a war, his sister was born a year before the war. When it had started they were safe considering they lived in a rather small town but eventually like everyone they had to run. They had reached a refugee camp and after a few nights there they were attacked.
The air strikes came from the sky the sources unseen and had vaporized a third of the large group before anyone had an idea as to what was happening. He had been separated from his family in the camp and hadn't been able to find them, from there he wandered about and tried to live on his own and search for the rest of his family, he absolutely refused to believe they were dead. When the aliens had come down he had watched entire swaths of people be cut down by the aliens, he had done his best to avoid them but he had encountered several.
After a time when he began to see less and less people he had seen the Aliens drag people off to their ships and take them to the cities like the one North of Tokyo, the cities sprung up all around the world at least one city near the old remains of the capitals and large cities like Leningrad, New York , and Munich, he had tried to find out what had happened but every time he got within a mile of the perimeter Sekirei came out of the city and attempted to capture him.
Finally he resigned himself to just staying in Tokyo a mere fifteen miles from the alien community. Though it was getting a little harder to live in the city with the ever growing patrols and occasional group of aliens that walked around the city before going back after a day or so, he had studied the groups from afar, preferably with a sniper scope, and he had observed something odd. The groups were made up of usually one adult and a group of younger aliens that looked to be teenagers to eight year olds, it reminded him of a field trip like what he used to do in school before the war.
Despite being able to avoid the aliens there were other dangers, rabid dogs, wolves from the country side, animals escaped from the zoos, and the occasional monstrosity that was a result of exposure to too much radiation when humanity finally decided to unleash the weapons of mass destruction. Minato had thought it'd take generations for monstrosities like the ones he'd seen to appear but they appeared only seven years after the fallout.
Minato sighed and sat up and pulled his rifle close to him and began to clean it, setting the parts down on the bed, the rifle was something he had come across inside of a house. The rifle was an antique Kar98k, but it could put down just about anything and the shells were easier to find than other bullets. The eight millimeter shells were powerful enough to take down a bear, Minato had found one that escaped from the zoo and had tried to eat but Minato had put a bullet into its head effectively killing it.
Minato took the bolt out of the rifle before pulling a gun cleaning kit out from under the cot and proceeded to maintain the rifle. Minato had learned how to clean and maintain the rifle from a man he had met when he was just separated from his family and said man had been a soldier. Both of them were rather lost and the old soldier took him under his wing and helped Minato survive and prosper before passing away from a sickness. Minato had buried the man in the middle of a forest during a cold and unforgiving winter that had managed to worsen the soldier's sickness.
Minato finished the cleaning and started to piece the rifle back together. After the old soldier had passed away Minato had taken to searching for his family all throughout Japan and had found himself witness to the aliens first coming off their ships. At first Minato had thought they were prisoners then they started to wield elements like nothing and move faster than a car normally could. All these aliens differed from one another and dressed strangely almost like cosplay strange.
Finally once the rifle was back together Minato began to rewrap the weapon in the grey strips of cloth. After seeing the aliens first hand he had snuck away before heading to Tokyo to see how the city had fared and scrounge what he could from the city. He had found it abandoned and mostly destroyed with a few exceptions, after a few days he had seen a glow from the north and decided it was strange enough to garner his attention. So he had made a weeklong trip due to the amount of air traffic the aliens had in the area. Once he was within a mile or two of the city and atop a hill he had seen the sprawling vastness of the structures along with the quarter of a mile high wall complete with giant ominous glowing gate of doom.
Then the gate had risen and from the gate came a group of six people, five women and one man, all of the women were dressed in a tight black leather top, a miniskirt and stockings, and over the shoulders was a grey haori with the aliens 'crest' for lack of a better term. The male of the group was dressed up in black pants and a long sleeved shirt of the same color. The shirt was open in the front, stopping just a few inches below his solar plexus, with crisscrossing bands of leather forming an 'X'. The sleeves near his shoulders had a single band around them. Sitting almost lazily on his waist was a belt that looked more like an accessory than an actually functioning one. Three of the females carried swords as did the sole male of the group.
Minato finished the wrapping around the rifle and set the rifle near the head of the bed, leaning against the wall, and pulled out a dagger a little more than a foot in length and began to admire it before pulling out a wet stone and sharpening it. The group of aliens had been relentless in their pursuit and several times Minato had encounters with them. They had played a game of cat and mouse all the way back to the city where the odds turned in Minato's favor due to knowledge of the landscape and the extra equipment lying about the city.
