You Again [Misha/Seri]

[Seri Winchester]

It had been three day since Seri and Misha had parted ways. During that time, she had been avoiding him like no tomorrow; going so far as to duck under bushes whenever he might have been near. Her feeling guilty the entire time she avoided him, just made her more determinded to stay away.

In normal circumstances, Seri would have thought the very idea was cowardly. Yet it wasn't under normal circumstances and she wasn't exactly running away from him.

She just simply....Needed time to think things through before she challenged him again. That was all. She wasn't hiding or running away from some guy, that was just proposterous.

Misha was really strange, though.

He made her feel things she wasn't suppose to feel. Like right now as she traveled in the forest. She felt dirty. Guilty especially. Just dirty and guilty.

Absolutely absurd. Since when has she ever been guilty about not talking to someone?

Since Misha, apparently.

The very idea made her scowl in confusion.

Ever since she came to camp, she spoke rarely to anyone unless it was crucial and even then she had been rude and distant. Yet when she talked to Misha, she had not only conversed with him but even teased him. Hell, she even almost told him about her mother.

Her loving and dear mother....

No, She wasn't suppose to act like that around anyone. Seri was a cold, hard, warrior. That was what people were suppose to view her as, not some teasing girl that trips over her own feet over a compliment.

The only reason, Seri assured herself, that she had been nice at all to Misha was because he was good with a sword and had entertained her in a battle.

Misha's sword in hand, Seri tightened her grip on the hilt watching the sword gleam in the moonlight.

It was a really beautiful sword; it had a blade purest of silver with a gleaming light blue hue in the moonlight. With clouds and ancient greek prayers engraved on it in the blade it was exceptional to look at.

The guard was styled to resemble a pair of angel wings, inlaid with a white and gold-colored material. There was no way she could give it back, it was hers now.

Coming into a forest clearing she let out a small huff of frustration. She hadn't found a single monster yet. It was strange since from her experience most monsters loved prowling the dark of night.

Though, the night was still very young and the moon had barely risen into the night sky. She still had plenty of time to hunt something.

Sheathing her sword, Seri carefully made her way towards a moonlit stream, watching with a smile as a trout jumped out of the water before disappearing into the clear depths. It was incredibly peaceful and she found herself settling down next to a huge weeping willow watching the stars.

It had been a long time since she had just paused to stare up at the sky. Maybe she wouldn't hunt today afterall. Maybe tomorrow.

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[Misha Bozhkov]

Misha woke up to whispering. The voice was lovely almost enchanting. He couldn't quite make out the words but there was a very strong urge to go out for a walk accompanied with them. He wasn't sure what to do until he saw the moon through his cabin window.

Hopping up Misha grabbed a pair of jeans from the side table. He strapped on his sheath attached on his back like a quiver. He had designed it for comfort and durability unlike other sheaths made this way. Misha reached for his sword that he spent the last three days finishing. It was as light and strong as his last but he made this one specifically for himself. He sheathed it and snuck out the door.

Misha knew it was forbidden to go outside of your cabin after dark. With all the monsters that have been lurking around lately that rule was enforced even more. Against his better judgment he listened to the urges accompanied with the wordless whispers. They were leading him into the North Forest.

Misha was wondering about the whispers now. They could be the calling of a monster. He was coming up to a clearing caused by a stream. Misha was just about to unsheath his sword when he saw what was leading him here.

Sitting by the stream by a large willow tree was Seri. She was stareing at the sword hw had given her. Misha hadn't seen hide nor hair of Seri since he punched that Apollo guy 3 days ago. He had been wondering about her. Actually he missed her.

Misha acknowledged the divine help he had received. Aphrodite must be in a giving mood. He would make his offering to her tonight. He hoped that would not anger his father.

He didnt want to startle Seri but he quietly made his way over to the tree, which he was almost positive was a demi-dryads home. Before announcing himself he made sure he wasn't in swinging distance.

"Hello again." Misha greeted in his thick Russian accent. He leaned lightly on the willow tree.

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[Seri Winchester]

Seri let out a long content sigh. Everything was just so peaceful, it was intoxicating. To an extent, it was almost nostalgic, this peacefulness.

She hadn't felt this way since her mother was alive. She remembered how they use to just talk whenever she had her good days in the hospital. It never was even anything important. Just random chit-chat about T.V. shows or humorous yet lame jokes.

Those had been the highlights of Seri's day back then.

A small smile graced her lips. Only ever good memories.

"Hello again." A familiar Russian voice drawled out behind her startling her out of her thoughts immediately.

Cursing loudly, Seri quickly scrambled to her feet turning with wide eyes to glare at Misha in shock.

