123(Disclaimer: I do NOT own One Punch Man or Sekirei, they belong to their respective owners.)
(Special A.N - Yeah Yeah I know, I've been out for quite some time. I assure you that it was all not in my own will to be gone so long. A close friend that I harbored a close relationship to just recently passed and it's been hanging over me. I'll try and be more frequent.)
(Also WOW you guys are some freaks for bein' interested in this story so much. Tchu' all hopin' for anyways?)
(Explanation A.N - (Last Chapter) - When in Karasuba's dream state, Saitama says, "The Game Has Changed." I'd like to point out that Saitama wasn't the one that actually said this. It's more like a psychological link between them both and how she can pass on her thoughts and stuff as dreams. It just so happened that the manifestation of his strength literally TOLD her that he's able to change the fundamentals of the 'Game of gods.')
Regular Speech: "Seki-somethin' plan? What's that?"
Thoughts or Accentuation: What do you know, this place isn't that boring...
Serious Speech or Accentuation: "Did someone say Discount?"
Serious Thought or Accentuation: If these weirdos keep getting in my way, I'll miss the Sale!
(ON WITH IT THEN!)
A Deal With The Devil
Realization has come to the Black Bird
Unknown is the action that she will take
A single operative of M.B.I is the deciding factor
Will her choices from here on lead the virtual Embodiment of Strength on a path of Destruction?
Or of Salvation?
(Karasuba)
(After Awakening)
Her eyes flew open in panic, a cold sweat visibly painting almost every inch of her face.
Mind still trying to figure out exactly what she had just woken up from, memories of the dream still being pieced together in a fuzzy haze.
It had taken a good minute to collect herself, a shallow breath was released from her mouth.
After almost everything had been puzzled back together, she stood on her bare feet as fast as possible and quickly searched around the small apartment, not caring for anything else.
Not where her clothes were lying, not the sword that lay undisturbed near the door at the entrance, nor noticing the other inhabitant of the abode lying literally three feet away from her.
She moved hastily out of the room where she had not been asleep moments ago and into a seemingly smaller hallway than the room she left.
She opened the first door to her left, nothing but cook-ware, she closed, slammed really, the door. A loud, wood on wood sound reverberated from the walls, but Karasuba didn't care about the slight disturbance.
She rushed a little more down the hall.
She opened the second door in the hallway, closest to the entrance door, and finally found what she was looking for.
The Bathroom!
Without hesitation she practically threw herself into the room, ignoring the door that was left swung open.
She quickly found the object of her current want, a mirror above the bathroom sink.
The first thing that she locked onto with her eyes was her face's reflection.
...And she stayed like that...eyes wide...mouth slightly agape in an unexpected, almost horrific fashion...
...W...W-What's wrong with my face?...
T-This has to be some sort of sick joke right?...
There's no way in hell...no...NO...I REFUSE!
Why is The Black Bird of M.B.I acting in this way, you may ask?
Well my dear reader, there is something that you must know, two things in actuality, that make up the thought process of Ms. Karasuba.
First things first, she hates anything that she deems weak...No that's a lie...She LOATHES anything that comes close to her description of weak, with a murderous passion.
The second? Well, why not look at what Ms. Karasuba is so vehemently denying?
The one thing that drew her attention more than anything was the deep shade of red that colored her soft white cheeks.
She liked seeing red things on her, she would admit...blood that it.
She would crave for her enemies blood, to an extent...her own.
If her blood was spilled that meant that a worthy opponent had appeared.
But never...NEVER in this way had she ever hated her own body and blood!
In the mind of Karasuba, only the weak depend on others. She hated the weak. That is why she never wanted help.
It is also why she hated any Ashikabi and Sekirei that would find each other and pair up with one another.
It was a sign that they were too weak to be an independent individual.
She would sooner slay her sisters of Sekirei than to watch them give in to their weakness.
But her?
MEEEEE?!
"RAAAAAAAHHHHH!"
Shards of glass soon made their way spread across the floor, a few into the toilet, the bathtub, mostly in the sink.
While a few tried to pierce her fist that had meanly broken the mirror, they weren't strong enough for the challenge, and therefore fell with their fallen brethren.
She held the sides of the sink in a death grip and was pleased when both sides groaned and cracked slightly.
Her head was looking down into the sink where the shards had gathered an begun to have a mental battle with herself.
How is this possible?! I am Strong! I don't need a pathetic, weak Human! Who the hell could I possibly need?!
