The Urahara Shop Computer
Disclaimer: Touhou Project and all its official characters, concepts, locations, etcetera is owned by ZUN. Bleach and all its official characters, concepts, locations, etcetera is owned by Tite Kubo. All known characters from The Familiar of Zero belong to Noboru Yamaguchi. World Wrestling Entertainment belongs to World Wrestling Entertainment. I do not own anything else considered cameo from anime, games, and etcetera. All I own are my original characters used in this story, and my original character Sekai Ishtal.
Author's Note: Various characters from Bleach, Touhou, Familiar of Zero, plus the real world with a dash of alternative universe. It was something that came to my mind lately, something completely random, and I just wished to get this little idea out of my mind.
Osaka, Japan. It was a beautiful place to live. For visitors from out of country, there are plenty of hot spots and tourist destinations to check out to make your travel experiences all the sweeter. The countryside around Osaka was equally beautiful. On the outskirts of Osaka, there resides a large residence. It was surrounded by Victorian-European iron fencing, a wrought manor gate at the front and tall green hedges. The large manor itself beyond the walls was a mixed architect of Japanese and late 18th century European. It was a very beautiful home. It held a beautiful garden and gazebo, a large tree in the front area, and an outdoor pool.
The family that lived here was a rich family that held some traditions of nobility. The family was known as the Scarlets, and the current generations that reside within the manor's long history were two girls. The eldest daughter of the late Lord Scarlet was Remilia Scarlet, age twenty. Her younger sister was Flandre Scarlet, age eighteen. Remilia was the current Lady of her family legacy, and Flandre as the second Lady of the family. Their allies were the Izayoi Family, with the current daughter, Sakuya Izayoi, age twenty five, faithfully serving the sisters.
Then we have others who lived and served the Scarlets: Meiling Hong (a martial artist; age twenty three), Patchouli Knowledge (the manor's librarian and close friend of the late Lord Scarlet, age thirty), a girl who rather be called Koakuma (Patchouli's friend/library assistant, age twenty eight), Siesta Tarbes (one of the trusted maids for Flandre, age twenty four), and Saito Hiraga (one of the trusted butlers for Flandre, age twenty). And then we have the current head butler of the Scarlet Family, a Japanese-born American who was well-known by his alternative name, Sekai Ishtal, age twenty seven, amongst the Japanese wrestling community. His real name shall remain anonymous, as he would rather go by his other name, Sekai Ishtal more whilst he'd lived in Japan for seven years.
Today was a beautiful and warm sunny day, and right now two guys were just exiting the supermarket of downtown Osaka.
"Well, we got everything Sakuya needed off the list," said Saito, pushing one shopping cart towards the SUV that Sekai owned. Saito had dark hair in a short hair style, blue eyes, and outside his uniform wore a white and blue-sleeved parka (unzipped), a black t-shirt under the coat, white jeans, and blue sneakers. Sekai never knew why Saito would wear such a coat in today's weather, but the parka hoodie had removable sleeves; in which for the summer months Saito would unzip the sleeves from his coat.
Following after the dark-haired young man was another dark-haired man who was older than the other guy, glancing at his Windows Phone to view the time for a moment. He was pushing the second shopping cart towards his owned personal vehicle. Sekai was older than Saito, with medium-long semi-unruly black hair and black eyes. Of course, one can say his hair was ahoge-styled. He wore camouflage gray and blue teal cargo shorts, white knee socks with black sneakers, and a layered black baggy tank top over a skinny dark green-shirt. There was some sort of short silver chain dangling from the left belt loop with the other end connected to a larger loop strap on the same side.
"A lot of items to restock on what we're low in." Grabbing the keys from his pocket, he presses a button on the starter device and electronically unlocks the doors. "Hey, Saito, have you and Siesta gone on your date yet?" the dark-haired man asks his younger guy friend.
And the young man would blush, hearing the name of the woman he was in love with. Sekai would smirk, seeing the boy's cheeks gain a red tint.
"Why does everybody keep asking me this? Why?"
Sekai laughs, putting the groceries into the back of the van. "Saito, dude, you really need to act on them emotions for Siesta. You two would be happy together."
Saito punches Sekai in the shoulder. Sekai had the decency to stop his teasing of the poor blushing lad. But he couldn't help but make a final comment.