Minato stopped sharpening the knife and stowed it away back in his sheath before pulling out a revolver and began to disassemble the six shooter. He had managed to drive them off but not before the purple haired leader of the group and stabbed him in the abdomen and left him for dead. He had managed to survive and just as the aliens were about to board the ship that had come to take them to the city, Minato struck.
Minato flipped the cylinder of the pistol back into place and pointed it at a certain point with his left eye closed. Minato had put an eight millimeter rifle round through the purple haired aliens' right shoulder and had clipped her lung. After that he had fled deeper into the city with the aliens trying in vain to try and find him until a building dropped on top of him and he had slipped away and hopefully they thought he was dead. He had eluded them and had counted it as a victory to himself. The purple haired one was their leader and was stronger than all the rest possibly put together, the only reason she hadn't been able to dodge the bullet was because she was distracted by her comrades' antics.
Minato frowned and put the pistol back in its holster at his right hip, he began to take off all the holsters before lying in bed. There had been one thing that had confused him. The aliens had spoken near perfect Japanese and all throughout the chase had kept on going on about finding their 'Ashikabi' whatever the hell it was it seemed important to them and so it became important to Minato.
Minato closed his eyes and sighed before opening them and going to turn the lights off and moved back to lying down on the bed. Whatever the hell an Ashikabi was it was valuable to the aliens and so it was worth destroying. He had resolved himself to finding out what an Ashikabi was but could never find out what it was.
Minato clenched his fist and slowly relaxed before going to sleep. 'Wherever you are Okāsan, Imōto, I promise I'll find you and I'll destroy any and all Sekirei that gets in the way of me and my goal.' Minato promised before going to sleep.
AtShin shuto
Northern half of the City.
The city to the north of Tokyo was alive and busy with Sekirei going back and forth from jobs and the like. Though in the quiet northern part of the city a girl sat in a place called Izumo Inn. The girl had black hair and steel grey eyes. She wore a school uniform that was a brown tannish color with a red plaid color skirt. She stood in front of a Mirror and at the edges of the mirror were a few pictures of people. Most notably a picture with an older woman with almost white hair with strands of black in it stood with two children. The first child was a young girl wrapped in a pink blanket and the second child was a young boy maybe eight with black hair and grey eyes like the older woman, he stood and smiled at the camera.
The girl sighed and moved away from the mirror in her decently sized room. The Inn had a kitchen for everyone's use as well as a washroom. Her room had a futon rolled out on the ground and a dresser in the right corner with a mirror in the opposite corner. The room had a window that was covered with black blinds. The girl sighed and made to the door and opened it to see a young boy there ready to knock.
The boy had grey almost white hair with grey eyes and if he were to be dressed in the right clothes he could've been mistaken for a girl. The boy blushed slightly and the girl stared at him before smiling slightly. "Shina-kun, what are you doing here?" The girl asked and the boy blushed. "Ah, Miya-san has requested you down at the dinner table." The girl nodded and walked down the hallway lined with several doors.
The boy noticed the girl's posture and saw she was slouched and slightly depressed. "Yukari-sama what's wrong?" Shina asked and the now named Yukari looked at him and shook her head before smiling. "Nothing at all, nothing at all." The girl said in a slightly bitter tone that betrayed her words. Shina flinched and they finally arrived at the long dinner table. Already several figures were there.
The first woman had long, dark brown hair, brown eyes and a well-developed body figure. She was wearing a pink/violet belly top with a golden star on the front and a golden "10" on the back. For the lower part she had on a pair Capri jeans. The second was a woman with long red hair with side plaits and appeared unfashionable dressed, wearing detached sleeves that resembled a cheongsam and a pair of glasses.
The third woman had long black hair and slightly slanted eyes and wore a very short purple Chinese dress which showed her cleavage and belly button. In her right hand was a decent sized Sake bottle. The next was a woman with silver hair and the same colored eyes and wore a long black coat with a mask around her neck along with a pair of black pants and black shoes meant more for an outing to a fancy party or some sort.