"What are yo-How did you- No, how long have you been standing there?" She cried clearly flustered, and more importantly, embarrassed that he had creeped up on her without her knowing.

What the heck was he doing out here? Seri had thought everyone in camp had been asleep. After all, it wasn't exactly allowed to be roaming the woods during the night. Something about it being "Dangerous". Yeah right.

How did get here in the exact area she was anyway? She must have zigzagged all over the forest. It was very coincidental. Unless.....

"You didn't..." She paused to regard him with suspicious eyes, "Follow me did you?"

The idea seemed possible. How else could he have been in the exact same part of the forest as her? It was a huge forest! Maybe he followed her to trap her into another rematch. Seri had to admit, it sounded pretty appealing, even if just a bit ridiculous. If he wanted a rematch why couldn't he have waited until morning?

Not that she really had given him a chance really, and it wasn't like she was going to say no if he decided to battled in the night. It was just kinda, odd. The whole situation.


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[Misha Bozhkov]

Misha laughed loudly. His chuckle warm and inviting. Followed her? Was he a stalker now?

"No, I didnt follow you. Actually I followed some whispering that woke me up. It led me here."
He explained. Misha knew it sounded odd but alot of things did when your a demi-god.

He looked at the shocked look on her face. He figured he scared her. He was sure she thought she was alone. He didnt mean to bug her but he had obviously been led here for a reason.

He looked around. The moon shone brightly on the open area. The light was beautiful on Seri's dark form. She looked mysterious.

Misha couldn't help but wonder though, "What are you doing out here? Dont you know it's dangerous? I mean you didnt even hear me."

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[Seri Winchester]

Seri found herself smiling at his warm chuckle. The sound itself seemed to want to encourage her to join in.

"No, I didnt follow you. Actually I followed some whispering that woke me up. It led me here."

Her eyebrows scrunched in confusion. Whispers that led him here, to where she just happened to be lounging?

"Alright." She said not really sure what to make of the explanation.

It was true she had heard weirder things and that wasn't what was getting at her. In all honesty, she found it unsettling that someone or something had somehow led Misha to where she was given the fact she had been avoiding him.

"What are you doing out here? Dont you know it's dangerous? I mean you didnt even hear me."

Seri scowled, "Dangerous? Hardly." She allowed herself to smirk, "I'm hunting, though lately the monsters seem to be avoiding me. I suppose I've killed enough monsters for words to get around. Just my luck."

Folding her arms over her chest, Winchester peered out into the forest edge as if hoping for a monster to suddenly appear. She wouldn't answer his last comment about not noticing him. She hadn't heard him, which was embarrassing in itself. Now that she remembered, he had also came up and startled her in the arena. He seemed to be as light footed as Hermes!

"if you thought the woods are so dangerous why would you follow a voice into it?" She asked with an amused smirk, "Did it not occur to you it could have been a monster luring you into it's den?"

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[Misha Bozhkov]

"Did it not occur to you that it could have been a monster luring you into it's den?"

Yes actually it had. Misha truely thought it might have been a monster. Maybe it still was, Seri could be his personal monster. His weakness.

"Yes, I had. I was about to draw my sword when I saw you. I figured if you were just lounging around there was nothing to defend myself from." He stated gesturing around to the open silent area.

It reminded him of the beautiful forests of Russia. Which in turn reminded him of his mother. He pictured her fixing armour and weaponry at the forge. The light of the coals shining on her face, highlighting her scar. He missed her familiar face.

Frowning he sighed, "I wish it had been a monster." He stated. Anything right now to get his mother off his mind.

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[Seri Winchester]

Seri found herself frowning as Misha spoke. Just the way he said, "I wish it had been a monster." unsettled her. She didn't know why, but it made her chest clench. Of course it was foolish to think after he had saw her he had been happy about it. Why would he? Obviously he would have rather wanted to see a monster rather than some Ares chick who had his sword.

"Be careful what you wish for." She remarked bitterly, knowing now was a good as a time as any to make sure she was never going to get friendly around this guy again. She couldn't allow it. No one was allowed to see her as anything other than a cruel fighter.

This...Friendliness she had showed was nothing but a fluke. He would see this side and then leave just like the rest. Misha wasn't any different than anybody else in the world.

If she carried down this path and mistake him as some sort of friendly rival, it would only end in disappointment as always. Besides he already proved to her exactly what she had always thought of people. They cared nothing for her, just like she was suppose to care nothing for them. Hell, he made it apparent he said he would have rather encountered a monster than her in this forest.

Her eyes went down to the sword which he had given her. "For all you know, you could be staring at a monster right now. " She kept her face blank, she would let this guy affect her, not admitting that he in fact already had.

"Tch. If you're so eager in wishing to see a monster don't let me stop you." She growled turning away from him. "I'm sure you'll have an easier time of finding one than me."

