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AN:
I was sad to learn there were only about 3 or 4 SeiMari fanfics I could find on the web. Allow me to make it five.
Also I figured it'd be fun to make Marisa the dominant one in the ship for once, and watch Seija be confused as all hell how balsy this human is.
Leave a comment if you like, kudos,likes, etc, etc. But even more importantly: Thank you for reading it if you did.
Concept: Four of Fiveshot slowburn romance between Marisa and Seija with Marisa as the aggressor.
Chapter 1- An confrontation gone wrong.
"I want you to stop," Marisa said, one hand held to her mini-hakkero pointed at the thief's stomach, the other held next to wall right above the youkai's shoulder so the witch can easily loom over her. Her golden eyes stare down crimson ones and her carefree smile is met with one full of mischief.
"I feel like we've had this conversation before. Because we have," Seija answered, both hands occupied by a sack containing several items 'belonging' to the witch. "I'll give you basically the same answer I gave you then, that this is not about what I want and I'm just fulfilling several kind requests, just as a good samiratan is supposed to do." She grins good-naturally, lies spreading out of her mouth as easily as the air. The weapon pointed at her chest failing to intimidate her, but she still continues speaking when it starts to heat up, "I told you some things you could do to stop other people from wanting to take back the things you 'borrowed'. This is all about what will happen when dumb girls and your dumb friends find out that you allegedly 'lost' the stuff you've carelessly hoarded in your dump of a house because I don't find you that interesting; I just watch everyone and laugh when they act as fools. Even better if they're going to force you to look for it, all over Gensokyo!"
"Like that would have ever worked!" Marisa pouted, actually looking somewhat offended over that! Surely everyone has already associated the self-called beautiful, perfect, popular, scented like a cool forest rain drop, golden haired heroine with her immense affinity towards kleptomania. Of course, many girls simply head to recover what they once lost if they have the strength to do so, but many other have made peace with the fact that if Marisa Kirisame wants something, you better not expect to ever get it back. It's that kind of reputation that naturally makes the amanojaku want to steal from the ultimate stealer, if only from the irony and the fact that nobody would believe the witch would be innocent. Instead thinking that she mostly likely relocated all of her favorite objects into a new hidden hoarding spot.
Anyone with any sort of common sense can see after enough time hanging out with the witch, that while she does have a talent in all arts magical and studies devotedly to not tarnish it. That her long exposure in the forest must have made her just as kooky as the average youkai. As the harder you look, the more you see that Marisa only wears a mask of perfection and the closer you come to her the more obvious the cracks in it become. In other words, her common sense is quite lacking.
But maybe they wouldn't see it even then, too invested in their delusions or impressions of rumors and legends about the self-made witch. After all, is she not the second best incident solver?
She is but Seija has no delusions or interest towards her. She's gotten enough of her fill knowing the witch during their short time working together under the banner of revolution. Back then, Seija was impressed with the latter's independence and made the mistake of believing such an individual would have the ambition to rise above their lot. She didn't see any sign to worry when the witch eagerly accepted to join her, enthralled by the power her corrupt mini-hakkero could unleash at the time. She didn't see any sign to doubt when the witch gave her all of her attention while she talked about all the amazing things they could do and what their revolution would achieve for them. If anything she marveled at the brutality the witch was capable off and the beauty she showed when she was surrounded by the hellfire of her own making. That right there, showed she chose correctly.
So to say she didn't expect the Kirisame to turn around and blast her the moment her supposedly best pal Reimu appeared. That'd be an understatement as it was the closest thing to betrayal she had ever felt in her long, long, life. The worst part is, to this day she doesn't know why the witch did it.
So, yeah. She might be holding kind of a grudge over that. Not that she'd let the latter ever know.
If Marisa actually told Seija one day why she did it (better odds are that pigs learn to fly), it'd be a lot easier to swallow and Seija would just move on with her life, which she still is, honest. However the problem comes from Marisa herself. The witch seemed to be smug at and competitive of Seija over something, even said she was keeping the score, yet wouldn't tell her what even though Seija had told her plainly many times that she had no idea what the issue was and that she could shove her something right where the sun doesn't shine. Marisa being so goddamn friendly even after the past incidents the amanojaku made only serves to further her frustration, and her befriending so many girls during her adventures led to her having the privilege to just waltz into almost any spot in Gensokyo, even the Shining Needle Castle where Seija used to reside at. Marisa must know how the amanojaku views her but she seems real content to banter and even challenge her whenever they meet instead of just letting her be, thus creating a bizarre status quo that she can't escape from.
It surprised Seija even more that someone with so many 'friends' would bother giving her the time of day. But then again, that at least gives her someone to trade barbs with, like that makes it better.
