Unfamiliar Feelings

Chapter 2: Ryozanpaku

Thanks to those who read the last chapter! As you know, I do not own Kenichi the Mightest Disciple, only my OC

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Akiyama," The doctor, Akisame Koetsuji, greeted.

"And it is a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Koetsuji," She responded, still blankly staring upon the ceiling of his clinic. "If I may ask, how long would it take for me to recover from these injuries?"

"It would take about three weeks, and for your foot and finger five days," he answered. She frowned. Yukiko didn't have that time. She was suppose to go to a meeting in Nagoya about the plans she was suppose to deliver yesterday. Unfortunately, it was taken away by some retriever. Yukiko didn't really have a good look at her facial features, but fortunately knew her characteristics, so she knew what kind of places to look in.

"I am grateful for you finding me in that street a few days ago and treating me, Mr. Koetsuji, but I'm afraid I don't have that time. I have a meeting to attend in a few days," Yukiko elaborated.

"I can't let you do that. You're wounds from two days ago are just healing. You are in condition to be traveling anywhere," He responded sternly. Caring. Helpful. Stubborn. She sighed softly.

"It's a mandatory meeting. I'm afraid I can't miss that meeting if my job's on the line," Yukiko said in a desperate attempt for him to let her go.

"No means no," Akisame responded instantaneously. She heard him shuffle a bit, and walk towards something. "I'll be back in an hour to check on your condition, and don't have any ideas. I'm sending someone to keep watch over you."

She heard him open the door and close it. He was gone. She frowned deeply. Yukiko assumed that he was right. Her left foot wasn't going to get her anywhere. She was going to need crutches. Yukiko wasn't exactly sure where she was at, she could only assume how far Akisame walked to the door , she was in a fairly small building unless she was placed close to the door and everything was much larger in the background.

Akisame Koetsuji. He seemed like an honest man. He didn't have any harmful intentions to her as far as she could tell. She couldn't see what he looked like without her glasses, but it was fine. She could only picture what he looked like. By the shuffling he was making with his clothes, she could only assume that he was wearing. A kimono? No. Something else. At this day and age, hardly any men wear kimonos, even women.

She heard the door open.

"Hey. You the patient Akisame was talking about?" He asked. He had a gruff voice. Very very edgy and rough.

"Yes. I'm Yukiko Akiyama and I apologize for interrupting your schedule, Mr..." Yukiko trailed off.

"Shio Sakaki. And it's fine. I was done with my training session with my disciple anyways," He brushed off the apology. Disciple? A martial artist? Is Mr. Koetsuji the doctor for a martial artist school?

There was silence for a few moments, until Yukiko asked, " Mr. Sakaki, do you see a pair of glasses anywhere?"

"Uhhh," there was shuffling for a couple of minutes, "yeah. And can you drop the formalities? Just call me Sakaki. Here."

Sakaki handed Yukiko her black, plastic frames, and she accepted them without hesitation. "Thank you."

"No problem," he responded. She had a clearer view of the room she was in now. It was small, with a few patient beds, medicine cabinets, and a few statues of the Buddha. It was very tidy and organized. Yukiko was impressed. A very organized, hygienic man. Has a license to practice medicine.

She looked at Sakaki Shio, and basically drunk in his appearance. Leather jacket, very muscular, jeans, scar across his face. Participates in street fights and the martial arts explains why he so muscular, scar looks to be about 9 years or older, and has an intimidating feeling to him with his getup. He looked at her oddly.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" He asked. Ah. Her eyes widened a fraction.

"It's just so unusual to see people without having my glasses on for a while," she said. It was the half-truth. Yukiko didn't want anyone to know about her weird talent, although she may have spoiled it for Akisame when they were in the same room. She attempted to change the subject. "What martial arts?"

"Karate," Sakaki responded. She nodded attempting to look slightly interested. "Why? Thinking about joining the dojo so something like this won't happen again?"

Yukiko shook her head, and responded,"No. My brother worships the martial arts that's all. Just wanted to know."

"Speaking of this, how did you end up like this?" Sakaki questioned.

"I was delivering something. Although field work is not my strong suit, my boss insisted. I got jumped, beat up, and some female took away the thing I was suppose to deliver," Yukiko explained. His eyes stared at her in disbelief.

"I guess that wasn't your day," Sakaki responded. Yukiko said nothing, and only stared at the ceiling. Time to think. Where was she? She could only assume that she was in some middle-class area to poor because of the building she was in, and that was it. She loathed not knowing.

Yukiko could have to ask more questions when Akisame came back.

Akisame came in and it was awfully quiet in his clinic. He could only hope Sakaki's brain was still intact after having a conversation with one the smartest people he met. Thankfully he was wrong, as he saw the two just staring off into space.