"Sooner or later, I'm going to hear you moan Siesta's name when you no longer do a solo act in your bedroom."
"Shut up, Sekai!"
The last of the groceries put in the back of the ban and loaded into the back seats, Saito took the carts back to the store while he got in the driver's seat and turned the key in the ignition. Soon Saito joins in the front passenger seat and the car pulls out of the parking lot.
"Where are we going now, Sekai?"
"Urahara Shōten. Kisuke has my sweets order ready for pick-up."
Saito groaned. "Yoruichi is going to be there, yeah? She always flirts with me."
"That's because you can still pull off a shota-ish look, Saito," Sekai answers. "That and she believe you got a crush on her young student Suì-Fēng."
Suì-Fēng, a Chinese martial artist like Meiling. Saito and Suì-Fēng were both the same age, although while Saito was born in Japan, Suì-Fēng was Chinese.
"My life is not a manga, Sekai. There's no way in the world I could ever develop a harem of girls that all have feelings for me."
Sekai smirked. "You'll never know. Life can be very surprising at times."
Saito gives him a look. "Like I said, Sekai; my life is not a manga."
As Sekai drives, their next destination about ten minutes from the market was a popular location to visit every now and then, especially if you're a tourist from out of country. This location was the Urahara Shōten, and it was a popular sweets/bakery shop in Osaka. They were especially popular during certain holidays. The owner of the shop was a light blond-haired man named Kisuke Urahara. Though usually a laid-back, jovial, humble and eccentric man, always smiling and cherishes his friends and loved ones, he was rather cunning when the situation calls for it.
He is a tall, lean-built man with light skin and gray eyes. His hair is messy and light-blond (almost pale), with strands framing the sides of the face and hanging between his eyes, and he has chin stubble. He wears a dark coat, which sports a white diamond pattern along its bottom half, with a dark green shirt and pants underneath. He often carries a fan, which he occasionally uses to hide his face, one of his eccentrics.
He is well known by the nickname geta-bōshi by his friend Isshin's son Ichigo, due to the fact he usually wears traditional Japanese wooden sandals (geta) and a striped dark green and white bucket hat (which usually shadows his eyes). And the nickname has spread amongst most of his customers, close friends, and-
"Geta-bōshi! You in right now?"
There was Sekai's voice.
"Yoruichi, be a dear and finish this batch for me?"
From across the other side of the kitchen, a dark tanned woman with vibrant eyes smiled. "Sure thing, Kisuke."
Kisuke exits the kitchen and heads to the shop's front, where he spies Saito gazing at some of his home-made hard candies in a wicker basket.
"Sekai! How wonderful to see you again," exclaims Kisuke, his folding fan already drawn from his coat sleeve.
Sekai smiles back. "Saito, if you got the cash, get whatever you want."
"Oh I do," said Saito, not really paying attention. The lad has a bit of a sweet tooth…
"Yoruichi and I were finishing the last touches of the next batch of orders from other customers, Sekai."
"Busy as always when it doesn't have to involve the other things I typically get involved with my past seven years living here in Japan," comments Sekai.
Kisuke nods away. Certain "other things" would involve strange supernatural and often magical stuff revolving Kurohime, his signature sword he found six years ago from some old antique trinket shop in Tokyo before catching his train ride to Osaka after filling a few weeks wrestling for New Japan Pro Wrestling. The moment the boy discovered Kurohime from that shop that no longer existed (and Kisuke looked all over Tokyo for the shop that didn't exist), his life and everyone in his life got drawn towards the supernatural things that typically only happened in fiction, anime, video games, or Hollywood movies.
An hour later, Sakuya looks up and sees the van pull to the front door as the gates closed. She was a young woman with dark blue eyes, silver hair with a long braid on each side of her face with green bows at the ends, and wears a French-designed maid's headband on her head. She looked and dresses the part of a maid, clad in a dark blue French maid's outfit with long sleeves with the white boarded collars with single gold buttons, with the frills lining the sides of the top straps of the white apron worn to complete the look. She wears comfortable brown shoes and short socks, with long shear light gray pantyhose. Though it is hidden, she has straps under the skirt of the maid outfit with sheathed daggers.
"Sekai and Saito have returned, Ojou-sama," Sakuya tells the eldest daughter of the Scarlet Family.
