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

I've lost it, I've actually lost my mind . That was all his mind could conclude as it sat there and watched as this girl in front of him pour out her heart to him, telling him- wait... what? She felt something about him? Couldn't it be she just wanted to avoid giving some street cleaner a bad day? He had been falling from well into a thousand or so feet in the air. This wasn't just some little thing, she was the only one who could help. Well, besides those two other winged- Sekirei was it? Perhaps she just acted on that knowledge? She didn't actually need him, she was mistaken, confused. This wasn't some cheap Manga where the main character had some girl attach herself to him because he was somehow special, his entire life was a testament to that. He was out of school, hell, he was probably old enough to have graduated high school before she'd even joined. He was almost twenty one and she didn't look a day over 18 which also meant that this was a no-no. He looked up and both directions as he debated now whether or not to try and make the run for it with all seriousness. This had to be smoe sort of trap and he wasn't havin' any of it. His blood pressure likely had shot through the roof a couple of minutes back, but now he could feel it with the Adrenaline running out and reality coming back into play- I felt the....drive to protect someone that I care for....you...I don't have this feeling with anyone else but you when I'm close....maybe your my destined ashikabi... She now was approaching him and he froze as he watched her every movement with the uncertainty of someone very much out of their comfort zone. Then again, if having been dropped from cloud-scraping heights and then saved by some shapeshifting girl who'd then had a fight full-on with a pair of two winged girls mid-air and then been healed of all his wounds by some serpent in her own arsenal of different forms was within anyone's comfort zone, they were loony. She suddenly was right next to him and she was holding his arm, close. Really close . your...even just gonna leave me? Actually I don't have a real family, I'm alone. Your my ashikabi, and I know it... everything in his body now was saying run for it . She was guilt-tripping him, this was a trick, no one didn't have a 'real' family, maybe she just didn't see them as such. She was bait for some sort of trap and saying big words to try and confuse him and get him to play along to whatever damnably perverse game this was and he didn't want to have any part of it. Damn right he was leaving, as soon as he could find where the door was. A pang of guilt did stick in his heart as it weighed the sincerity of what she said with what she'd just spent the last minute describing and explaining, probably to try and avoid the outcome Akio was trying to force now. As he turned his head away from her, trying to not let himself get suckered into helping her, he felt her lean in and now he was certain he'd ruined his heart as the softness of her breasts registered even through the torn shreds of his suit sleeve and the warmth from her body had his head throbbing with ideas of such a nature as was certain to get him into trouble if she had even been his age. Hell, he didn't even remember her name now that he came to think about it and looking back towards her he found himself caught by the trap he'd tried to avoid just moments before as her gaze met his momentarily. She continued her pleading, I want you protect...you and care for you with my life... Run, she's gone loony . Here was a beautiful girl, her head now laying against his chest and his arm drawn into her awkward embrace now pressing into her remarkably matured bosom okay, so now his mind could at least relax about the underage bit, but seriously he had been more worried about that than anything else strangely enough. She wasn't done though, please...don't leave me alone...I'm weak without an ashikabi... God, why did he always have to be a sucker for the abandoned ones, his previous girlfirend years back had been his childhood friend from a young age and she'd been in a similar situation. She'd been left by a previous family and so her foster family had adopted her. It hadn't ever healed over that wound and it had been the basis for their friendship and eventual relationship. Now here he was, years later falling head over heels certainly enough for a similar girl with incredible looks and the sweetest of faces and his heart was melting under her touch though the breast thing didn't hurt her case against him. Looking up, he could make out two small specks far off, but probably coming closer and most likely being the two girls. How do you know, how can you be so sure I'm this Ashikabi person? I never was told I was one, I doubt I'm even one given the normality of life I've had. Why don't you find some better guy who could actually- well, defend himself or something? I think you're mistaking some sort of adrenaline rush from saving my life for- well, whatever it is you think you felt. I'm sorry, I can't help you. It was breaking his heart to say these things, but this wasn't his fight, it wasn't his place. She had to be mistaking him for someone else because this wasn't his life. He didn't want this. He really didn't.