This was edited on December 28th, 2021. Edits include rephrasing, minor spelling corrections, minor timeline correction, and testing to see if a format will work.
-Yprescot
The Rising Light: Chapter One
A cold breeze blew through the streets of Shinto Teito acting as the last remnants of a winter that desperately tried to cling on to the present. Closing his jacket around him, Luke Skywalker continued on his journey down the bustling road as he clenched the bag of groceries in his hand tighter. Events were in motion, that much he could tell. In the near eighteen years he had lived on Earth, he had never felt the Force twisting itself as it did now.
His feet came to a stop in front of a building as he closed his eyes and took a breath. He could feel it everywhere. Knots were forming across the city and on various people. Some were thicker than others, but each knot had the power to shape the destiny of this city. He had felt the others there too.
As time had gone on he had learned their species name and had grown accustomed to their connections to the Force. Though that had likely more to do with him having been raised around them since he had been born. Still, the connections had always interested him. Each one filled with a mix of focus and intimacy.
Compared to him, they were limited, trapped within their particular skill set and locked in there. Despite this shortcoming, they were adept within their field and would likely have been a challenge for any Force user. That was the problem, however, each of them had a skill that they were trapped in, while he could technically follow any path.
Letting out the breath in his chest, Luke felt himself sink out of the Force and once again merge into his body. Then he felt it. An impact before it happened. He felt the weight of the person and the direction it had come from a second before he had heard the scream. Dropping the bag of groceries, he moved his body to the side out of the way and then stuck out his arms.
Then he heard it. A feminine voice warning him to move. Bracing himself, the weight slammed into him, forcing him to his knees. A quick jerk had him standing back up, then he felt it again. The Force reaching out to him. Electricity. Sharp. Painful. Forward. Dodge backwards. Now.
The impulse sent him moving back with the girl in his arms and a second later a burst of lightning slammed into the spot where he had been. Glancing up, Luke could see two figures dressed in leather looking down at them. Pursing his lip, as he surveyed the situation he was in. A girl taking up both his arms, two others that were obviously hostile, and nothing to defend himself with.
If he could set the girl down, he would probably be able to fight the two girls on the roof, but he doubted he'd have the chance to do so. He was certain that all three were Sekirei. They were close enough to humans appearance-wise, but within the Force each of the girls had a specific feeling to them. He could feel a hint of ozone coming from the two girls on the roof, while the one in his arms had a feeling of pressure and a more subtle glow underneath. Odd, but a problem for later.
"Give her to us and you can go!"
The shout drew his attention back to the girls on the roof as he considered his options. The conflict could be avoided, he was certain about that, but the problem became what he would do to avoid said problem. Luke knew he could run back to his house fairly easily if it came down to it, but he would have to account for the additional weight of the girl in his arms. He could likely use quick push to knock the girls back and run away after that. The problem with that again came down to the weight in his arms.
Unless, he convinced them to leave. A simple mind trick should be enough to at least distract them long enough before they notice what had happened, offering him enough time to leave and get back home. Nodding to himself, Luke let out a breath, calming his body and mind.
"Well?"
Putting a confident smile on his face, Luke looked up at them. "I'm sorry, but this isn't the girl that you're looking for."
A look of confusion passed across their faces as they watched him, and then slowly it dawned into realization as they looked at each other. "Come on, Hikari, let's get out of here."
Watching them jump off onto another building, Luke sighed and put the girl down on the ground with a smile on his lips.
"How did you do that," asked the girl with stars in her eyes.
"An old family trick, now come on. I know a place where you can rest and get something to eat."
"Ah, thank you," the girl said, smiling as she grabbed his arm. "My name's Musubi, what's yours."
"My name is Luke."
Musubi watched the man in the grey jacket in awe as he led them away from the alley where he had convinced the other two Sekirei that had been chasing her to leave her alone. With a smile on her face she followed him as they went through alley after alley and street after street. She was confused when she saw him stop a few times to close his eyes and breathe whenever they would leave an alley or street. Then he would open his eyes and with a smile that made her heart beat, he would lead her down whichever path he chose.
Eventually they reached a small building on the northern side of Shinto Teito. Covering the perimeter was a wooden fence that looped around hiding the backyard from view. A simple two-storied building, Musubi noticed a small light in one of the windows on the second floor that quickly moved out of view. She watched as Luke confidently crossed the street towards the fence gate as she followed behind him.
"Um, Luke-san where are we?"
"Ah," he said with a small grin. "This is my home. I can help you get something to eat if you're hungry, then send you on your way."
Those words hurt her, she had a guess why but she didn't want to act on it, not yet. Still, she would be disappointed if Luke wasn't her Ashikabi. Lost in thought, she didn't hear the door slide open and a young looking woman with lavender hair stepped out. Hearing a laugh she focused back on the scene in front of her and watched as Luke laughed with the woman.