"I hope Sekai wasn't mugged by people for his wrestling status," Remilia lightly stated.
Sakuya smiled hearing this. Who ever heard of a man training to become a professional wrestler whose primary job was serving as a butler for a rich Japanese family? And it's this same butler whom was given help by the late Lord Scarlet and in return vowed to become the next head butler for the family long after the late Lord Scarlet had passed away six years ago. Oh, and let's not forget that ever since Sekai acquired Kurohime, all of them got drawn into the secret world of supernatural demons and magical forces largely unknown by the world…
"Or somehow got attacked in broad daylight by some lowly demonic creature," Sakuya tells Remilia, exiting the living room to help carry in all the groceries to the manor's kitchen.
Remilia looks over to the fireplace where there mounted to the wall above the fireplace was an elegantly-made plaque where a certain mystical blade rested upon the hooks. Somehow, the lady of the manor didn't believe creatures of the night would emerge during the daylight.
"Lady Remilia, Lady Flandre, I've brought some snacks from Kisuke's shop!" Sekai's voice is heard loud from the front doors.
Remilia laughs softly to herself as her younger sister's face breaks into a beaming smile, and she rushes out of the living room. Remilia's other friends that remained in their seats was Reimu Hakurei, Alice Margatroid, Marisa Kirisame, and Sanae Kochiya. They had another guest who was a known friend of Sekai; her name was Riruka Dokugamine.
"Remilia, wasn't Sekai planning to go back to America to become a WWE Superstar?" Sanae questioned the purple-haired woman.
Yes, the Lady of the Scarlet Family did in fact have pale violet hair in a long length reaching to the waist. She had an unusual shade of ruby-colored eyes.
"Yeah. Kisuke's been working his video packages for WWE to review and such, even though I doubt they'll really use them and make their own vigilante-styled shots from scratch."
"Kisuke's working Sekai's intro videos, huh? They'll be stupid if they didn't' take advantage of the outside work," said Marisa, sipping her tea.
Remilia smirked. "I know. But… something tells me Sekai's going to attract a lot of interest from the Americans…"
=0=0=0=0=
As the match ended and the commentators discussed tonight's upcoming main event before going to commercial, backstage in the tech center there was a man who was inserting a video package that was sent to the WWE.
"So, any idea what video package this is for or who sent it to us?"
"Not sure, but the sender was from someone named Kisuke Urahara."
The first guy blinked. "That name sounds familiar… maybe from one of my son's cartoon shows…"
The second guy just continues setting up the video package for when the show returned from its scheduled commercial break.
"Twenty seconds left," another tech guy announced.
"Alright. So this video package… what's it about?"
"All I know is it's for some new guy joining the company from New Japan Pro-Wrestling," one of the other guys with a headset answered.
At the mark, the play button was pressed.
For all TV viewers, as Monday Night RAW returned from commercial, the new scene playing was a wide angle shot of a beautiful mansion. It was a bright sunny day, and the location of this amazing manor would look familiar for those who travel overseas to places like Japan.
The next scene displayed for every TV viewer and WWE fan in tonight's arena's Titan Tron was the tick-tock of a well-crafted Grandfather Clock in what appeared to be a main hallway. The minute hand clicked; both hands point to twelve. The clock chimes, signaling noon. A door next to the clock opens and out steps a man wearing a butler uniform, with unruly dark hair and dark-colored eyes. Said eyes gaze to the clock, before he walks down the hallway and heads up the staircase.
The next camera shot is someone's bedroom. The theme was Victorian European, and it had a feminine taste to the room's designs. A sharp rapping of knuckles upon the door roused someone from the bed covers, as a woman's head pokes out, long tresses of pale violet hair draping down her shoulders. She yawns, as a male's voice drifts through the door.
"Lady Remilia? I believe you've gotten enough sleep, even if it's a Saturday. Time to wake up…"
Another yawn escape's the young woman as she rubs the sleep from her eyes. She's wearing a satin nightgown, light pink in color. The door opens and in steps the same butler-dressed man from the earlier scene. He has a soft smile on his face as the woman identified as Remilia climbs out of bed, and steps behind a privacy wall. The butler takes out some clothes, hands them over while the camera view was fixed in position, and then an obscure privacy shot from the outside as the butler opens up the window after pulling the curtains away. Those watching this video package can't see the young woman getting dressed; the curtains from the window also conveniently blocks view of the privacy screen.