The war she waged in her mind was so great that she hadn't noticed the faint sound of ruffling, and a morning moan.
AHW! THIS IS ALL THAT FOUR EYE'S FAULT! Probably tricking me! I'M GONNA KILL HIM!
She could see it now...slowly lopping every limb off his body and savoring every scream his scrawny neck allowed him!
All leading to the moment she-!?
"Um...Excuse me...?"
Her eyes opened, and her head twisted to the right at top speeds.
Her anger dissipated and was replaced with something a little more...inexpiable.
(Saitama)
(Literally a nanosecond after that beautiful door of his smashed against that beautiful kitchen wall of his)
Saitama was a simple man.
Same as any other person of this world. (Of course that's a bloody lie but just bear with me)
He, just any other ORDINARY person in the world would awaken if a loud sound had awoken them from their dreams.
He ALMOST smashed his right fist against his UN-RUNG time clock. It didn't take him long to process that it wasn't ringing.
So instead he sat up, yawned, stretched his back, turned off the clock that was set to ring about 15 or so minutes from now, and got up.
Hmm? Strange...
The dream he was sure strange. It was another fight with a cool rock lava monster.
A silver haired chick sorta jumped in from outta no-where until he remembered that it was actually that girl that he helped out after she-
tried to mug me...right...
Anyway, it blacked out after that so he shrugged his shoulders and looked down to his so called, 'Roommate.'
But found that she was missing...?
He looked to his left to see the clothes that had been bunched up in the corner of the room, as well as the door that was apparently left open leading into the hallway, that let him see that the sword was still there...
As well as another open door.
Something up with my house today or something? Or is it just me?
He closes every door every night, so why would they be-
Oh yeah cause the woman is gone and she probably woke me up and opened the doors...yeah...
As you can see...Saitama is a genius.
He made his way to the hallway door-
"RAAAAAAAHHHHH!"
before he heard a loud, angry scream and glass shattering and cracking.
He narrowed his eyes and quickly but stealthily (as possible for a guy that's never tried) made his way to his bathroom where the noise was made.
When he peered into the open bathroom to scope out whatever it was that was happening...
His face went a little blank.
Does this woman have problems?
He wasn't sure if she was still mentally stable after she fainted, or if she was mentally sane in the first place.
So instead of spooking her anymore, he put on the most calming face he's sworn he's ever worn and said in a small, smooth, but noticeable voice,
"Um...Excuse me...?"
He was relieved when she stopped threatening to split the sink in half, a little concerned both for the woman's health and his sink's.
A little creeped out the way she turned at him a little too fast and looked, in his description, 'like someone who has some problems.'
But her facial features calmed down to a mixture of shock, confusion, realization, and ended in what he would later say was fear.
(3rd Person POV)
In Karasuba's Mind - Shock that she wasn't alone, Confused about the situation, realizes that she fainted and woke up in what is likely her...'destined one''s home...and remembered the fact that he was the reason that she fainted.
She still felt a prick of that aura that he showed her...some...time ago?
How long had she been out for?
With that realistic dream it almost felt like a couple days...
Thankfully he answered question, even though she didn't voice it.
He looked at her with worry, a sweat drop when he saw the violation of his bathroom, which he would in fact store away to hound her over for payment, but was rather more focused on her.
"You alright? Sorta had me worried there when ya up and passed out yesterday. Seems like you had a fever or something..."
He started to sweat even more
What the hell am I supposed to say, I brought her to my house when she was knocked out?! That I stripped her clothes off?!
No wait, she started this! She tried to mug me! I'm right she's wrong!...But...Still...Potential rape is a lot worse than Potential mugging.
I'd never do something like that! But would the police believe me?!
He compared his options and swished them around in his head. He went from the outcome of him and the woman, but settled back on himself because he really only cares about if he gets arrested right now.
Yeah I can't see how I'd be the one on top if we take this to court.
Women always win when it comes to stuff like this.
I'm a sketchy bald man that lives in a deserted town in a run down apartment with low rent without a professional job.
She's probably not that good off either since she tried to steal my stuff, but that doesn't matter.
What matters is what looked like what happened...
Remembering the clothes that are wrapped up in the corner of the living room, the sword in the hallway, as well as the fact that there was a large amount of sweat covering the futon he lent her for the night...
That's definitely a crime-rape scene straight out of a TV Show!
