You Again [Misha/Seri]

[Seri Winchester]

Seri wanted to hide in the grass from embarrassment. She had fallen right in front of Misha! Her heart would have jumped for joy at his concerned words if she didn't want to disappear in that very moment for falling right on her face. She hadn't seen the root coming. Freaking crafty, mischievous Tree!

"I'm fine." She finally murmurer-ed out softly. Some graceful warrior she was!

As soon as Misha's hand touched her side, Seri shot up off the ground like a rocket. Cursing herself silently as she took a few careful steps away from him. Every time he touched her it was like being shocked by lightning. It was a strange, but frustratingly wonderful feeling.

"The Tree...." She stopped herself in embarrassment, her cheeks burning. Even she found a tree purposely trying to trip her hard to believe.

"Never mind." Seri said glaring at the tree before looking back at Misha suddenly realizing he had come over towards her when he was still sore.

"What are you doing? You still need to rest. You can't possibly be fully recovered." She scolded wanting to pull him back over towards the fire and make him sit and recuperate.

Though she didn't dare touch him. She didn't know what this feeling or illness was, but she knew for a fact if she touched him it would only get worse. Much worse.

She raised a hand to her face wiped off the dirt from her cheek that had been put there from her fall. She wasn't going to try to leave this time; gods forbid, she really didn't want to be tripped again. The tree was out to get her. She was sure of it.

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[Misha Bozhkov]

"I'm fine" Seri stated before jumping up off the ground at his touch. No matter what Misha did Seri persisted to avoid him. She had already admitted her feelings what else could be holding her back from him? Fear? His feelings couldn't possibly scare her that much. Or maybe it was her feelings that scared her?

"The Tree...." The tree she started. Yeah, Misha knew. That tree had moved. He just knew it. Seri had seen it too. That or she just hated the tree. He thought about it a little, probably a little of both.

Then suddenly Seri started to freak out. "What are you doing? You still need to rest. You can't possibly be fully recovered." She sounded like a concerned mother. He just wanted to make sure she was ok. Nothing could ever harm Seri. If that tree had caused serious injury to her he would have personally cut it down with his sword. The thought of him cutting down the tree by hacking at it with his sword made him smile.

"I'm fine" He promised. He punched his own arm. "I'm strong as an ox." He said with a sigh knowing that it was a lie not only in one way but in another. He wasn't strong at all when it came to his feelings for Seri. She made his insides feel like melted butter and filled his head with fluff.

He looked at the warm fire then glanced again at the sky. Apollo was finally starting his journey across the sky. He sighed knowing that if they didn't at least think about heading back to camp they would regret it. Misha didn't even want to think about leaving Seri now. Their predicament was to flimsy. She admitted her feelings but still doesn't trust him. He had no idea where her heart lay on the subject. He didn't even know if he would ever see her again.

"Apollo." Misha growled quietly before glancing at Seri.

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[Seri Winchester]

Seri's eyes narrowed in suspicion as he punched his arm. She still wasn't so sure he was fully okay, but she wasn't going to nag him about it no matter how much she worried.

"Okay then." She growled her eyes following his up towards the sky. It would be morning soon. They would need to head back.

The notion filled her with a deep sadness. She would need to decide now on what she was going to do about him. It was obvious Misha had...'Feelings'. Though as inexperience as she was with affection, she wasn't sure what to do about it.

She had tried avoiding him, but he and somehow found his way back to her. She had tried to be cruel to him, but it was just to difficult and practically pained her to see his hurt. She couldn't break him, let alone touch him. Her mind was cloudy when she wasn't around him, and she tripped and tumbled over herself when she was near him. He made her feel things she didn't even know she possessed. He had crippled her and seen her in her most vulnerable state, and tried to comfort her.

She had no freaking idea what to think anymore.

"Apollo." Misha growled, pulling Seri from her troubled thoughts. He looked at her and their eyes connected. Her heart beat accelerated at his gaze.

Gods, she needed to be on her guard around him. This was too dangerous. Yet, it seemed like there was nothing she could do about. That was her answer then? Good enough.

"Mmm." She muttered before moving to stomp out the fire. "Back to camp." She half hoped he would follow her. He probably didn't know his way around the wood like she did. She would have have hated to go looking for him if he got lost.