All they see is the smiling face of the butler.
"Lady Remilia, it is such a beautiful day, and you're sleeping it away."
And the young woman off-camera responds with, "I know, Sekai. But I didn't believe it would be noon already."
A soft chuckle left the man's lips; who was now identified as Sekai.
"Obviously you were up all night on the computer. What was it again, dear? Touhou no Meikyuu: Gensōkyō to Tennuki no Daiju?"
"It's an amazing RPG, Sekai," she replies, as the camera changes angles back to an in-room view.
This time, the violet-haired woman steps away from the privacy screen, clad in a knee-high pinkish red dress with short cut-off sleeves that were puffy and round around the shoulder area with white frills lining the hem of the dress and sleeves. It bloomed out from around the waist area, but it appeared to be a bit form-fitting around the upper torso area. A necklace with an intricate design hung from a sterling silver chain. Her has been combed and fixed up, pulled into a ponytail from behind with a blood red and pink scrunchie. Even without any make-up, she had natural beauty to her attire. She wears thigh-high white satin socks and indoor red shoes don her feet.
"I know Lady Flandre is already awake and is on an anime binge right now. The last I checked on her after preparing her breakfast, she's watching the complete series of Black Lagoon."
"That anime series is too violent," Remilia tells Sekai, as she leaves her bedroom. Sekai was following behind her, having shut the door behind him.
"And yet sometimes you can act like "Two-Hands" Revy herself," Sekai stated with an obvious smirk plastered on his face.
"Bite me," says Remilia.
Sekai's smirk widened a bit. "Maybe later, dear…"
She scoffs, holding back her laugh, although her eyes shone with mirth. "So, Sekai, how are things with your interviews?"
And here, the hint of happiness emerges forth.
"Well, milady, from the way things are going right now, the corporate suits from World Wrestling Entertainment are looking in-depth to my wrestling skills. In about three days I'll be taking a short leave of absence to head to the States."
"Not exactly a no, huh?" she asks.
"I show some promise, despite the fact my other job is serving a rich Japanese family. Then again, being a Japanese-born American…"
He didn't finish the sentence, as another set of footfalls click on the tiled floor of the first floor hallway the couple enters after descending the stairwell. In walks a maid with silver hair.
"Ah, I see Ojou-sama is finally awake," said the maid.
"Yup. Hope the tea is ready, Sakuya."
The maid identified as Sakuya smiles and nods. "Of course. I'm not much of a slacker like you are sometimes. Not to mention I'll be shifting some of your duties around once WWE either takes you into their roster or deny you a job. Personally, I do hope you achieve your dream of wrestling for the WWE."
"Sakuya, do we still have more of those macarons from the Urahara Shōten?"
"Of course, Ojou-sama."
Remilia smiles brightly at this.
Sekai stops walking as Sakuya continues talking with Remilia, as the two ladies soon cross through one of the doors. Sekai was left all alone in the first floor hallway, as the camera angles an up-close of him, a hand lifting up to his chest and clenching tightly around a pendant that he wore.
When the hand releases hold of the pendant, it is shown to be designed after the old WWE insignia pre WWE Network. A fade shot reveals Sekai's face up-close, determination etched in his eyes.
"And soon, I will become the next WWE World Heavyweight Champion…"
"Sekai?"
Camera changes to behind Sekai, and Remilia sticking her head from a nearby open arch.
"Sorry milady… just thinking about my future, is all."
A warm smile graces Remilia's face.
"I am sure you'll become successful in your career as a professional wrestler, Sekai. Now, come join us for tea."
"Of course, Lady Remilia," Sekai answers, a smile of his own now washing away his worries and fears, as he joins his Ladies in the living room.
The final camera shot is back to outside, revealing the manor of which this video package opened up with.
The video package fades to black, before all audience viewers of Monday Night RAW are reintroduced to the three star commentators at ringside, along with a guest who was the current United States Champion.
"What was that we watched?" was the spoken question by Michael Cole.
=0=0=0=0=
So the video packages for an upcoming new WWE Superstar aired on American television for the past couple of weeks. Fans that love to speculate enjoyed sharing theories as to who this person was in correspondence with WWE. There were plenty of theories flying out there from simple to wacky, and only few truths if you dug around.