So even if it isn't true, I look like I disarmed her, knocked her out, carried her to a closed off place in the town, in my apartment where I took off most of her clothes, and-
"You...Do you...plan to kill me?"
Thankfully with the silence of Saitama thinking about ways of how to not be charged with Rape and be imprisoned for more than 60 years, Karasuba had a good while to compose herself and her thoughts enough to try and get one of the most important answers she could think of.
He could have already done so...so why hadn't he?
She had obviously tried to kill him?
The strong triumph over the weak, right?
It hit her in the gut...like straight in the gut...like how you feel when you lie in bend and your stomach starts churning for no reason.
Yeah that kind...all because she had to acknowledge someone that wasn't Miya to be stronger than her.
"Wha-? No! What're you talking about?"
He finally snapped out of his silence when he heard the question, and became immediately defensive for whatever reason.
Karasuba looked down and muttered,
"I...tried...to kill you."
It especially hurt her when she uttered the word 'tried,' but carried on.
Saitama took this differently.
She looks like she's still sick...and must be scared about what's going on...though I'M the one that's scared...SHOULDN'T I BE ANGRY AT HER?!
Pushing aside the want to yell at her and tell her to pay up front for all the damage she's caused, he'd just ease his way into that later.
Basically, a way to NOT get arrested.
"Ah. Don't worry about it. Happens all the time."
Saitama said this both in a relief, and a bit of a happy tone.
Which unknowingly sends the wrong message to Ms. Karasuba.
Message being - "You're not the first."
To her...it was a death threat. And the calming face he wore was like that of Miya's and her Hanya mask.
Except instead of a demon...all she could see was the Devil ready to have it's next meal.
Truly she was at this time, terrified of the unknown.
"No seriously, don't worry about it...just come sit down in the living room, I'll clean up hear." He gave her a reassuring smile before stepping out of the door way and lifting his left arm to the end of the hallway into the living room.
She didn't want to tick him off so she complied, her head felt really woozy as she realized that the over-all pressure of the connection between them was developing into harsh boundaries.
Her face was probably as red as a tomato right now.
"Oh and uh- your clothes are in the living room! Just look to your left when you enter!"
She heard him from the bathroom where he's cleaning up her 'mess'
She enters the living room and true to his words, there were her clothes, wrapped up in a small ball in the corner.
She sighs at her luck.
Wrinkly clothes is something I never liked.
She proceeded to slip on her thigh-highs and all other parts of her apparel before sitting on the floor in the seiza position next to the futon she had been sleeping on and noticed that there was a small bucket of water and a few cloths that were soaked.
She didn't think much of it.
...Until she had to since the fuzziness in her head wasn't going away so she had to think of something.
She took into regard everything that had happened after she passed out. All the way up to her waking up.
A bucket of water, multiple cloths...he de-clothed me...more than likely noticed my...condition...wait...
Her mind then picked up once more.
With what I can see...He saw my face...believed me to have fainted under the circumstances of me being in the middle of a fever.
And...tried to help me?
Why would he do that?
You don't care for your enemies...you KILL them!
Her mind began to hurt once more...this time she knew it wasn't from something external.
Even though she wasn't used to being what is called 'In heat'
She knew the symptoms.
(Winging for Dummies)
The 'winging' process between a Sekirei and an Ashikabi is said to be a relationship that transcends the norm.
As in the connection was heavily concentrated on all realms.
Mental, Emotional, Psychological...
and Physical.
If you are in close contact with your 'Ashikabi' and are not winged within a certain time boundary, then the effects of the 'pull' of the connection multiplies.
As in it literally starts to torture you psychologically until you officially make the connection true by 'winging' the Sekirei by sharing DNA.
Which is basically, a kiss.
(Back in the apartment)
Saitama is just about done cleaning up the royal mess that the woman had made.
He never really needed to worry about caution or safety after those years of absolute hell of a training montage.
So he just casually picks up the glass and throws it in the garbage.
Sometimes a little annoyed when the little pieces would evade him.
He never liked little nuisances.
Especially mosquitoes...man I hate mosquitoes.
When all was said and done in the bathroom, doing a once over to make sure that there wasn't anything he missed, he made his way to the living room.
And made a detour into the kitchen once he remembered that he had pre-prepared some instant noodles for the both of them.
Once he entered he looked into the living room to see the woman-
I need to learn her name-
-dressed and sitting down next the futon he quickly threw down last night for her.
When he made sure she wouldn't be any more of a problem besides still looking red in the face, he begun cooking the noodles by first preparing some hot water.
