AN - Yet another Fanfic project that pretty much came to me completely out of blue and just thought "meh, what the heck. May as well!".
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Uugh~ God damn... my back aches like Hell... Just since when did my bed get this uncomfortable?
With an annoyed groan, I twisted my body around and tried to find a more comfortable position to lie in, but to my utter ire it was to no avail as I just couldn't find any good position on this grassy surface!
...
Wai-wut?
Grassy surface?
Waddafuq?
Frowning in confusion, though I still held my eyes shut as I hesitantly brought my hand over and tentatively begun prodding the "bedding" beneath me. The second I noticed the lack of fabric between my digits and instead felt actual grass blades (cool to the touch) tickling my palm; immediately brought my mind into high alert...
And if that wasn't enough of a warning sign already; mix that to the fact I could feel a cold breeze brushing against my skin...
With the alarm level raising up from high alert to FULL alarm; my eyes snapped open as I looked up to see... Sky!? And by the looks of it; it was midnight, if the starry sky decorated with a full moon was any fucking indication...
But how!? I know for a fact I fell asleep on my own bed back at the apartment complex I live in! And I'm damn sure last night did NOT involve any alcohol with the guys, so how in the living hell did I end up outside in the first place!?
In haste, I sat up straight, but as I instinctively looked down at my torso; I duly raised a brow.
"The hell am I wearing?" I couldn't help but wonder out loud, which too made me blink confusedly at hearing my tone. There was something off about my voice, but I couldn't quite grasp what... In the end I shrugged it off as a figment of my imagination, before I focused back at the source of my initial confusion, that being the fact I'm now wearing the kind of a outfit that I have no recollection whatsoever of putting on before bed... nor ever even owning in the first place... I raised my arms above my head and begun inspecting the clothing I'm wearing for... reasons apparently.
A royal dark blue (closer to black with the current lighting) high-collared trench-coat that was currently zipped up (coat tails reaching down to my calves) with silver-ish lining going down the sleeves and the chest along the zipper line. There was also a silver plate (with a stylish cross embedded on it) on the coat's left shoulder.
Underneath the coat was a plain, black V-necked shirt.
Black pants with a black belt with a large silver buckle.
Black boots and by the looks of it; these had metal plating around the toes.
And lastly a pair of black fingerless gloves, that had thin protective padding over the backside of the palm and knuckles.
My curious expression quickly devolved into a dry stare with twitching eyes. With better look; isn't this basically the SAO Kirito "Black swordsman" outfit? Only with some minor differences such as the coat's color and the lack of a strap over my chest for the sword holster...
Okay, NOW I'm pretty damn convinced my situation is a fucked up prank orchestrated by some Otaku nerd(s)! On the bright side however is that the gear is at least very comfortable to wear, so no complaints on that regard, but you have no idea how violated I feel that a bunch of stranger bastards played fucking dress-up with my unconscious body!
At the very thought of it a bile nearly formed in the back of my throat!
I shook my head back and forth to shake the feeling of disgust off my head, then with a scowl I finally decided to take in my surroundings.
Now the good question is... just where the hell am I?
I was clearly in park of sorts with only the moon and few streetlights lighting up the area... And whoever brought me here apparently had the brightest of ideas to simply drop me off behind some bushes so that I was just out of sight from any passing by pedestrians... just like a bag of trash... My eyebrow twitched from ire at this. If the kidnappers seriously went through the damn trouble of dragging me out of my apartment (with locked doors I may add), only to drop me here in the middle of nowhere; they could've AT LEAST settled me down on one of those two-seated wooden benches not even 5 feet away from my current spot!
Feeling seriously pissed; I bit my lip and took a deep breath to compose my temper, before huffing out through my nostrils.
Okay! First things first. What would a guy do in a situation where they find themselves waking up in an unknown location with no memories of how you got there (in my case, probably drugged and dragged here)? Just like any guy worth his salt would do—
Step 1: Check that you still got your kidneys intact!