"Should I be surprised you've brought another young girl home?"
"Ah it's not quite what you think," Luke muttered scratching the back of his head. "I just ended up saving her from some people chasing her."
"Oh, really?"
"Yeah, I offered her some food before she heads back out again."
"Then I shouldn't have to worry about my son bringing random women home yet?"
Musubi blushed at the line before her mind caught up with the word that the woman had spoken. Son. Her eyes darted between the two trying to pick out similarities between the dark-blonde haired man and lavender haired woman.
"No, not yet," she heard Luke say with a smile.
"Well, why haven't you introduced me to her yet?"
"Ah, sorry," she said bowing before the woman. "My name's Musubi."
"I'm Asama Miya, and I'm the landlady here at Izumo Inn."
Luke smiled at the woman that had raised him, as she introduced herself to Musubi. He could feel the slight tension in the air between the two as his mother looked at the Sekirei he had brought with him. Looking at Musubi, he coughed in his hand, breaking the tension.
"Let's offer her something to eat at least, before you start interrogating her," he said halfheartedly.
"Fine," Miya replied with a teasing glare.
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to drop these off," he gestured to the bag in his hands. "And check on something in my room."
With that, Luke retreated into the building moving towards the kitchen. Sitting the bag on the table, he turned around and began walking to the stairs leading up to the second floor. As his foot touched the first step, he closed his eyes and felt himself open up.
There were three other beings in the house. He could feel the specific presences each one had that distinguished them from the other humans of this world, even himself and Obi-Wan. He could feel Miya and Musubi at the door about to walk in and above him he could feel the slight metal and electric feel of Matsu locked inside her room.
Opening his eyes back up, he climbed the stairs and turned down the hallway that led to his room. He could feel the low glow of the sun warming the hallway as its waning light gleamed through the windows. Turning at the door to his room, Luke grabbed the handle and pulled it down.
His room was different from the rest of the house, rather than the sliding doors that were customary in most houses here in Japan, his fell more in line with what they called "Western" designs. Years ago, Obi-Wan had convinced his mother to let him adjust the room to something that would take more effort to open than just sliding a door.
On the right, a bookshelf lined the wall, with each shelf containing a multitude of items. A few scattered books were layered on the first shelf, while a set of tools covered the second. The third shelf, and the highest, carried what looked like a cylinder on a pedestal and a blue cube.
To his left, sat a domed cylinder that went up to Luke's waist. As soon as his foot entered the room, he heard a happy whirl and beep as it rolled over to greet him. Chuckling, Luke put his hand on Artoo's head and rubbed it.
"It's good to see you again too buddy."
In response he got a happy beep with a questioning one that followed quickly after.
"No, there's a new person that will be here for a bit."
A disappointed beep emanated from the droid before Luke held up his hands.
"Don't worry, I can't give you a bath tonight, but I will in the morning alright?"
A quick beep of acceptance and Luke began to move towards the bed on the far side of the room. Keeping in tradition with his room remaining different from the rest of the house, he had an actual bed instead of a futon. According to Obi-Wan, he had wanted the room to be somewhat similar to what rooms were like at the Temple, before it fell.
His grin fell as he thought about that. He had often wondered what it would have been like to live at the Temple and see the Jedi at the height of their power. Or more specifically, actually being able to meet his father.
For years he had often wondered what it would be like to talk to him, if he would have been proud of him for following in his footsteps, but he would never have that chance. Obi-Wan had told him years ago that his father, Anakin Skywalker, had died defending him and his birth mother from Darth Vader as the Republic fell. His eyes fell to the small disc next to his father's lightsaber.
On his seventh birthday, he received a small holo from Obi-Wan after he had told him what had happened to his birth parents. If he pressed the small button he would see a picture of Anakin and Padmé from their wedding at the start of the Clone Wars. Apparently, Obi-Wan had gotten the picture from Artoo's memory banks when he was looking at the files the little droid had stored over the years.
Ever since he had learned that, Luke had watched dozens of videos from Artoo's memory. From the day that Anakin and the droid had first met to even the last days of the Clone Wars as they flew through the hellish war above Coruscant. Each one gave him an idea of the man his father was. The man that had been murdered by Vader.
He would always love Miya, she was his mother in everything but blood, but he would always wonder what his life would have been like if Vader had never killed his parents. Even if Anakin and Padmé were gone, he still had the woman that had raised him.
He owed everything to his mother, she had no reason to take him in and yet she did, despite having no real clue what to do. Obi-Wan had tried to offer some advice from what he remembered of how younglings were treated at the Temple, but she would often just glare at him before doing her own thing.