About five and a half minutes later, they were ready.
He brought them out of the kitchen and sat down across from the futon that she was sitting by so they could be sitting face-to-face.
She seemed to be thinking about something, a little too hard if she hadn't noticed him yet.
That or she tried to ignore him.
"Hey. Hello?" He said questioningly to try and bring her out of her, unknown to him, musings about her hate for a potential partner.
She opened her eyes, thankfully a little more normally than the way she did so in the bathroom.
She looked a little reluctant and beat-down like she just had a confrontation with herself.
When he saw that he had her attention, he continued, "Uh. Here...In case your hungry."
She raised her eyebrow in confusion and looked at what he offered.
A small cup of instant noodles.
From what she could piece together, he was whether he knew it consciously or not, taking care of his would be killer.
She just didn't care whatever happened at this point, she just went with the flow and hoped that she wouldn't upset him.
"...Thanks."
Slowly but surely she reached out and grabbed the noodles and reeled her arm back just as slowly so that her face was directly over it.
He handed her some chopsticks as well that he placed right in front of her knee so she could pick it up.
After that, he began to eat his without a care in the world.
Karasuba on the other hand just stared into the cup of noodles as if it were the most interesting thing she'd ever seen.
He was halfway through when he noticed the unopened chopsticks and the still steaming cup of noodles that were untouched.
He resolved himself at this time to try and be more friendly and conversational.
"Um...I'm guessing that you don't like instant noodles?" He said it with a bit of a hop in his voice, like he was voicing it in a joking manner. I mean who DOESN'T like instant noodles?!
"Oh. No. No don't worry. Just thinking." After she looked back up to see the very slight, almost invisible smile he had on his face, she picked up the chopsticks he had offered and delicately unwrapped and started to delicately eat the small meal with an air of elegance.
Something Saitama had never seen before.
Yeah sure he'd eaten tons of instant noodles, he never treated it like a five star meal though.
"What's your name anyway? It's a little irritating to just call you woman in my head every-time."
She ceased her five-star meal elegance mid bite and looked into his eyes as if searching for something, and when finding nothing but friendly banter, she answered,
"Karasuba."
Saitama sighed, at least he was getting somewhere.
"My name's Saitama, nice to meet you."
She nodded her head.
"Nice to meet you too. Sorry for all of...that...yesterday."
Her expression seemed...expressionless...but at least she was talking more now.
"Ah. Like I said, don't worry about it. A lot of people have tried doing me in, but nothing really works anymore."
That just seemed to sour the mood.
She looked down once more.
Trying to keep her talking, he continued.
"What's up with that massive fever too? I know I shouldn't give you hot food, you look like you can manage, but it almost looks like it could become dangerous. You need me to take you to a doctor?"
She raised her eyes once more, "I know a doctor that could fix this. I don't think any doctor around here could fix this...fever of mine."
Even if I could get that monkey to fix me. I don't think I can hold out. My...HEAD!
(Karasuba's Mind)
In the current moment of right now, in Karasuba's mind, there was a fierce battle still ongoing while she talked to her would-be executioner and would-be Ashikabi.
On one side, was the part of her that wanted to stop the winging at all costs, such as leaping at the man and either having him kill her or kill herself.
On the other side, which is winning by the way, is the not-so-part-of-her-that's-sorta-being-forced-through-the-potential-connection that wanted to be winged by the omnipotent, strong entity that sat in front of her.
If you didn't catch the explanation about the potency of the connection in the last few chapters, then here it is:
The stronger correlation of the Ashikabi to the Sekirei is measured by the standards of both in all realms described earlier, Mental, Physical, Psychological, and Emotional.
The Mental part may not be so apt, as in, Saitama didn't think about murdering everything everyday.
The Psychological part was an iffy since they both wanted a challenge. Saitama can't find one and craves for it. Karasuba can find one but she doesn't want to risk dying by Miya's sword.
The Emotional is inter-tangled by both mental and Psychological, and with the fact that Saitama is the epitome of 'Without-Emotion' with very, VERY few exceptions. While Karasuba is the same just with many, MANY more exceptions on her part.
But for the Physical...well...
Let's say this:
If this were a dating sim and the four realms were bars that would fill. And if one bar filled all the way then you would win the mini-game and go on a date.
The Mental bar showed just a sliver.
The Psychological was about a third way's there give or take.
The Emotional was just about half way there.