Sometimes Seija daydreamed about tying Marisa to a chair, pumping her full of truth serum, and interrogating her until she got every little secret the witch is hiding, then selling all that info to the local tengu newspaper to make it well-known and widespread just to feel satisfied. Happy thought. She'd invite every youkai she knows to ask questions too, if they could find the bravery necessary. The daydream sometimes extended to putting truth-compelled Marisa over some loudspeaker and really setting loose the dogs of war in the midst of the human village to forever truly ruin her.
"I find it hard to believe you do all this and pry into my life just to help other people," Marisa said, back with the smile Seija so despises, but she refuses to frown and continues to slyly smile back.
"Maybe it's another way I'm actually superior to you after all." That bit from Marisa during the 7th day of Seija's crusade against the strong about how the amanojaku was inferior to her, because no matter how hard she fought, she could never overturn a place like Gensokyo, which made losing... that something she wouldn't name... to Seija sting even worse, had been so annoying. She loved being hated and despised but saw "inferior" as a step too far. The sheer arrogance of that...
Then Marisa had actually won the fight even after Seija had distracted, slowed, and finally thrown every cheat item she could at her for such a long time that afternoon turned to midnight. This gal has the nerve to be so stagnant and boring. If she refuses to rise above everyone, she shouldn't get to act like the whole wide world is her oyster, nor should she act like her mere presence is a gift that others should value. The amount of times she entered a conversation with the words 'Did you miss me?' and even bothered to look like she expected any answer other than no is infuriating enough.
"Inferior, ze?" Marisa speaks up, regaining Seija's attention as she moves her sight from her damn eyes to the middle of her forehead. "What do you have that I don't or cannot obtain, hmm…?"
Again, her voice is so irritating and her eyes confidently looking down on her fill Seija with the intense desire to just smash the bag against her head like a club, but she can't, not in these close quarters, so instead, she stalls for time as usual by saying, "I know what I want, and I get it."
"Oh, now that's silly." Marisa chuckles, then moves in a bit closer, still failing to intimidate. "What makes you think I don't know what I want? And that I don't know how to obtain it, ze?"
"Isn't it obvious?" it isn't, at least not to Seija, crap, she should've said something else. Quickly thinking of another repartee, she looks the girl in the eyes and says, "You'd have taken it by now-"
"You're right, I should." The witch interrupts. "I'm done waiting anyway."
Suddenly Marisa came up at her fast, too quick and unsurprisingly athletic for Seija to dodge in time. Then again, some people struck even harder next time if you dodged their first strike. All right. She'd been grabbed, shoved, tripped, burned, punched, kicked, shocked and even impaled by a spear once in the past, so she could handle whatever cheap shot Marisa might use on her in the privacy of this far, deserted corner of the Magic Forest and hopefully get some shots of her own in.
Not that Marisa couldn't do it in public and get away with it. After Sakuya had grabbed, pushed, and pinned her hard against a wall for daring to show up during one of the many Hakurei Festivals, almost everyone who heard about it felt she must have deserved it, that a simple appearance after her own incidents was a long thing of the past deserved rough manhandling as punishment while the majority of people present have caused worse incidents. Kind, perfect, popular Marisa Kirisame could get away with a lot, especially if she did it to youkai outcast and despicable person Seija Kijin. This time Marisa grabbed her and... and...
Seija couldn't put together everything happening to her, just take it in bits: the warm, firm press of Marisa's body against her, arms around her, embracing, hands, hands in places stroking or holding, soft lips on her because of course Marisa has soft lips and a good kiss of firm pressure and intent, everything feeling good, so good, too good, too much, too hungry, Seija's skin and nerves shivered, her face flushed, her heart pounded... Before her heart could explode or body combust, Marisa let go of her and stepped back, though she didn't get far with Seija's hands fisted in her black vest. Seija jerked them loose. Marisa set a warm hand on the side of Seija's face, a (false) gesture of affection that contrasted with the amused, somewhat smug, and a little bit mean look on Marisa's face. If only the girls could see this version of Marisa, but if they did they might just coo over her having one hell of a bad boy side. Seija jerked back to get out of reach, trying desperately to control her breathing and heart rate, feeling bruised and somewhat broken, feeling, the monster of contradiction drowned by unwanted, involuntary emotions and physical reactions.
She wondered if any goddess or sage saw this, and if they did, whether they would laugh their guts out or if she'd be soon enough visited by one of their familiars sending a very grim warning even though she's not the one that pushed a maiden against a wall and kissed the air out of her lungs.