The next woman looked more like a teenager with pink hair in a side ponytail with two daisy clips, and wore a kimono-like shirt with one sleeve missing, she was also a A cup which was incomparable to the others in the room. The one next to her was also a teenager who's bandage-wrapped form is covered by a tattered dark kimono, disheveled grey hair, a studded choker, and narrow eyes; giving her a wicked, daunting appearance.
The next woman seemed to give off an air of bloodlust; she wore a tight black leather top, a miniskirt and stockings, over the shoulders was a grey haori. She had long light gray hair tied in a ponytail and gray narrow eyes. She had bags under her eyes, giving her an exhausted look. The woman next to the woman with bloodlust gave off the opposite more of and happy carefree air. She wore the same as the last woman but with a pair of black fighting gloves on her hands. She had brown eyes and a brown hair. Her hair was hime-styled; it had short bangs, chin-length strands surrounding her head and framing her face, a single antenna-like strand that hung just above her head and hip-length hair at the nape of her neck.
The last person was a slender yet shapely woman with fair-skin and brown eyes. She had waist-length purple hair with shorter bangs in a hime-style. She wore the traditional attire of a miko that consisted of a purple hakama, a white haori with a sash-like belt, wooden sandals and a white ribbon to partially hold her hair in place. The people at the table sat and chatted with each other but stopped when Yukari had entered the room with Shiina in tow.
Yukari took a seat at the end of the table opposite of the purple haired lady. "Ah, good to see you Yukari-Chan." The lady in the Chinese dress stated before taking a sip of alcohol from the bottle in her hands. Yukari nodded to the woman. "I still see you're drinking Kazehana-san." Yukari said and Kazehana smirked. "You should try some and try to relax, alcohol can do miracles." The one now named Kazehana said and Yukari snorted.
"Oh, what's the matter Yukari-san?" The pink haired teenager asked Yukari and Yukari looked at her. "None of your business washboard." Yukari spoke and the pink haired girl growled. "What was that pervert?" Yukari snorted, "You heard me Benitsubasa, damn washboard." Yukari said and the now named Benitsubasa growled. "You're going to pay for that pervert."
A quiet chuckle came from the grey haired Goth girl next to Benitsubasa and Benitsubasa leveled a glare at her. "What's so funny Haihane?" Benitsubasa asked and Haihane chuckled a bit more. "You always will be a wash board. Even Yukari admits it." Benitsubasa gained a tick mark on her head and the red headed woman with glasses began to chuckle weirdly like a perverted old man would. "Oh, looks like Yukari-tan could be developing a mean streak." She muttered and her glasses glinted in the light.
"Matsu," Yukari said turning her gaze to the woman and Matsu smiled. "Yes Yukari-tan?" She asked and Yukari kept up her stare. "Shut up." Matsu looked at her and fake pouted. "Oh, Yukari-tan is so mean." The grey haired woman with the pony tail chuckled lightly. "Oh, my. so angry Yuka-chan." Yukari looked at her and snorted. "Like you're one to talk Karasuba." The now named Karasuba smirked at her with her eyes crinkling up and her face bearing an almost fox like smile.
"Yukari-san," The brown haired woman next to Karasuba started. "Please don't be so angry." Yukari looked at her and snorted. "I'll feel however the damn well I want to feel, Yume." Yume hung her head and sighed. "So angry." The woman with the purple hair stared at Yukari and sighed. "Yukari-san it isn-"That was as far as she got before Yukari snapped. "Miya, shove it." Yukari snapped and glared at the purple haired woman now known as Miya, said woman sighed.
"Yukari-san, I called you down here not for you to scold us but to remind you that you are to go along with the trip into the old city in a few days." Miya spoke and Yukari seemed to just get angrier. "You are to accompany the trip and educate the new arrivals and we shall be accompanying you as well." It seemed that Yukari was at her limit when she clenched her fist and blood dribbled out of her hand and onto the once clean table.
"Do you understand Yukari-san?" Miya asked in a little bit more hardened tone. Yukari hesitated and seemed to want to shout at the woman. "I asked, do you understand." Miya asked and this time it seemed to be more of an order, Yukari nodded not trusting her voice. Rising up Yukari seemed to relax a little. "If that is all I think I'll be taking my leave." Yukari spoke and Shiina rose up to follow her but a glare from the corner of Yukari's eyes made the boy flinch and return to his seat. Yukari left the people in the room to talk amongst themselves.