I swiftly unzipped my coat and lifted my undershirt to check my body over for any makeshift stitching and scarring. Finding the lack of any, I let sighed out of relief and let my shirt drop back down to the waistline.
That's a check.
Step 2: Check your pockets!
I begun patting my hands throughout my entire outfit, searching if there was any items left on my person. And through the clothing (to my surprise) I could feel that there actually was a whole bunch of stuff left inside the pockets of my outfit.
M'kay... Kidnappers who felt generous enough to not leave their victim empty-handed... That's a thing now apparently... With a shrug, (still seated on the grass) I made myself comfortable and sat cross-legged and started pulling out random items and line them up on the ground in front of me one item at a time. The ground was dry, so I didn't need to worry about sullying my pants.
Lets see... First up is a fancy-looking white smartphone with navy blue accents. Huh, that's pretty cool, though as long as the said device's main function, namely calling and receiving calls, worked; I've never truly bothered on buying any of the newer models until the last one I have at the moment becomes either defective or simply too outdated for modern purposes. Now then next up is some sort of advanced-looking, compactible earpiece-microphone with exact same coloring theme as the phone. It appears to be wireless model, so perhaps this was meant as an hands-free option with the phone (that may explain the matching color)? I don't usually have much need for these, but this one seems rather expensive, so better save it for later uses or simply sell it for good money.
Either way the next item up is a... switchblade? Why the heck am I carrying one of these for?
The knife had an emerald green, curved blade (which I estimate to be about 9 inches long, not including the handle, and right by the base of it the blade had a serrated edge for about two inches worth) with a black handle and while the thing looked fancy as hell; I could tell it was made with practicality in mind, considering the way the handle was shaped for the best grip and with it's blade for best cutting. All in all a pretty cool-looking item.
Then I shrugged. "Oh well." I still had a whole bunch of stuff to go through, so better leave any further inspection of the knife in the backburner for the time being. So with that thought I placed the (folded) knife on the ground along the other items, then I pulled a handgun from a holster interweaved on the coat's inner layer on the left side close to the hip. Hmm neat, M9 Beretta if I recall. I absentmindedly put that down right adjacent to the switchblade, before I resumed with my item search, pulling out all kinds of random shit that didn't really serve any purpose nor were they worth really mentioning, however the next item worth of some notice was a black wallet (made out of fine leather) and as for its cont— "PFFT!?" I suddenly started choking on air!
M9 BERETTA!?
My gaze instantly snapped towards the aforementioned object and my eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets.
A gun...
WHY THE FUCK DO I HAVE A GUN ON ME!?
MOREOVER, WHY DID THEY LEAVE A MOTHAFUCKING KILLING TOOL IN MY POCKETS!?
Needless to say I started to panic and my first reaction to this (highly unwanted) discovery was to look frantically around me for any witnesses. Luckily sans me there was no other soul anywhere nearby. This allowed me let out a shuddering breath in relief, before I closed my eyes and focused down on my erratic heartbeats and breathing.
Okay! Calm down now, lets think this through rationally. This has got to be prank of some sort, (fucked up one but still a prank!) I-I mean there's no way this thing is real, it HAS to be a mere prop meant only to startle me. And for the record; it's fucking working!
Once I've managed to adjust my breathing to tolerable levels; I slowly opened my eyes and narrowed them down at the gun I lined up amongst the other items on the ground. With a scowl I reached down for the handgun with my right hand and picked it up by its handle, then with a gulp I raised it up to the eye level all the while glaring at the said object as if it was riddled with diseases...
Though just in case... First thing I did before picking it up, was to extend my pointer finger straight to make sure the said digit was NOWHERE near the trigger. Then I looked it over for the safety switch, if the prop (I evidently convinced myself for it to be one) had one...
There's no such thing as being too careful after all.
"Hmm, ah! Found it." The switch was already in a horizontal position (in parallel with the barrel), which meant the safety was on right? I ain't a gun nut, so by God I sure do hope so.