"Come on, you big baby. Wouldn't want to get you in trouble for being out all night, now would we?"

She couldn't help her teasing. It practically came naturally now. She wasn't resign to her fate just yet, but she was done being a coward. It didn't suit her. She would figure out what ever this 'feeling' was soon enough. Besides she couldn't avoid him for very long, they still had a score to settle. She was looking forward to their future duals.

Perhaps this "Feeling" was because she had finally found a true rival? She didn't honestly know.

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[Misha Bozhkov]

"Come on, you big baby. Wouldn't want to get you in trouble for being out all night, now would we?"

The time had come. Time for them to separate and go their ways. Well kinda, he still had to follow Seri out of the woods. It was still too dark and with the shifting shadows and many trees there was no way he could get out by himself. He caught up to Seri with ease as she started toward camp.

Misha loved her to tease him. The flirting is a lot of the gratification he lived for when he was around her. It made his insides burn like the dying coals that lay behind him in the clearing. He thrived off of Seri's presence.

"So are we ever going to spar again?" He questioned her hoping that it would give him another chance to spend time together. His hand spontaneously rubbed his healed scar on his arm caused by Seri's old sword. It was an ugly blemish but it was a memory of the wonderful time he met Seri. Their first battle was great and sparked the love he had for her now. It showed him her personality.

Now it all laid on her response. It all was up to her if they ever met again. All he could do was tell her how he felt. Did that. Now all he could do was hope and pray to the gods.

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[Seri Winchester]

Seri quirked an eyebrow at the Russian beside her in amusement.

"Hmm." She pretended to think it over, watching as Misha rubbed his healed scar on his arm caused by her old sword.

She would make sure to go easier on him next time. She didn't want to shed his blood. She wouldn't be able to live with herself if she did that. No, it would be just a fun sparing match if anything.

Seri smirked as she realized she still had yet to give an answer, "If you come around the Arena sometime during the mornings I might be there. You can try your luck against me then." She remarked glancing at him. Her eyes trailing down his body before resting on his face.


"Make sure you wear a shirt."

She chuckled softly quickly picking up her pace as she noticed cabin lights in the distance. They would be back in camp shortly. She wasn't really worried about getting caught. It wasn't like she was going to get in trouble for being out. She was a daughter of Ares. She could handle her own against anything...Except, maybe the boy next to her. He was just something odd.

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[Misha Bozhkov]

Misha observed as Seri glanced over him. He was never shy about his body but the way she looked at him made him want to cover up like she would see something she didn't like. That was totally a girl thing to think was all he thought. Why should it bother him that she might not like something? Because your obsessed, Misha thought to himself.

"Make sure you wear a shirt." She said. Maybe he would do just that even if he was on fire. Inside and out. Fire. Her chuckle warmed him deeper. He felt safe with her. Unusually comfortable.

His eyes followed hers as cabin lights came into view. He had never disliked the look of home, but he hated it now. It wasn't the fact that he had to sneak but he definitely didn't enjoy that either. It was the fact that he had to leave Seri until morning sometime.

"I'll see you tomorrow at the Arena then." Misha sighed. Parting is such sweet sorrow. Shakespeare was such a smart man. No other words would fit this situation.

Taking a deep breath he pooled all his bravery. Stepping very close to Seri he gave her a quick peck on the cheek before heading toward his cabin. The warmth of her skin lingered on his lips. Thank you Aphrodite. You'll get your offering.

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[Seri Winchester]

Seri's breath caught in her throat as Misha walked away. That was the second time he...She raised a hand to her cheek, blushing badly. Her heart had gone into overtime, pounding painfully in her chest.

She tried desperately to slow her breathing as best as she could, suddenly angry for feeling this way. Gods, the 'feeling' had become unbearable. The place where his lips hand been burned like a raging fire, encasing her body in electrifying waves of warmth.

Once Misha was out of sight, Seri swayed and quickly leaned against the side of a nearby tree holding a hand to her heart in confusion. It slowed it's painful pounding from earlier to a slight flutter.

How could this be happening to her? The strong female warrior of camp, weakened by some boy?

No way, jose. She wouldn't let that kiss get to her. She was fine, perfectly fine.

Taking a deep breath she step forward, tripping over her shoelace and falling into the dirt.

Oh, she was in trouble.