But The Physical completely took it away.
It didn't matter what the correlation between the two people were.
The overwhelming strength of Saitama completely blew the cap off the bar, and it was an endless spewing, it just never ended.
The Sekirei's system tried to fix the problem, but it couldn't.
It tried mitigating the source of the Strength.
When it even dared to touch that source, an error occurred that just made it worse.
The Sekirei's system completely gave up.
It couldn't do anything.
You can try and half infinity, but it'll still be infinity.
That was what the system diagnosed the Sekirei's overdosed state was.
The Ashikabi in front of her was literally, in ever sense, Too Strong for her.
Every fight she'd tried to win against the winging system just lost her ground and was continuously being backed into a corner.
It'd only be a matter of time before she lost and gave in to what the system wanted.
To be Winged.
The time until the winging occurred?
That depended on the Iron will of the Sekirei in question, and the Ashikabi that started all of this in the first place.
(Outside Apartment)
They had talked for a good 30 minutes about different things, questions being thrown from Saitama, the newly dubbed Karasuba answering them, and her working up the courage to ask questions back.
From him asking her what city she lived in, what she normally did (Which she answered as 'Office Worker') and ended up understanding the lengths at which she went that ended up making her faint that day.
He himself would never mug someone as an office worker, even on his baddest of days. But he wasn't so sure about other people that didn't have his resolve to become the strongest Hero.
He also questioned if the doctor was in this, "Shinto Teito," which he had only barely remembered hearing about. Some newly renovated city or something.
Her answer was "Yes."
He asked her if she had a way to get back there instead of walking, and mentally slapped himself when he though of it.
She's still got a fever! What the hell am I thinking! Even if she had a car, she'd probably crash and die the moment she got on the highway!
After that he asked her if she could call someone to come pick her up, which she pulled an earpiece from one of her jacket's pockets.
Definitely an office worker.
After that she had started asking questions about his life, minor things.
Near the end she mentioned his bald head, and he winced.
She said her sorry's and continued on, him reassuring her that it was just a touchy subject.
But right after that she mentioned where he lived and a bulb lit up in his head.
He said that she'd have to pay for the reparation for his precious bathroom and kitchen door, as well as his wonderful groceries that he still remembered.
She nodded in acceptance.
She became silent and started to think in her mind, and something started to cook up.
A scheme that could very well screw everything up.
And if she was going to be dragged into this winging, she'd at least drag as many as she could with her.
Even if in the back of her mind, unconsciously, she only wanted him to herself, she didn't know it. But it pained her to think of others being winged by the same man, she said it was the stupid system affecting her, which in all seriousness, was.
She awoke from her musing and brought an idea up to his attention.
"How about...I hire a crew to come clean up your house and maybe touch it up a little. In the meantime, while they're working and installing the new ware, you could accompany me to Shinto Teito. You don't have to worry about where you stay, I can take care of that."
His mind went in two different ways.
One: This could be blackmail, but it didn't seem like she'd do something like that, but she still had that rape thing that she could pin on him, which worked his nerves.
Two: New stuff for free, possibly not get arrested, won't have to pay rent as long as I'm with her, I don't have to worry about paying for wherever I'm dropped of at.
The only thing that pricked his mind was,
"Why me, exactly?" he pointed out.
She thought he'd asked so she prepared, "Well for starters, the one I'm calling to come pick me up is someone that the company just sends over. I don't know them at all.
I at least know you a little. So I feel more safe with you than the person that arrives here."
He thought the reasoning was sound, even if it really was abusing the time they spent talking to each other as a way to justify the fact that she feels safer with him instead.
His mind went directly for whatever was better for himself while also making sure that this wasn't some sort of scam of some kind.
When he mulled it over he came up with his final answer.
"Okay."
But also had to ask just one more question
"So...when're they supposed to get here? Tomorrow?"
This sounded a little funny to Karasuba because he didn't know of the technological superiority of the vehicles that would come and go out of M.B.I. That was a given though because he didn't know anything about it.
"Actually, no, they should arrive in around another hour."
Saitama had heard some things in his life, he's done the impossible, he'd never thought that driving such distances in such amount of time was ridiculous, but instead he shrugged his shoulders.
Reckless driving was bad, but I guess it's okay if the company cared enough to come get her.
Though apparently not enough to pay her a good amount for her to not to resort to violent actions.
As he shrugged, she did a once over of him once more, taking in the yellow unassuming shirt he wore, the tanned shorts, and the flip flops.