Returning from their scheduled commercial break, a cityscape view of Osaka is displayed. Judging by the sunlight, it appeared this video was shot sometime around five o'clock or so. The sun was starting to set. The next camera shot is a hand knocking on the front door of a shop that was apparently closed early. Next camera shots was first of a view of a security camera mounted on the shop, it's small disclosed camera within a disguised lamp shifting to get a look at who was knocking on the door. The following scene was of the security cam's point of view, capturing the butler known lately among the wrestling scene as Sekai Ishtal.
And Sekai was looking at the disguised security camera, both hands in the air, middle fingers extended. However, there was a girl his age standing beside him with magenta/pink hair done up in pigtails wearing a black and white Gothic Lolita-styled dress at knee-length, black thigh-highs and knee-high white boots.
"Screw you, Kisuke! Ya gonna let me in or not?" Sekai casually states, as if this was normal for him to flip the bird at a bakery shop's security camera.
"Gimmie a minute," replied a man.
A buzz is heard, and Sekai invites themselves into the shop. Displayed on the shop's banner above read the name: Urahara Shōten. Of course the banner was sculpted in kanji, and for the television viewers, English subtitles was displayed on the bottom of the screen briefly. Sekai and Riruka crosses behind the counter and into the hallway, where Kisuke is seen smiling, wearing his favorite bucket hat that was white and green-striped. The pale blond-haired man chuckles at Sekai as he gets a punch to the arm in greeting.
"I guess a hug's out of the question from you and Riruka?"
"Rockstar's going to complain once they realized Sekai had just pulled off a parody from GTA 5," Riruka Dokugamine tells the shop owner.
Sekai and Riruka follow Kisuke up some stairs and to the apartment above the store. In the living room was a buxom dark plum-haired woman with exotic dark skin tone, clad in white sweat pants and a black tank top. She gives a wave in greeting, sprawled lazily on the couch.
"The Life Invader Office mission?" Kisuke referenced as he disappears through a nearby open doorway. "Yeah, it just occurred to me."
"I was tempted to use explicit words, but we're shooting a video package right now for WWE which they're airing as we speak, so…"
"Sekai, it's not polite to break the fourth wall," said the dark-skinned woman, as she fiddles with the TV remote and surfing through channels to find something good to watch.
"Who's going to complain about this moment, Yoruichi?" Sekai asks the woman.
"The suits who work WWE's Talent/Relations Offices?" was Yoruichi's snarky response.
Sekai plops down in one of the other couches next to the three-seat couch Yoruichi was being lazy in. "Send me an e-mail," he said, a smirk forming. Riruka sits down on the couch Yoruichi was laying down in, after moving her feet so she could sit properly.
"Alright, enough fourth wall breaking," Kisuke interrupts, re-entering from the adjoined kitchen area with some drinks and likely leftover cookies baked from a day or so ago.
Snatching up some cookies from a plate, Sekai eagerly devours the deliciousness.
"And the white chocolate macadamia nut cookies are the first to disappear. Sekai sure loves them," Yoruichi said with a smirk, stealing the last one, leaving behind some strawberry and chocolate-flavored cookies. The strawberry cookies were collected by Riruka.
"Well they ARE delicious. If only Kisuke would give me the recipe."
"And I'll keep refusing you, Sekai."
Mouth clear of cookie goodness, Sekai takes a big gulp of his offered drink. Setting the cup down, the off-duty butler looks across the coffee table to Kisuke sitting across from him.
"So, Kisuke, you have the information I was looking for, do you?"
"Of course, Sekai." Withdrawing from one of his pockets of his indoor coat he likes to wear, he takes out a clear purple jewel case containing a CD inside. He slides the item across the table and Sekai accepts it. "I was a bit surprised at first, Sekai, when you asked me for this favor. But I found all I could in regards to The Beast."
"I know it was an odd request, but just watching his matches on the WWE Network for study doesn't help much."
Sekai pockets the item. As the camera shot returned to over Sekai's shoulder facing Kisuke, Yoruichi was seen holding up in view of the camera a white cardboard paper with the price of $9.99 written in bold-printed black. The viewers can't see it, but as part of her face was hidden behind the sign displaying how much the WWE Network costs in U.S. Dollars, she was smiling.