Now then, now that that part is cleared; I then tested out the prop gun's weight on my hand. "Heeh, for a prop the thing sure got the weight down... Doesn't feel anything like soft guns do. Definitely an high quality replica if anything..." I mused out loud.
But now comes the nerve-wracking part, which will prove whether the handgun is legit or not...
The clip...
*Gulp*
Now to eject the magazine... T-this button here right by the thumb right?
*Click* I pressed it and with it the clip came loose and begun sliding out. In response I brought my off hand over to receive it, then separated the ejected magazine from the gun. With that done; I looked down inside of it for its contents... and immediately felt myself turn paler than a sheet.
...
Live rounds...
Huh...
...
...
THIS THING WAS FUCKING REAL!
In the fit of PANIC! PANIC! PANIC! I unceremoniously dropped both the gun and the mag as if burned and crawled backwards about a feet away.
Wh-wha-what do I do!?
Bring it to the authorities? Sounds reasonable enough, but if I did that they'd start asking questions I have no answers for! And walking into police department with a loaded gun in my pockets is just begging to get my sorry ass capped!
Dispose the evidence? I could dig a makeshift grave and bury the gun there, but with my luck some bloody mutt would probably only dig it out! Not to mention my fingerprints were now all over the darn thing, so I couldn't just dump it in some dumpster either for the risk of being tracked down!
Keep it? Dude, this ain't America!
The last thought gave me a pause. Speaking of which... WHERE exactly is this?
And here comes the Step 3: Find out where the fuck yer at!
Yeah, I suppose figuring that one out would be the higher priority now... With a sigh I decided deal with the gun later and proceeded to pick up the damn thing and its magazine up from the ground. While I was far from eager for having a firearm anywhere near on my person, but I was responsible enough to not just leave it lying around here only for some nutcase to pick it up later.
But before I holstered the gun; there was one more thing to check.
I pocketed the magazine in my coat, before I pointed the gun away from me and slightly downwards so it was aimed at the ground. Once that was done I brought my other hand to pull the handgun's slider all the way back to check its chamber.. and it was a good thing I did as there indeed WAS a fucking bullet in there! I carefully extracted the bullet from the chamber, pocketed it in the same same pocket as the magazine, then pushed the gun's slider back in front.
Then with a deep sigh I finally holstered the weapon inside my coat, without re-inserting its magazine. Again I may not know much about firearms, but I've seen enough realistic movies with gunfight involved. While I was glad to see that knowledge was worth something, this fiasco took a lot out of me as I placed a palm on my face and let it slowly trail downwards in tired manner. As my fingers brushed against my cheeks and chin I felt my eyebrows twitch in another fit of annoyance.
Of course... Someone apparently had shaved my face while at it as well... Somehow, I just couldn't bring myself to care anymore...
*Sigh~!* "What was the last item I was about to look at, again?" After a moment, I snapped my fingers. "Right, the wallet." I looked down and searched through the items I've lined up on the ground, before I finally found my intended target. Considering it was the last item I've yet to look into; I duly proceeded to pocket the rest of the stuff or outright discarded those I've deemed as utter crap (I'm far beyond caring about loitering!), before focusing back on the leathery object that may or may not have some clues about my current whereabouts...
If this is anything like in the movie, Hangover that is... If so I just hope I won't be meeting any Mr. Chows anytime soon...
"Lets see what you have..." With that I started digging, but in the end it wasn't much, yet at the same time it could mean anything!
A Credit card, for which I have no PIN for...
Some cash, YEN bills to be exact. But why that particular currency though?
Next up is someone's ID card. "Finally some leads..." I narrowed my eyes to read the card's contents, but it was too dark for me see properly. I then glanced up at one of the streetlights to my right, then angled my body so the card was lighted up enough for me to read its contents. My eyes narrowed at it, before my face turned completely blank...
Is this a joke? Why does an ID card have some anime character's face shoved on it?
Also 朝倉 新 ?
Even the letters were written in Japanese... Just great!