His mother and his master had an odd relationship to say the least. Obi-Wan had done his best to be the closest thing to an uncle that Luke would actually have, but he would often leave for months at a time due to the training that he had been performing since they arrived. At times he wondered what his master could be training to understand, but Obi-Wan had often returned exhausted and so Luke had never really dwelled on it.
Miya had been the best mother she could be, despite being an alien widow raising an infant that had the whole galaxy against it, on a backwater world. She had taught him how to walk and even to speak in both Basic and Japanese, though he rarely used the former outside of when he was with Obi-Wan.
Both his master and his mother had taught him how to fight, but he often preferred the more natural flowing of lightsaber combat when compared to using a katana. The katana was useful for understanding the more basic forms, yet to him it always felt static and cold compared to when he used his father's lightsaber. Despite all of this he had always preferred meditation to fighting.
Whenever he would meditate, he could feel himself submerging into the currents of the Force as it flowed across the galaxy. Obi-Wan had always warned him of not focusing on the greater galaxy in case they were noticed, and so Luke had contented himself on learning the presences that lingered on Earth. The first time he had done this with Obi-Wan, his master had been shocked at how dim the signatures of the humans here were compared to the rest of the galaxy. Every once in a while though, a stronger signature would appear. They were never strong enough to use their gifts, but he had always wondered what had happened here to cut off the humans on Earth almost entirely from the Force.
These were the thoughts that crossed his mind as he sat on the floor of his room and began to slow his breathing. Closing his eyes, he reached out first across his room, feeling everything within it. Slight outlines came into his mind, small and electric, long and metallic, and finally his mind focused on the holocron and his father's lightsaber. He could feel the soft glow coming from the holocron and the warm glow of the lightsaber's kyber crystal.
Reaching out of his room, Luke could feel Matsu in her room, the slight electric feeling of the monitors surrounding her. His senses stretched to the stairs as he mentally walked down them. Coming to the bottom, he felt the familiar and strong signature of his mother and the weaker, unfamiliar one of Musubi.
Musubi devoured everything the landlady had given her to eat. For the past several days, she had been running around Shinto Teito, avoiding other Sekirei and trying to find her Ashikabi. Somewhere along the line, she had lost her MBI card and had been running off of adrenaline since. As she ate another bowl of rice, she wondered where Luke had gone.
Since he had disappeared somewhere inside the building an hour ago, she had felt empty. There had been a connection there, she knew it. The longer she stayed in the building the more she became certain that Luke was her Ashikabi. She felt the need to be near him, but had no clue where he was.
Staring into the empty bowl in front of her she never noticed the strange feeling that covered the kitchen. She hadn't noticed Miya's small smile as the presence moved over to the landlady's side, nor did she notice its curious approach. Then she felt it, a small tug on her heart, as if a taut string was pushed down and released immediately after.
Her cheeks grew to a warm red as her heart began to pound in her chest. As her breathing increased, she felt a wave of confusion as the room changed back to how it was before the presence arrived. Above them, a loud thump boomed on the ceiling as Musubi tried to make sense of the foreign emotions touching her mind. Awe. Confusion.
Luke clutched his chest as he tried to normalize his breathing. Staring down at the wooden floorboards his mind raced as he made sense of what he just experienced. A bond. One of the ones common to the Sekirei was forming between Musubi and himself.
He went downstairs into the kitchen to better understand Musubi's presence in the Force and then he saw it. A tiny thread linking the two of them together. Different from familial bonds that he and Miya shared or the one of teacher and student that he and Obi-Wan had. This was far more intimate. Out of curiosity he had touched the thread and had felt as if all of his hormones were running wild.
Blinking his eyes in an attempt to clear his vision, his arms shakily pushed him up into a sitting position as he looked at the door. He'd need to confront this, but the question was how. He had no clue what to do in this situation, his entire face felt like it was burning up and he could feel sweat beading along his forehead.
Wiping the sweat off onto his sleeve, Luke pushed himself up and decided that what he needed was a glass of water. Taking a shaky step up, he felt his body shiver under him as the after effects ran through him. He gulped down saliva, moistening his throat, stabilized his breathing as best he could, and with a deep breath he moved towards the door.
Every step he took helped bring his mind back into focus and, by the time he'd reached the bottom of the stairs, the blush that had been on his face had disappeared, though he still looked pale. Turning into the hallway that led to the kitchen, he vaguely heard the sound of his boots tapping on the floorboards. He had forgotten to take them off in his rush to get to his room and avoid the attention he had been receiving.
Now as he moved to the kitchen, he could hear the slight sounds of dishes and muffled voices. With each step he felt his heart racing as he fought down the urge to run from the foreign feeling. Focus. Water first, and then deal with everything else. A deep breath and his boots crossed the threshold as he entered the kitchen.