"I know, but I do have to express some detail of worry for you, Sekai. After all, with your skills in the martial arts, thanks in training from Yoruichi, Suì-Fēng, and Meiling, you can withstand some of his more brutal methods of unarmed MMA combat."
And Sekai's face is seen as serious.
"One mistake, and you're screwed, Sekai," Riruka tells her friend, giving him a hard look.
"I know. In unarmed combat, he has the better odds of killing me unintentionally when he tanks most of my devastating attacks. But…" Reaching for his drink, he pauses to drain the rest of the contents. Setting it back down on the table, "In the end, who else but I have the power to kill The Beast? John Cena twice tried to and failed. Seth Rollins tried to take advantage but failed in the end to make a successful cash-in. He's not even human these days. He's a true monster."
A real close-up view of Sekai's mouth as he flashes a wicked grin. His canines have a sharpened appearance as he spoke. "And only one experienced in slaying monsters can fight a monster, Kisuke Urahara." Undisturbed looks from both Kisuke and Yoruichi (who no longer is holding the $9.99 sign) stare at their house guest. Riruka says nothing, continuing to stare at her friend who was quiet serious in starting trouble with a freak of an athlete. Despite the tense silence in the room, the only ambient sound came from the forgotten TV. Sekai's eyes were shut, his dark smile still permeating his face. "Such a shame though I won't be able to bring Kurohime with me to the United States without getting hassled by the government and the military summoned by the airport that bitches about a sword in my luggage…"
"Well, Sekai, I may be able to help you with that, but you'll have to do me a favor," Kisuke says to the butler of the Scarlet Manor.
Opening his eyes, he looks to his friend of seven years. "Oh? And what's that, Kisuke?"
Here, Kisuke snaps open his favorite paper fan, and he holds it up blocking the lower half of his face. His hat seemed to cast a shadow over his eyes as he stares right at Sekai's own eyes.
"Get me a personal signed autograph from The Undertaker, and we can talk business regarding Kurohime's safe travel to the States."
The last scene of this video package was of Sekai AND Riruka giving Kisuke a quizzical look.
=0=0=0=0=
The month of October… and guests were here.
Triple H and Stephanie McMahon stared at the admittedly regal young lady sitting in the office chair behind the largely unused desk of the GM Office. The woman with pale violet hair in long silky tresses that flowed down her back, clad in an elegant red dress of Victorian-Gothic appeal, a broach hanging from a silver chain necklace worn around the neck, and the fact she held red eyes, in which they seem to pierce your soul. And at the mysterious woman's side was a gentlemen dressed up like a regal butler. He appeared to be older than the young lady sitting in their office, having trespassed backstage somehow, and not taken out by security the moment they breeched the no-zone for those attending as the show's audience this live televised Monday Night RAW night. The man's coat of his uniform rested on the back of the office chair, and he stood on her left side, diligent and poised for action of the need arise.
In all honesty, this was not part of tonight's program, as Triple H's wife (on camera and in the real world) opened her mouth to speak, but the young lady who looked no older than twenty spoke first.
"I do apologize for our interruption, Mrs. McMahon," the young lady said. Her voice sounded melodious, and yet there was an underlined veil of power behind her soft-spoken words. "But if you had received that e-mail from WWE HQ, you and your husband would have learned tonight was going to be special… and not because of Satan's Structure that hangs above the ring."
"What my Lady Remilia is referring to is my debut as your newest wrestling employee, sir and madam," the butler-dressed man spoke up, offering a soft apologetic smile.
His eyes told the Chief Operation Officer of WWE and Vice-Principle Owner of WWE another saying: improvise this unseen moment.
Quick on the silent gesture, Triple H cleared his throat briefly. "I see. Well, I guess I have been busy today so I haven't had the chance to view my inbox."
"It is no trouble, Triple H, sir. I do wholly understand how life sometimes grabs you by the throat and wishes to strangle you with the weariness of the burdens the world at large wants to hit you with," said the unnamed butler, referencing how life at large will always come with surprises, and how well you handle them.
"And where are my manners," said the girl, smiling as she stood up from the seat and walks around the desk. She holds a hand out to Stephanie. "My name is Remilia Scarlet, Heir of the Scarlet Bloodline, and current Lady of the House of Scarlet. This charming gentleman with me is my Head Butler, Sekai Ishtal. But for purpose as your newest WWE Superstar, you may refer to him by his real name, David."