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[Misha Bozhkov]

Misha's frown deepened. Had Seri thought he ment he would rather have found a monster than her? Never in a million years. A monster might take his mind off of his mother but Seri could make him forget she existed if she would show him the time of day.

He sighed, "The only way you could be a monster is if you were a siren. You're to pretty to be one." He said to late to realize it had slipped off his tongue right off his brain. As soon as the reality of it smacked him in the face he blushed.

Misha felt the color rising in his cheeks. He hoped the shadows would hide it. He looked at the ground and ran a hand through his hair. He was glad she was turned away.

How foolish he was in saying that to her. What would she do? Laugh? Insult him? Run? He hoped none of those things. He hoped Aphrodite would help him, since she led him here. Or maybe her son Cupid.

He clenched as he waited for her response. Sweat started to form on his exposed skin leaving it shining in the dim light.

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[Seri Winchester]

What did he just say?

Seri felt a sudden heat she had never experienced before fill her face. Panicked, she raised a hand to her forehead, unsure what was going on. She didn't know this feeling. It wasn't embarrassment she was feeling nor was it anger. It was.... explainable. Whatever it was couldn't have been good.

All she knew was that it was because of him. Ever since she met him, she had been feeling.....odd. Yeah, odd was a good word for what was going on.

Looking over her shoulder, Seri regarded Misha with a confused expression. She just couldn't figure him out. What did he want?

Sighing loudly, Seri moved back over towards the stream. Carelessly taking a seat on the soft grass, she kept her back to him trying to find what she wanted to say.

After trying to situate her thoughts and the weird feeling she was having, Seri finally spoke, unable to be truly angry anymore. It felt like all her anger had been just blown away; or rather taken and stolen away against her will. She knew she was giving in to easily, but she just didn't care.

"Your really confusing." She conceded after a short moment, plucking a piece of grass and twirling it in between her thumb and index finger.

It was hard to be cold to this guy. It really was. It took too much energy on her part to try and put a huge wall around her. For now, until she figured out what Misha's motives were she would be polite. Yet she doubted she could ever be truly cruel to Misha's warm and welcoming smile.

Wait, Where did that come from?

Maybe she was catching something? Demi-gods could get sick right? She was probably just sick.

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[Misha Bozhkov]

"Your really confusing." Seri said looking defeated. She sat down twirling grass in her fingers. No anger. No insults. Nothing.

Misha wasn't sure what to do. The only thing he could think of was to make contact with her and see what she does. If he could blatantly complement her like that and get nothing bad in response then maybe this won't hurt.

He walked over to her. He was very wary of the stream. He got very close to her before sitting down right next to Seri. There were barely inches between them. Misha looked at her. If there was a time to do things it would be now.

"I like you Seri. You're beautiful and strong. I would like to know you better if you would let me." He exposed his soul for her to see. He wanted her to feel this way also. She must just a little or he wouldn't have been led here. Misha wanted her to look at him, to see his honesty.

He turned his gaze to the stream. Although the light bouncing off it's surface was lovely he couldn't find pleasure in doing so. The water scared him. It inspired fear down to his heart. He looked back to Seri. She inspired a similar fear. He worried that these feelings he has for her will drown him like the water. Consume him like a fish eats a worm.

Please he begged wordlessly to himself. Don't leave me here hanging by a string, Seri. Look at me and see how I feel for you, his eyes begged.

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[Seri Winchester]

Seri whole body tensed as Misha sat down next to her. He was so close, she could practically feel his body heat hitting against her skin.

The feeling she had earlier hadn't gone away, in fact it seemed to intensify now that he was closer. Seri wasn't one to be afraid of anything. A titan could be running straight at her with the intent to kill and she wouldn't bat an eyelash.

But this feeling....This feeling was foreign, and even though she didn't want to admit it, scary. Well, actually scary would probably be a understatement. This feeling was damn near frightening.

"I like you Seri. You're beautiful and strong. I would like to know you better if you would let me."

Seri's heart began to accelerate at the words. A weird sense of warmness overtook her body and she found herself looking at him with confusion and hope, mixed with an overall fear of this unknown.

His eyes were pleading her, begging her for something that she couldn't exactly identify. No one had ever looked at Seri the way he was looking at her now. It unnerved her, but also warmed her very core. A strange feeling that wasn't painful, and almost enjoyable.

What was happening to her?

"I-I.." She stuttered, her face burning.

"RAWRGH!"

Seri jumped to her feet, sword drawn, as a Minotaur stumbled out from behind a few trees regarding them with both with raging hate.

"Thank gods..." Seri whispered loudly twirling her sword expertly in her hand as she advanced towards the booming Minotaur.