While I consider myself quite decent in Japanese speech, but reading the said language is an absolute bitch to— Asakura Arata -learn and—
I blinked, twice.
How the hell did I know that?
In daze; I brought the ID closer to my face to read the card the second time... and realized I could actually read its contents (consisting most of kanji and hiragana) perfectly...
B-but how... And who the hell is this Arata person? Moreover why would— W-wait... Hold the fuck on...thinking back, ever since I woke up here... whenever I muttered anything out loud... I-I was actually speaking Japanese this whole time without even realizing it...
How do you even miss that!?
"GAAAH!" This whole God damned fiasco is giving me bloody migraine!
I reached up to scratch the back of my neck in a fit frustration; but as my hand reached for its destined region—
*Tuft~*
"Eh?" T-this can't be right... At the back of my neck, where there was supposed to be short hair; now has an extra tuft of hair coming out...
I experimentally tugged on it... harshly I may add—
*TUG!*
"OW! Sonova-!" I hissed out through grit teeth, before I reached up for the second time and brought the damn the hairy object to the front, over my shoulder to inspect it further... and felt my eyes widen for umpteenth time tonight in bewilderment.
Ponytail..?
I have ponytail...
WHY do I have a freaking ponytail!?
I admit there was point in time I had long hair but that was years ago!
And this definitely was NOT part of a wig either...
Okay, I'm seriously getting freaked out right now!
I first wake up in the middle of nowhere.
I'm wearing clothes I've never even owned.
My pockets were stashed with random shit. INCLUDING A FUCKING GUN!
My beard was shaved clean off. My face was actually as smooth as baby's bottom now!
Japanese has apparently become my main language to a subconscious level.
My hair decided to grow out overnight. (reaching right below my shoulder blades)
Nothing is making any sense right now!
What next!? Oh let me guess I'm now also de-aged or perhaps even animefied!? Now THAT would be the real icing to the cake!
Out in the distance in the park clearing I noticed a large ornamental water fountain in the middle...
...
I huffed and shrugged to myself. "Mind as well..." With that I stood up from my spot and walked over to paced towards the fountain, the sound of my steps echoing across the silent park. (Oooh the ambience~, do note the sarcasm please.)
Once I've walked up to it and stood right in front of the fountain; I leaned slightly forward to get a look at the reflection of my face on the water's surface.
...
I just HAD to jinx myself didn't I?
Not only am I now back in my late teens, but ALSO somehow gotten myself animefied so to speak as well... To be accurate I looked exactly like the person in the ID I had in my wallet...
I've become this Arata person...
Screw being kidnapped by some otaku psychopaths, who drugged and pulled me into the woods; I've actually been dropped off into whole another dimension!
Either that or I'm experiencing one helluva case of lucid dreams! Though I strongly doubt that is the case here...
Feeling kinda depressed, I let out a deep sigh and allowed my shoulders to slouch forward. As I wallowed in self-pity I gave my reflection on the water's surface a closer look... I wonder if this is what I'd truly look like if I was born in an anime world? I mean despite the obvious changes (mainly the graphics and my now more.. Bishounen-ish(1) looks); my eye and hair color remained pretty much the same, former being dull green and the latter being blonde with darker color by its roots.
That being said; did I like, take over some poor sod's body or did my body just pop out of thin air?
As I was musing over this, I suddenly noticed movement in the corner of my vision on my right. Though as I turned my head to look towards the said direction; my jaw dropped at the sight in front of me.
"W-wow..."
Seated on the edge on the other side of the fountain... was a woman of an outworldly beauty with the face of a Goddess; medium length light-brown hair; unblemished, smooth-looking skin; curves to turn even the most renown models green with envy; legs for days and 'UGE DEM TITTIES!
Seriously those bazoogas are literally bigger than my head! And from what I could see from my position they had absolutely NO sag on them, outright defying gravity!
I... I'm not exactly a person people would call pervert outright, I really am not... But one glance at those puppies was literally enough for my entire being go all ga-ga while screaming constantly for me to step forward and motorboat the absolute shit out of them!
