Thread: (Long_Shot x wiki234) Sekirei - Chapter One: Even the Best Laid Plans...

Downtown Tokyo God, why did I do this? Why? I knew it would be hot. I knew this... The internal monologue of Satoru Akio seemed to lance on through the blaring heat of the brilliant summer day currently underway. He didn't usually leave the inside of the offices or his one-room apartment for things like this, but the power had gone out and he'd been in need of some form of coolness so his empty mini-fridge back home was going to need restocking once the power came back on. Checking his phone again as he rounded a corner, he noted that he still hadn't heard back from the landlady. He sighed. Why doesn't she call me asking why I turned on the damned heat so I could yell right back at her for not fixing that damnably old machine she calls an air-conditioner. Cheap old hag. Muttering under his breath as he carried on down the street, the sounds of the various vehicles passing him by filled his ears, much to his disdain as did the smells of the gasoline burning in their inefficient engines. He did nothing in response though to the repeated assaults upon his senses as he focused wholeheartedly on the phone in his palm as another drag of the vape-pen hanging lazily from the corner of his mouth played out a thin wisp of a ribbon of vapor that seemed to only last but an instant before the all-obliterating heat of the unforgiving sun ripped it away. Another turn according to his phone's GPS had him walking down a small corridor between buildings, he sighed in relief as the heat finally seemed to relent, but only for a moment as suddenly a blast of warm air seemed to fill the atmosphere around him, growing in gradual intensity as he suddenly looked up in shock at a sight before him. Heat seemed to be radiating off of the open-back top of a woman just before him, but perhaps even more terrifying were the two absolutely massive wings sprouting from her back and the wings coming from the back of the girl across from her as he tried to slam on the brakes. Too late . Oomf! It was the only word he could get out before the searing heat coming off the woman had him suddenly flying back in shock and minor pain, the yelp that accompanied his short-lived flight had the two women looking over their shoulders at him. His eyes grew wide as he held up his hands defensively and tried to take up a semi-feasible martial arts stance. All he elicited was a smirk from the further girl and a glower from the nearer one as they both turned to face him, hands on hips and clothing revealing quite the healthy or perhaps unhealthy with all of the sunlight now seeming to stream down from above as the building's brief respite gave way to the Earth's natural rotation and lit up the corridor in bright light. You want to fight me loser? He looked at his hands, then at the girl, and smiled sheepishly, Ha, haha, no? You sure look like it... The nearer girl's statement had him putting his hands down quickly as he tried to defend his sudden defensive posture, No no no, it's not like that, I just was startled and I was lookign only at my phone and I didn't think to look up as I rounded the corner- I think he wants to fight sister... I think so too- -No wait! I don't fight girls! I'd hurt you two, I'm bigger than you two and besides, I'm a fan of cosplayers! Seriously! All for it! Suddenly the two girls locked eyes and nodded, their expressions turning instantly dour. Did he just- -call us- Then both sets of brilliantly blue eyes were on his as they raised their hands in a typical martial arts fashion as he tried to hold his up non-threateningly, backing slowly away with phone tucked in his coat pocket, Hey now- I don't want any- -Cosplayers?! He didn't quite recall what happened next, but the sudden appearance of Tokyo's skyline on the horizon and the wind rushing past his ears as two hands gripped his collar firmly and sent him skyward with an almost certain intent to not release him, yet, had him yelling in fear. Leave it to losers like you to think our wings are fake. How about you try and grow some asshole! And then their grip relaxed and the direction of his flight changed... drastically. The ground now was tumbling closer and closer and the cars and the reflecting sunlight seemed to only grow brighter as he got closer and closer to what was certain to be the end of his life.