When the girl was out of sight the rest of the room seemed to deflate except for Karasuba. "Well, that went as well as expected." Matsu said as she sighed, the rest of the room nodded. "What is the girls' problem?" Benitsubasa and Haihane and Shiina nodded alongside her. "Well I'd be a little upset if I had to watch as the rest of my race get killed and was torn from my family and then forced to live with the people who killed off more than ninety percent of your race. Wouldn't you?" Kazehana asked and Benitsubasa sighed and hung her head.
"Yeah I guess." She replied and Kazehana smiled a small bitter smile. "And let's not forget she's more or less been forced to be a wife to Shiina so she's going to have to carry one of our kind at some point so not only does she have to live with us she has to bear our kinds children." Haihane set her elbow on the table and rested her head on her palm. "Yeah that would suck. Anyways have there been any interesting developments?" She asked the table and the rest shook their heads.
Miya sighed before rubbing her right shoulder, Matsu noticed this and sighed. "Is it still acting up?" She asked and Miya sighed as the rest of the table turned their attention to her. "What's bothering you?" Haihane asked genuinely curious. "Miya took a bullet to the shoulder a few years ago and it left a decent sized scar." Karasuba stated and Haihane looked shocked as did the other two younger people.
"How?" Was the only word Benitsubasa could get out. "Well, it started out as a normal day here in the city, just doing our own thing when we got a call that there was possibly a mile maybe two from the wall." Kazehana stated and the rest of the table listened. "We went out and sure enough there was one and when we got close enough we found he wasn't all that friendly. He started taking pot shots at us a mile out before displacing and moving towards the city. We followed and for three days we kept on chasing him and he kept eluding us and leaving some rather nasty surprises."
Matsu lifted her top a little and it showed a patch of skin on her abdomen was scarred like it was burned. "Matsu walked near a booby trap and got caught in its blast." She told them as she lowered her top. "Yes anyway," Kazehana continued. "We kept up the chase and eventually we made it to the city and that's when we found out how tenacious this human really was." Kazehana muttered and Karasuba grinned wider. "I still wish we'd found him." She stated with an almost unnoticeable dusting of pink on her cheeks.
"Yeah, I think more than a few of us were reacting to him." Matsu stated and a little bit of pink showed on her cheeks. Haihane and Benitsubasa were shocked to see most if not all of the people have pink on their cheeks and blushing. "Well, when we kept getting near him he'd keep bring out new surprises to attempt to take us out. He had everything from landmines, stakes, pit falls, and on top of that he'd use the rubble as cover to snipe at us from long range."
Kazehana stated and took a drink from her bottle. "And after a while we cornered him." She said and Haihane interrupted her. "So why isn't he Ashikabi if you guys were reacting to him?" She asked and Miya sighed. "That would be my fault actually." She said and looked down as if ashamed. "I cornered him and we fought and eventually I stabbed him in the abdomen and I thought he was dead and so I left him." She said and rubbed her shoulder.
"I learned there and then to always make sure your target is dead." Haihane looked around questioningly and the rest seemed to have a little hope. "As we were about to board our ship to go to the city a shot rang out and hit Miya as she talked with us. Turns out the human was still alive and kicking and still ready to fight us to the bitter end." Kazehana stated and sighed. "We couldn't find him afterwards and so we went home but not before Miya here admitted something surprising."
Turning towards the purple haired woman the people at the table were treated to the sight of her blushing. "I think it was the fact that he would never give up and was still ready to fight but something in him made me react." She stated and Benitsubasa's head hit the table. "What I wouldn't give to see him and then make him mine." Kazehana said before taking a swig of her drink. "If you did manage to get winged by him you'd have to worry about him slipping a knife in between your ribs as you slept and then him blowing up the other Sekirei winged to him."
Karasuba had stated that with a smile on her face. "I would've enjoyed breaking him and then making sure he was obedient first then we could have so much fun in the tournaments." She said and at the mention of the tournament the others sagged. The tournaments were fights between Sekirei who had Ashikabi for money, property, and other valuables. Typically they were held in the destroyed human cities and occasionally they got so violent Sekirei started to die. This was all okay to the Sekirei as they needed to keep up in skills and all and they enjoyed the opportunity to study other Sekirei's techniques and skills.