Sakaki was taking a few sips of his beer, as he saw Akisame walk in. "Oh you're back. You didn't kill Kenichi did you?"

"Of course not," Akisame responded, but hesitated. "There were a few close calls though." He saw from the corner of his eye, the expressions slightly shifting on his patient's face.

Sakaki scoffed, as he got up from the stool, and began to exit the building, "Yeah, yeah. See you at the dojo."

"Hopefully, he wasn't too rude to you," Akisame said. Yukiko shook her head.

"Sakaki was fine. He was quiet," She summarized, and she turned her head to look at him. Icy, pale blue eyes were analyzing him through the frames of her glasses, like a predator to a prey. Needless to say, he was doing the same thing. She broke away from his gaze first, allowing her long, black hair to cover part of her face.

"How odd. I thought he would've bragged about his title," Akisame mused. Yukiko Akiyama was holding something back from him. He could already tell that she was important from the suit she was wearing on the night he found her, but he assumed that she'll talk about it on her own time.

"Am I just going to stay here for three weeks?" She asked, her tone as calm and steady as possible.

"No. You'll be staying at the dojo I live at," He answered and was amused by the confusion appearing on her face.

"Pardon?" She asked, the calm tone broke to a confused one.

"You'll be staying at the dojo for three weeks," he repeated. Her expression was slightly disappointed. "I'm not going to let you stay here by yourself when nobody's watching you."

"I am not a child, Mr. Koetsuji," Yukiko said, her eye slightly twitching at this man's stubbornness. "I don't need to be taken care of. I could do it myself."

"Miss Akiyama, do I need to remind you of your wounds? You could've died on that night. Thankfully, I heard some gunshots and decided to inspect it," Akisame said. "Now rest. I plan on having you moved to the dojo this evening, if you can walk. Unless, if you want me to carry you?"

Yukiko could only stare at him, in disbelief when he asked that question, but regained her composure, and answered, "Do not baby me, Mr. Koetsuji. I believe I'm perfectly capable of walking on my own."

Now he gave her a sceptic look, and Yukiko sighed, "Maybe with some assistance. There is a bit of pain in my foot."

Yukiko could only wait until the evening, observing Akisame as he treated other patients in his clinic, a demographic consisted of mostly young women (completely head-over-heels for him Yukiko deduced). It was honestly amusing for Yukiko to see the women blush and stutter near the man, who pretended to not notice, and for them to 'accidentally' touch Akisame's 'area'.

When closed the clinic for the day, he walked over to Yukiko's bed to drag her to the place where he lived. Honestly, she didn't do too well near dojos or martial arts. It reminded her of her brother. She shivered. Her brother was such a handful, honestly.

"Are you ready to go?" Akisame asked, as colorless and dull pupils stared down at her. She nodded, and he offered a hand for, and she took it. Yukiko slowly got up from the bed, feeling pain in her stomach and foot. Her legs felt like jelly for not standing up in a long time. She flinched slightly at the numbness. "Are you sure you don't me to carry you?"

"Thanks. But no. I can handle myself, Mr. Koetsuji," Yukiko responded, as she slugged her arm around his neck, making for a substitute crutch. He put his left arm around Yukiko's waist to make sure she can balance herself.

"You can handle yourself?" He quoted in a slightly teasing tone.

"I did mention earlier that I would need some assistance, did I not?" Yukiko questioned rhetorically slightly irritated of his tone.

"The dojo's not far from here," He said ignoring the question as both began to exit out of the clinic. For a few moments, the trip was silent until Yukiko decided to break the silence.

"So you're a doctor and a martial artist?" She asked.

"Yes. I'm a jiu jitsu master at the Ryozanpaku dojo, and I only practice in medicine, not particularly a doctor," He answered. "What about you?"

"Government official," She answered. Akisame expected her to say more, and gave her a look. "A secretary, I suppose. If that's simple. I'm not that high in rank in the government."

He hummed in acknowledgement, and stated, "We're here." Yukiko could only stare in fright at the humongous doors in front of her. She felt as if it was ominous presence from behind this door. The hairs on the back of her neck began to stand in warning, but on the outside she remained calm. Akisame and Sakaki weren't so bad, but why did she get the feeling that she entered something much more dangerous. Akisame glanced at her from the corner of his eye. "Welcome to Ryozanpaku."

Dear lord what has she gotten herself into?

Well Yukiko. Welcome to hell. Am I right? Population of six demons, a poor, innocent soul, and his love interest. Now add one more to the equation. Hope I'm keeping everyone in character and preventing my OC to become one of those Mary-Sues.

See y'all next time!