*Cough!* Anyhow to more important matters... What truly caught my attention was not how gorgeous this woman was, nor did her current attire (the lack of it thereof) with her wearing only a single white lab coat... that had blood stains on it...
It was the thing branded on the woman's forehead... A crest of a bird with a yin-yang sign right below it and flanking the latter was two magatamas on either side of it. All in red colors...
The Crest of a wagtail...
It was at this revelation I figured exactly where I've been dropped into and who this person was...
"Akitsu..." The name slipped out of my lips in a tiny whisper, but it was still enough to perk the said woman's attention as she slowly turned her full attention towards me where I stood only a few feet away... I nearly winced from witnessing the dead look in her eyes when our gazes finally met and her unblinking stare gave me some serious shivers! However the way she tilted her head sideways afterwards in slight curiosity, was something I could honestly call cute... IF it wasn't for the fact that I KNEW this chick could have my head on the platter with her bare hands!
Who this woman is, you say?
"Ah... Who are you?" She asked in a quiet, monotonous tone.
This woman... is a part of very human-looking alien race, called Sekirei... And this Sekirei's precise identification would be Sekirei number 7, Akitsu... Aka the scrapped number...
Which was the reason I inadvertently ended up replying in a similar tone...
"Ah... Balls..."
This was my (not so) fated meeting with Akitsu...
And this is how the story of my new life begun after waking up in the world of Sekirei as a Self-Insert character with an alien yuki-onna as my lifetime partner...
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TBC
AN - It may not be Seiryuutei update, but I hope you liked it!
As mentioned in AN above; this idea really came on the fly and merely decided to give it its form in this site. Now that I got this out of my system, hopefully I can be more focused on writing the next Seiryuutei chapter as many of my readers have been eagerly waiting for.
Now then as for Mockingbird, small voting time;
What should Arata do with the gun? As you've probably noticed; he's far more of a pacifist than a gun nut, so he's not really all that eager to keep it with him.
Either way should he—
A) Keep it?
B) Dispose of it ASAP? (At least figure out how to)
One thing to note however is that he only has ONE clip worth of bullets, so either way his use of it would be very limited, since buying more isn't exactly simple thing to do.
Oh! And one more thing; I'm open for any Sekirei suggestions to add into Arata's harem or Flock in this case.
However unlike with the Worgen Ashikabi, I won't accept any characters outside of Sekirei franchise for Mockingbird.
Also before you start handing out any Sekirei suggestions; I strongly suggest you to take Arata's Mimic ability into consideration as well.
(More information down below)
Arata's Flock list:
#07 - Akitsu
#Unknown
#Unknown
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etc.
Character sheet
[Bio with the character's face image found on my profile page]
Arata Asakura
Age:
19 (Physical) / 25 (Mental)
Hair style/color:
Messy dark golden blonde hair, that is near black at the roots, tied into a low ponytail that reaches just below his shoulder blades.
Facial Features:
Slight bishounen (pretty boy) traits, but otherwise mostly average.
Skin Color:
Tan, albeit slightly paler than norm, due to lack of sunlight basking.
Eye color:
Dull Green, but glows neon green and has yin-yang sign appears within the pupils whenever Mimic is used.
Height:
177 Cm / 5 feet 9.6 inch (5' 9")
Weight:
73 Kg / 160.9 lbs
Body type:
Average, fairly muscular.
Powers
S-Mimic
Arata has the power to mimic the main ability of any Sekirei he gets into lip lock with.
When Arata kisses a Sekirei he's able to copy their power for his own use and is able to utilize the copied ability indefinitely until he swaps saliva with different (Sekirei) individual and that's where the mimicked power Arata possesses at the time gets overwritten and changed to match the ability of the Sekirei Arata had kissed with most recently.
Simply put, Arata can only mimic one Sekirei ability at a time. However if Arata were to kiss a normal human with no special powers; The current mimicked ability won't be removed in process.
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(1) Bishounen = Pretty Boy