"Well, damn sounds like this guy was a bit much." The girl with the number 10 on her back said and Yume nodded. "I know Uzume-san but I believe with the power of love anyone can overcome their hatred." The now named Uzume sighed, and the last person not named face palmed before speaking. "Yume-san, no disrespect or anything but love doesn't fix everything." Yume looked at the woman and glared. "Homura-san don't you believe in love, it's our fate as Sekirei to find our Ashikabi's, our most cherished person, and love them." Homura sighed before throwing her hands up.
"You know what I give up." Karasuba nodded at Homura. "Glad you can join the club of 'I give up trying to change Yume's view' club." Yume pouted at Karasuba. "Karasuba-Chan I know we can find your one true love, we just have to wait!" Karasuba smiled at her and patted her head. "I'm not sure if I should be grateful or annoyed but keep on trying and tell me when you find me my one true love and then we'll talk."
"All right that's enough for now," Miya spoke up and the rest of the table was silenced quickly in fear of the woman's wrath. "Now all of you get ready for bed tomorrow we train as a unit. We can't have ourselves getting rusty now can we. We may not have that many missions due to the war ending but that doesn't mean we are going to get out of shape." The Sekirei at the table nodded and prepared to get up.
"You guys hear about the new tournament happening in the city?" Uzume asked as they were about to leave, almost all the Sekirei paused before Kazehana sighed sadly. "Yeah we heard. It's so wrong though, I mean leaving an eight year old girl in the city and then having Sekirei trying to get to her and whosever Sekirei gets her gets to wing her." Uzume sighed and nodded.
"Yeah I feel the same but we aren't allowed to intervene, but she has the home court advantage with her powers creating that forest. Also did you hear about that scrapped number, poor thing, I feel sorry for her. She can't find her Ashikabi and now she's been thrown into the city until an Ashikabi decides he or she wants her or she's killed."
Yume sighed and looked down. "I hope she can find peace before her end but with how Scrapped numbers usually are I doubt she will and she's viewed as inferior by everyone so I doubt she'll be claimed the more likely thing to happen is she'll be killed by the elements, or worse." There was a sad moment of silence among the Sekirei before Matsu surprisingly broke it. "We can only hope that someone finds her, or a quick and painless death."
With that sad thought in their heads the Sekirei all left the dining room and to their separate rooms to sleep. Once Miya arrived in her room she sighed before undressing as she made her way to a body length mirror and stood in front of it dressed in only her undergarments. Her body was almost flawless with light pale skin that seemed to glow with the moonlight coming in from the window.
Her body had very faint scars on it but the only way to really know they were there was if you felt them, well all except one. The one you could obviously tell was there was a circular wound near her right shoulder and just above where her right lung was. The one wound that would always be with her was one of her greatest follies and her happiest moments. The folly was that she was shot and wounded by a human, in the war a few Sekirei had fallen but none as powerful as her. It was also her greatest moment because she had been reacting to the man she had chased and was sad by his apparent death but had pushed through it without much effort.
Imagine her surprise that while she and her comrades chatted, and she reminisced about killing the person she reacted to, a bullet had gone right through her shoulder with a splash of blood and bone. She had been spun around and from her position she saw him and her eyes had widened as she caught sight of his face, which none of them had seen before, and saw he was alive and she hadn't killed him.
She had saw the determination and defiance in his eyes as he glared at her as if mocking her with his continued existence as if shouting out he would never bend to her will, never would he bow before her kinds law and never would he allow himself to become nothing more than a tool. From that look on his face and in his eyes she had felt warmth spread through her body, as if her entire being had decided to prove him otherwise, to make him hers.
So from there she had thought about almost nothing but finding him again, she refused to believe a simple building collapsing could kill him nor did the others, the human was far too tenacious for that, and making him hers. So for the few months she had been ordered to rest she had prepared herself and her team to find the human and have him wing them before bring him back to the city, then she had received four new people to look after as well as a new Ashikabi and her single Sekirei, it had thrown a wrench into her plans but she found a way around it.
When Yukari would go to the city to tour the city with the newly arrived Sekirei Miya and her squad would take rotation in searching for the man and hopefully they would find him. It was a long shot she knew that but she would do anything to feel that heat inside her again and to see those defiant eyes looking into hers.
Now it was only a few days until they could go out and look for him and she was excited to say the least. Miya touched the scar and traced it lightly before dropping her hand and getting dressed for bed, she had to get ready to find that man and drag him back with her, after hitting him over the head a few times of course.
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