Yeah they'd definitely guess that he'd be some sorta contender in the game if he shows up like a commoner would.
They wouldn't voice it unless they wanted me to kill them, but they'd inform their superiors which would travel to that damned Minaka.
"Before we go. We need to do something with...how your dressed."
He raised an eyebrow in a very questioning way, "What's wrong with what I have now?"
He asked as he pinched the brim of his shirt and looked at it in a sad way, wondering what was wrong with it.
"Nothing really, it's just that the company that I work for has a policy: No suit, No Service." she answered with confidence.
Of course this was complete BS and was internally sweating whether he'd believe her or not.
M.B.I really did like their suits so she wasn't technically lying since they'd ask to check your I.D if you showed up in regular attire.
But if he had formal ware on and told the armed escort that he was with her, then they'd at least have been less suspicious of his origins.
Who'd really question the decisions of M.B.I's Black Bird? Those that had a death wish. That's who.
Besides Miya. That's the only exception...and Saitama.
Saitama nodded his head as he thought back to the time he was still working for a company.
Not one soul in the company had every had regular attire. Everyone wore suits and ties.
If you were feeling daring, a bow tie.
The only other thing besides that was when some other employees were going to their car and flipped on some sport shades.
Those were the ones who believed that they had a calling in life.
He admits that he was jealous of their outlook on life.
Until he just stopped caring at least.
When he nodded, Karasuba smiled and said, "Well we better hurry. We have less than 56 minutes."
She turned around and started running to a part in the city she had seen about around the time she was stalking him around near the grocery store.
She looked back and was pleased he was able to keep up.
"I'm not paying though! You still owe me!" he said in an exasperated manner while running behind her.
She laughed to herself, If it weren't near life threatening I'd call him a cheapskate.
Around 5 minutes of sprinting later and Saitama being concerned if she should be running while still under the weather, they arrived at a clothing store.
Ironically named, "Suit Shop," in a bold yet curvy gold signature
When they entered, they were greeted by the sight of a few tropical plants, Black carpet, Black walls, which were laden with suits, many other men and women around.
Saitama greeted the woman that sat at a checkout desk in the front as they passed by her.
The woman greeted them in kind, "Hello there! Are you coming in to pick up an order? Or will you be in need of a new suit today?"
Karasuba didn't want to cause a scene by snarling at the woman so she instead, with all her might, strained a fake smile and gestured to Saitama.
"No, but we do need to pick up a suit today. If you could please have his measurements taken, then that would be nice." It wasn't exactly clenched teeth or barred fangs, but a good eye could tell she was holding back a good bit of anger.
"This way then, good sir!" the receptionist proudly made her way and gestured for Saitama to follow her.
They reached a row of curtains that led into multiple small rooms with a mannequin and a big mirror that covered the back wall.
"If you could please wait here then an employee will be with you shortly to make your measurements." she brightly smiled
"Thank you very much Ma'am" He smiled back and sat down on one of the red luxury seats.
About two minutes of looking around the little room behind the curtain and another woman dressed in an all black dress-suit.
"Alright. So before we get started, what kind of suit would you like? The material? The primary color? The secondary color? The undershirt? The Tie?"
She said this while making him stand up and in front of the mirror.
What you say and what you do are two different things lady.
A lone but large bead of sweat made it's way down his shiny head.
"Uhm...I've never been good with fashion...so could you just do all of that for me? Just...something...professional?" He didn't know a lick of fashion, he used to wear a suit 24/7, but after that, his sense of fashion went 'Ka-puut!'
The eyes of the lady in black, that was actively taking his measurements, sparkled like stars.
"Your asking me to make your suit?" The woman looked confused before she remembered the woman that he had come in with.
"It's like that is it?" The woman had a knowing face.
"Is it for a special night? Meeting the parents maybe?" The woman had a Cheshire grin.
Saitama looked at her like she was asking what cheese looked like (I don't know why I said this, I couldn't think of anything else.)
"Uh...no...it's not like that. At all. More like a...uh, business trip." the smile on the woman didn't fade.
She'd seen that other woman's face and was sure that she was. in her words, 'Ready for it.'
"Suuuuure." She winked and gave him yet another look.
"No, seriously." He was starting to get irritated.
(Suit Shop)
(15 Minutes later)
So after awhile, Saitama had gotten his measurements taken, had a color scheme and exotic materials chosen, and Karasuba was having a mental debate whether she could hold out anymore.