Musubi perked up as she heard the tap of shoes echoing on wood. It was a light creaking from above her, yet she could somehow make the sounds out clearly. Her mind could trace the path the person above her was taking despite her having never been on the second floor of the building. She felt her chest beat heavily as the creaking turned and started to grow louder. Stairs, she thought, the person was coming down the stairs she had seen earlier.
Every part of her body was screaming that the person approaching was her Ashikabi while a small part of her mind created a perfect image of the person. It was a fleeting image, and yet Musubi could instantly make out the person within it. Luke. He was her Ashikabi, she was certain of that now.
As the footsteps approached the kitchen, she felt her muscles tense as she began standing up. There was something that pulled her to him as the seconds felt like they lasted an eternity. Her mind grew hazy as a single thought flashed over and over with each step she took. She had to wing him. She needed to wing him.
A foot crossed into the kitchen and Musubi felt the tension release as she thrust her body forward and landed on Luke. Grabbing his shirt, she shoved her lips onto his as a surge of power coursed through her body. Energy whipped around them like a controlled hurricane as Musubi realized she could feel everything around her.
The slight groans of the floorboards, the rustling of her skirt, and even the metal of the stove. She felt as if her punches could shatter mountains, and yet there was something else. Some part of her moved freely as if whatever had previously shackled it had been destroyed. Her mind started tracing it, unconsciously at first but then she noticed it. Luke was the same, but stronger.
It coalesced within her and then she felt it. Like a lightning bolt it spread out connecting the two of them. They were being bound together and connected. Emotions formed in her mind of confusion and amazement, but she ignored it in favor of the one that had been on the forefront of every thought she had since the day that Yume had saved her. Love
Musubi barely noticed her wings of light as they furled into her back, nor did she notice the twitching eyebrow of the Landlady behind her. In that moment all she noticed was the person she was hanging onto as she broke their kiss with a smile. "I finally found you, Ashikabi-sama."
Author's Note:
So, here's Chapter One done, it should be obvious that timelines are no longer the same and to help with this issue and make things clearer, I will be including a singular timeline at the end of each Chapter. All these timeline changes were made for the sake of the story so that both series could line up and fit within my plans. Speaking of my plans, I have five arcs, four interludes, and an epilogue planned. Each of these will act to push the story forward with the arcs being the main chunk of story, the interludes building the universe, and the epilogue tying up the story.
For the characters, the main character will be Luke. This is something I wanted to do since I came up with the concept, but just because Luke will be the main character does not mean that I have forgotten Minato, who will appear later. As for the Sekirei, Minato's flock will remain relatively unchanged outside of Musubi being with Luke now. Luke will have one other Sekirei joining his flock in a later arc, but I will not say the reason why I chose her just yet.
Luke will be far stronger than he was in both Legends and Canon by this point. This is due to Obi-Wan and Miya having taught him to use the Force since he was practically an infant. To work with this, I have plans so this will not just be a generic "super op" story. Luke's skills and ideals will be challenged throughout this as he comes into his role as a Jedi.
This is the end of this Chapter's Author Notes, but I plan on adding more as more is revealed. Now as a final note, the Timeline will run on an BRR/ARR dating scale based off the Ruusan Reformations rather than the usual BBY/ABY dating scale.
Timeline:
0 ARR/1021
New Sith Wars end after Seventh Battle of Ruusan
Ruusan Reformations occur
943 ARR/1964
Obi-Wan Kenobi is born
949 ARR/1970
Minaka Hiroto is born
950 ARR/1971
Sahashi Takami is born
954 ARR/1975
Padmé Amidalla is born
956 ARR/1977
Asama Takehito is born
959 ARR/1980
Anakin Skywalker is born
974 ARR/1995
Minaka Hiroto and Sahashi Takami discover Kamikura Island and the Sekirei
975 ARR/1996
Miya is woken up
978 ARR/1999
The Clone Wars begin
Anakin Skywalker marries Padmé Amidalla
979 ARR/2000
Asama Takehito marries Asama Miya
980 ARR/2001
Sahashi Minato is born
981 ARR/2002
Asama Takehito is considered dead
The Battle of Coruscant occurs
Count Dooku is killed by Anakin Skywalker
General Grievous is killed by Obi-Wan Kenobi
Palpatine is revealed as Darth Sidious
Anakin Skywalker becomes Darth Vader
Order 66 occurs
The Empire replaces the Republic
The Clone Wars end
Luke and Leia are born
Padmé Amidalla dies
Leia is adopted by Breha and Bail Organa
Obi-Wan goes to Earth with Luke
Luke is adopted by Asama Miya
Sahashi Yukari is born
999 ARR/2020
Sekirei Plan officially begins
Luke wings No. 88 Musubi