The identified butler held his hand out to Triple H, in which the couple indeed shook hands with their impromptu guests.
"Well, next time, we should indeed check for important e-mail," this sentence was more directed to her husband Triple H, "and on behalf of the WWE, I would like to welcome you to our family."
"The pleasure is all ours, Lady Stephanie," said Sekai, his mannerism of being a butler pitching in his thank you for the power couple known (on-camera) as The Authority. "I am sure the WWE Universe watching right now are wondering who exactly I am, while only a majority few know of my origins."
"Now, now, Sekai-kun, no breaking the fourth wall," Remilia chided her butler.
He gives Remilia in return a heart-warming smile. "Now where would the fun be if I didn't do some silly things once and awhile?"
Remilia scoffs, a smile of her own crossing her lips as she turns to face her butler.
"Likely elsewhere that is not the WWE, Sekai," she answers.
Sekai's teeth are briefly flashes as his smile widened. "Now, Remilia-sama," he says her name and the suffix with adoration and seductiveness, "I've done all I ever could in Shin Nihon Puroresu (New Japan Pro-Wrestling), and it has always been my dream to prove my worth in the WWE. To carve my place in their history as the greatest wrestler of my generation… all you need to do… is command me."
Remilia's kind smile was replaced with one of power. Sekai kneeled before Remilia, fully the servant to the one in power, in control of him through love and adoration.
"And so you shall go forth, Sekai Ishtal, to prove those the might of the Scarlets, without hesitation you shall continue to carve your might through opponents that stand in your way, give aid to future allies, and take what is rightfully yours!" Her voice was loud, clear, and full of strength that even the camera guy in the office backed up, unknowingly giving those watching on TVs world-wide and in the arena tonight a dramatic camera shot. "To protect and serve, that is your duty, Sekai Ishtal! Your duties shall never change, even as we become separate by the ocean itself!"
She rests a hand upon his bowed head.
"I have heard of your dreams of demolishing a certain monster that killed The Streak," Remilia says, her power tone softening, "to do what John Cena failed to do, twice: Kill the Beast."
Neither knew how truly silent the Arena was, the live audience quiet as they witness this display of power and emotion. That hand is removed, only to trail alongside his face. And the fingers then dip under his chin, and his head is tilted upwards. Sekai opens his eyes, and stares toward his master, his lady who he shall serve till the end of time.
"Go, Sekai Ishtal, and kill the Beast. Become a champion in both name and prestige."
"As my mistress commands, so shall it be done," was the smooth answer. Sekai swiftly ascends to his feet and without another glance, exits from the office, leaving a smiling Remilia Scarlet along with The Authority, the couple inheritably stunned by the display of dramatics.
"And now, we wait for the chaos to emerge," Remilia states, an air of mysteriousness to her words. The smile she gave was anything but kind.
The fans of their beloved sport would learn on this night they were witness to something new in the world of professional wrestling. Those who have been in the game of professional wrestling young and old would discover something different with the butler who is a professional wrestler. And they will feel the effects of change that he and by extension the Scarlet Family would wrought throughout the WWE for the next four and a half decades.
But that is not until far along the later years.
The aftermath was Paul Heyman would take offense to what he had witnessed, and always the improve specialist that he was, would in-character address the issue, until Sekai made mention and without remorse said aloud for all to hear that the reason Brock Lesnar was always "away" is because he was a certifiable pussy. The fallout from this very bold and brazen declaration was Lesnar having been there that very same night, would react in rage, but instead of the new guy getting beat after the Beast charged the ring, Lesnar would be sent retreating away after a beat down, feeding the rampant fans action, drama, suspense, as well as detailing a portion of the show because all of this was largely unplanned and completely improvised by all working for WWE.
Tonight, the English-speaking (American) WWE Universe will soon learn why he was once given the nickname the Scarlet Guard Dog back in NJPW, and how the Japanese wrestling fans made that nickname infamous for the Japanese-American butler.
As Remilia stated minutes ago, we await for the chaos to emerge…
Real world plus anime characters in real-world settings, and we get this odd oneshot detail. This may or may not be canon to another story plot idea involving several Touhou and Bleach characters…