In a strange sense she was gratefully the monster had barged in when it did. Who knew what she would have ended up saying if this huge beast hadn't come when it did?

Probably something awkward.

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[Misha Bozhkov]

"RAWRGH!"

No!! Misha thought to himself. Seri was just about to say something. Stupid minotaur! Misha felt himself filling with anger and frustration. His chocolate eyes darkening as his anger rose.

Fate is a cruel creature. Why would someone lead him here and have him confess his feelings just to stop his conversation with a minotaur!? Must be some god or goddess of mischief.

Misha jumped up and drew his sword off his back. It was brandished expertly infront of him. His other hand was clenched into a fist. He would destroy this monster and get back to what he started.

Running at the minotaur he sliced at it's leg. A fierce growl ripped from his throat as he dived behind it. Rolling and pouncing on the monsters back. Misha glanced at Seri to see her fighting as well.

She expertly sliced and diced all that her blade touched. To see her in true action was amazing. Misha held the sword around the minotaur's neck as it thrashed. "Stupid bull, you aren't knocking me off." He bellowed.

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[Seri Winchester]

Seri grinned as Misha fought. It was a sight, he looked like a true brazen warrior. Almost getting distracted by watching him, she quickly ducked out of the way as the Minotaur thrashed an arm wildly in her direction.

Grinning, Seri lashed her sword cutting deep into the Minotaur's left leg muscles. It roared in pain and anger, trying that much harder to thrash Misha who was holding onto it's thick, burly neck.

She laughed loudly as Misha yelled at the Minotaur about not being knocked off. She could help with that.

Smiling mischievously, Seri dodged out of the way as the Minotaur kicked towards her with it's cut leg. Striking like a viper, she cut the remain tissues connecting the leg to the rest of the Minotaur's body clean off.

"Timber!" She called watch as the weight of Misha and the missing limb unbalanced the Beast before. Within moment the Minotaur fell to it's side huffing as it tried to get it's bearings to stand. Seri couldn't have that. She would finish this quickly.

"Ohhh, No you don't Big Guy." She said quickly moving forward and put a foot on the creature's back to keep it from getting up.

Her eyes drifted to Misha," You attacked it first. You get the kill." She conceded, keeping the quickly weakening Minotaur under her boot.

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[Misha Bozhkov]

Misha rolled away before the minotaur, who had been handicapped by Seri, had a chance to land on him. He sighed watching Seri take charge. She was a far better monster killer than himself. This was the first time he had battled a minotaur but surely it wouldn't be the last.

"You attacked first, you get the kill." Seri said regarding him.

He stepped forward thrusting his sword deep into the creatures neck. It's response was to thrash and growl before dying. Misha was proud if himself and he respected and adored Seri more.

He looked at her as the monster burst into ashes. She was covered in monster blood and she looked wild. Her breath coming quickly since she had worked hard.

He smiled and stepped forward looking at her closer. The adrenaline of the battle gave him courage. Leaning in he kissed her on the cheek. "Thank you." He said in his thick accent.

Turning away toward the stream he walked quickly. He was sweaty and bloody from the fight. He didnt want her to see him looking like a wild animal.

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[Seri Winchester]

Seri's jaw dropped.

What had just...? Did he just....?

Huh?

Raising a shaky hand, she slowly put her palm on her cheek, eyes wide with shock. Her cheek was tingling, and her face was burning hot. Had he just k-kissed her cheek?

The idea was hard for her to wrap her head around and as she thought about it more, the harder her chest pounded. The feeling that had momentarily vanished when the Minotaur had came was back with a vengeance. He had seriously just kissed her cheek.

A tiny inaudible gasp left her lips, making her eyes widen in shock and embarrassment. Raising her hands to her mouth she covered it quickly, looking left and right as if somehow, someone had witnessed her freak out.

Oh gods, she wasn't use to this. She wasn't use to this at all!

What was she suppose to do now? She didn't even know what he meant by it. Was it friendly or Friendly? How the heck was she suppose to tell? She had no experience with guys, not really. She was more interested in fighting monsters instead of chasing boys. She had no idea how to handle this.

"Oh, Gods..." She muttered covering her face with her hands, "I'm so confused." What's worse was that she kinda enjoyed it. But she wasn't even going to get into that.

Peeking through her fingers, Seri watched as Misha made his way towards the stream. Most likely to wash up. He was turned away from her.

Maybe she could...?

Biting her lip, she slowly creeped after him, nearly tripping over her own feet. She stumbled, cursing in her head as she barely caught herself from crashing to the ground in a embarrassing heap. She was trying her best to stay silent.

Once he was close enough to the water's edge, she pounced aiming to push him into the water. She had to punish him somehow for that stunt he pulled.

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