She wanted so desperately to ask Marisa what the hell that had been but knew that she'd get told it was a kiss, perhaps accompanied by a pun, and not what it meant or what Marisa had intended it to do. Marisa licked her lips, which made Seija shudder in revulsion and something else. Did she taste the sardines Seija had eaten after their kiss? If so, good! She'll be sure to eat garbage next time!
Enough. "Did I hurt your feelings when I told you I wasn't interested? Most of the girls in Gensokyo already love you but since I don't you need to jerk me around too? Gotta collect 'em all? Are you aiming for some harem? Am I just some trophy to you?" Needing to share the pain, trying to reach the part of Marisa that claimed to be a decent person (even though Marisa had also claimed to her more than once that she wasn't as good a girl as she seemed), Seija said, "That was my first kiss..." Accompanying that lie with crocodile tears and voila, the ultimate counter-attack!
Marisa's smugness started to fade into horror. "No."
"Yes." Knowing that so many girls would probably kill to have Marisa as their first kiss didn't make her feel any better. Not in this context, the amanojaku in her hid in a cave and died of embarrassment at this humiliation.
Seija "liked" nobody. She didn't even have feelings of comradery towards her closest ally Shinmyoumaru during their rebellion. She didn't like or lust after Marisa, didn't even feel fond of her, even hated her sometimes, but her emotions and body had so desperately, eagerly, and cheaply sold her out to her. Despite her preference for being alone and hated by others, some parts of the girl inside the youkai apparently just wanted to be kissed, petted, held, and fully loved. If Marisa hadn't pulled away, how long would Seija have stayed in her arms and let her steal anything, everything, from her? Those treacherous parts of her still wanted more, even knowing that Marisa had only done it to mess with her head and score points against her. Marisa's second betrayal and willingness to stoop so low didn't surprise Seija much – she is human and humans can be worse than beasts – but this new betrayal of herself by herself made her feel sick. She thought she'd learned better and pared away most of that weakness during her forming years. Leaving it in the world of Onis.
Marisa looked full-on horrified now. Good. You're a bad person and should feel bad. If Marisa dared disapprove of any of her tactics after this, Seija would laugh derisively in the hypocrite's face. "Seija, I'm sorry...I thought you-"
"I have to go." She didn't think she could control her face well enough to be in front of another person at the moment. "I'll never cease to be a nuisance," not when life and society could be so disgusting in her eyes, not as long as she can fight for what she exists for, "I just can't stand to look at you right now." Didn't want Marisa too think she could get her to leave in the future or win against her just by kissing and holding her. This was a strategic retreat, to let her fight another day, not a surrender. She dropped the sack and flew away as fast as she possibly could.
Seija would be much more careful around Marisa in the future.
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The face-off had arrived. Seija resolved to show no fear, no weakness, and no stupid attraction. No way in hell did she want Marisa to think that she only had to kiss and hold her to shut her up or make her run away. No way she wanted Marisa to realize how much of an existential threat she'd made herself into with that kiss and embrace.
Still smiling and pleasant, Marisa said, "Hey, Seija, I have to talk to you in private," even using her real name instead of some taunting nickname like 'fake oni' or 'miss contradiction', etc, etc.
Seija quirked an eyebrow in response, using one of her many youkai skills: efficient nonverbal communication. Some creatures don't understand human speech or any sort of language, so the only way to get them to understand things is through body language. Like she's showing off now.
Marisa quickly understood it, saying, "Oh, no, no, no! I'm not asking for a private talk with you to do that! I'm just certain that neither of us want to have this conversation near other people."
Indeed some bystanders on the lower street were starting to notice their presence, many of them most likely wondering why the witch hasn't already taken down the youkai that has a bounty.
"I don't want to have a conversation at all. We should do the civilized, dramatic thing by pretending it never happened and never speaking of it again." To Seija's relief, she felt cold and clear and perfectly able to think. Somewhat venomous too. Ready to fight or flee within short notice.
"I-I…" Marisa trails off for a second, tugging her hat down as the rest of her face takes a red shade. "- can't stop thinking about it."
"...what." Really, what?
And what had that look on Marisa's face been? There's no way she's looking like a real maiden! She's a forest dwelling tomboy!
Marisa smiled and patted the broom she's on. "Let's take this higher up and away from other people possibly listening in."
Line that was sadly not included:
Seija would never go with it, not when her interests and instincts didn't run toward any sort of romance and especially since Marisa had started it by being like the aggressive, "your no always means yes" seme to Seija's at the time passive, overwhelmed uke, which suggested a relationship involving Seija taking things up her ass a lot against her consent. And no amount of being a contrarian would make her into that kind of shit.