Fated Fight |Kengan Ashura| |Reader Insert|

Family

"What the hell are you doing, Y/n?!"
Hera sent you flying into a concrete wall, pain hitting every one of your body's nerves.

"You think your opponent's going to wait for you to focus?!" She walked over to you, grabbing your collar and shoving you back against it. You forced blood out from your mouth, body throbbing. "They're not going to waste their breath. Either you get into Overload instantly, or you die!" You clawed at her wrist, but she didn't budge.

"Hera, dear."
Athena was a gentler woman with physical combat. Less brutal. She helped you focus on your mental strength and energy. Conditioning your mind to withstand anything. Hera was more into physical things, than anything.

"What, Athena?" The older woman called back, still not taking her scalding eyes off of you.

"Let the child go, dear. She's only six. Her strength will come with age." Athena's voice was soft, and soothing. Merely hearing it made you forget about the pain Hera put you through.

"She'll never learn anything by the time she's eighty, then."

"Hera," Athena warned. Eyes narrowing, the pressure around your throat was released, and you fell down to the ground, coughing.

"Child." Athena kneeled down to you, placing a hand on your head. "Hera is right, though. Your Overload can't take more than an instance to activate. We can give you the materials, but you have to hone it yourself."
She stood, taking you up into her arms. She'll patch you up inside.

"Your strength does not come from your bloodline or teaching, but from here." She poked your forehead. "Please, don't forget that."

~
You knew from the start you were estranged. Estranged from your family and from other people. Estranged from your bloodline, especially. You've met a few incredible people down the line, though.
You were sitting on the run-down floor of the old abandoned house, whittling a piece of wood. It was all you could do as of right now. Ohma wasn't home. Not yet.

'Hm?' You stopped moving your hands.

'... someone's outside.' You stood, facing the front doors. They creaked open immediately afterward. Three males poked their heads in and looked around. When the middle one spotted you, his entire face lit up in a lewd smile.

"Aw, sweet!! Who knew abandoned buildings came with a hot chick!" His two friends stepped inside, and your mental alarm went off.

"Who are you?" You asked, throwing the knife and piece of wood to the floor. The three men looked at each other.

"Well... you see now, we got lost... and we were hoping for some directions," the one said with a smile. Your eyes narrowed at them.

'Liars.' You thought, noticing how his body language slightly caved in. The hunch of his shoulders, the rubbing of his neck. Obvious signs of lying. Still, you decided to play their game.

"Oh? Where were you hoping to go?" You asked, calling their bluff.

"Uh... well, you see, we were hiking, and-"

"Hiking in the forest with no trail?" You interrupted, "I'm sure you could do that if you wanted to die." The three men walked up to you. They were not huge bodybuilders, but their physical frame was much larger than yours.

"Listen." The middle one pulled you in by your waist. "How about you forget about that shitty excuse, and make our time worthwhile?" He bent his head to your level, smiling. You didn't like that smile. You stared back at him blankly.

"Sorry, I don't have time for that right now," you said, beginning to pull away. He only pulled you in tighter and the other two blocked you in on the other side.

"Oh, come on... don't you want to have a little fun?"

"Fun?" You repeated.

"Yeah, fun."

"Hm... I see." Your eyes lit up. "Then, let's have lots of fun!" You struck him under his chin with your palm, sending him flying away from you. You spun around and jumped onto the second one, wrapping your legs around his neck. Using your arms, you twisted his head and neck in a full 360-degree rotation. You moved onto the third one, getting low to the ground, arm reeled back. Clenching your fist, you connected it to his abdomen. With a little dab of strength, you sent him flying through the window, shattering the glass and damaging the frame. He got lost in the brush meters away. You let out a breath and pulled up your sleeve.

'2.06 seconds.' You thought, staring down at your watch.

'... too slow.'

"Huh?"
You looked up to see Ohma standing there, eyes scanning over the two unconscious bodies.

"What the hell happened here?" He asked, striding past them.

"Oh, they just stumbled into this place and tried to assault me, is all," you replied picking up your knife and piece of wood. You turned your head to look at him, noticing a cut across his cheek.

"The hell happened to you? Get into another fight?"
He sat down with a sigh, gently touching the wound.

"Yeah. Some big dude in a back alley."
You sighed.

"You know, with some of the descriptions you give, it sounds like you're in a porno." You sat down in front of him, pulling out a silver case from under a rotting plank.

"I won, though," he said, watching you pour antiseptic on a small cotton ball.

"Well, yeah," you said, dabbing the cut. He didn't even flinch. "Your style of fighting isn't exactly like backstreet fighting." You threw the cotton ball over your shoulder and dabbed some ointment on it to help it heal quicker.

"Some old guy saw me," he said. Your brows raised slightly, but your expression didn't change.

"Yeah? What'd he do?"

"Just watched me. He asked me for my name. Got the shit scared out of him."

"Did you give him your name?" You asked.

"Yeah. He gave me his, too."

"What is it?"

"Yamashita Kazuo."
You let out a gentle sigh and closed the case, putting it back on the floor.

"This is why I don't like you going into town alone. Fighting some dude in a back alleyway while you're giving a poor old man a heart attack. Have some sympathy." You stood and walked away from him.

"It's not my fault."
You waved over your shoulder.

"Yeah, yeah, I know."

~
"How the hell did I get here?" You murmured to yourself. You and Ohma were walking down a clean, expensive hallway of a well-known company. You didn't know exactly how this transpired. You were with Ohma in your house, and the next thing you knew you were riding in a fancy car to the city.

"Don't ask me."

"I wasn't," you retorted, "Besides, it's your fault. You beat the shit out of the dude that was supposed to represent the company in Kengan matches."

"As if I knew. He was just some punk who wanted to fight."

"Ugh," you groaned, face palming, "I guess it's my fault too, for sticking around with you."

Ja ne!

{Ruby Red}