She gave up on trying to fight it back, she was really just trying to resist as best she could on lunging through those curtains and making him hers.
Yes, indeed. It had gotten that bad.
In the span of her waking up to now, it is now becoming that torturous.
The lady in black had come in and out of the curtained room a few times to gather materials.
One or two times she caught a glimpse of the man that made her this way and had half wanted to strangle him and half wanted to...well you get it.
To put it simply, even if she were to be winged, there were a few knots that had to be worked out for her to completely accept this.
The winging had endowed her with the slightest bit of affection for the would-be Ashikabi.
The only thing that it needed to grow was the actual action of her being winged.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, the lady in black stepped out of the red curtained room and turned to face her.
"From the decision of a woman's taste, I believe that you would find the selection is rather...promising." she smiled and pulled the curtains back to reveal the man.
It was Saitama. In a Suit. (What is this blasphemy?!)
"Specially, custom tailored and suited from one of our archived suits matching his measurements, I present you, The Professional."
Saitama stepped out into the open and had drawn the eyes of many other customers, seeing as how there weren't many custom tailored suits these days. Usually they were all pick up and go suits.
The primary color of the fitted suit was a pure, sleek silver over a white undershirt. Suit pants of the same color as the open suit jacket.
A Black belt strapped across the lower waist, holding up the tight fitted pants and tucked in undershirt, a solid gold buckle locking it in place.
Black, shiny, pointed formal smart shoes adorned his feet.
The suit jacket's lone pocket contained an orange handkerchief.
The tie was the same tint of orange as the handkerchief, it swayed a little even though there was barely any wind in the store.
The suit jacket held three silver flat buttons, each with Golden engraved 'S''s in them.
The material and metals all shipped from one of the more well reserved cities.
The metals themselves from an exclusive big business shipment from Metal Knight.
And the material for the suit itself came from a business man that sold exotic, soft, yet highly tensile in strength from deceased monsters.
Everyone was in a brief state of awe.
Indeed they had seen such expensive looking clothes on others before.
But never around this city.
Only the rich could afford such suits.
Saitama had no idea what these people were gawking at.
If only he'd known that the shop that they'd walked into only served the high-life.
Instead of the third rate suit that he'd thought he'd get, he instead got a one of the most expensive suits that had ever came out of City Z's tailored wares.
Karasuba had to admit, he looked good. Almost...sexy...damn it all.
She looked up at his face and deadpanned.
Until you look at his eyes.
They were still their pinprick of brown eyes that you'd normally see on a regular basis if you were to know Saitama at all.
"Can I get a pair of Black tinted shades?" she asked to the lady in black who we'll call Sheryl from now on.
Sheryl nodded to Karasuba and went on her way into the backroom where everything is stored.
Before she forgot another important thing, "Oh and some gloves to match the suit."
Sheryl turned around and nodded once more before disappearing in the backroom.
Shortly after returning with the objects that were asked for and handed them to Saitama.
Who put on the gloves first, which were lined shadow black.
And then the professional Black Shaded glasses.
After that everything changed.
The entire atmosphere around Saitama had changed.
It wasn't the normal feeling that you'd get from some other person in the room with you that had a suit on.
Their was a serious aura that drenched the air around Saitama.
She'd finally figured out that, if you couldn't see the boorish looking eyes he had, and covered him in an attire that warranted respect, then he would simply change.
There was no more unassuming man that would melt into the background.
If she were to put it into a common language where the humans around her would understand.
Then she'd say he looked like a Man that carried contracts of death, or a Hitman.
But her, personally, would say he indeed looked threatening.
But not just on the level that these monkeys put him on.
See had seen what he really was first hand.
So instead of a Hitman, she'd say-
He looks like the devil behind a mask and a well tailored suit.
She smiled. She was very satisfied.
And honestly a little bit more flustered and horny (It's the system I swear).
The faces of the many women there were also tinged pink.
The other men that were in a relationship with those women would always resent the man named Saitama from that day on-wards.
(A.N - Please give me any suggestions so that I may mull over them! Oh and I'll try and update more frequently!)
(For sure - Minato WON'T be in the story. If he is then he will INDEED be a side character without any Sekirei. Saitama's gonna need a bigger barrel for all the fish he's gonna reel in so sorry!)
(Review at your own Risk! Criticism appreciated. Also if you see any errors then please point them out! I don't want any of them to come and bite me later!)