Copyright of Sakurako Goukurakuin's "Sekirei". I haven't read that far into it but what I have read is pretty cool.

The head injured British man punched the outfit torn Chinese flinging him into the wall creating a huge dent.

"Yeah Artie whoo" the American in the sidelines cheered.

"Yao!"Standing on the other side, the male with silver-haired called out.

"I'm fine master don't worry" Yao slammed his wok down creating an earthquake which slowed Arthur.

Taking the chance he slammed into Arthur and ladled him in the head knocking him out.

Touching the flag tattoo in the back of Arthur's neck "May your powers cease but your life and body function."

The flag disappeared as its light surrounded Yao before entering his own flag on his upper left arm.

He gave a soft sight, leaving Alfred to collect Arthur, he walked back to his master.

Ivan gave him a smile forming into a hug. Grabbing his hand he lead them home.

The minute they locked the door the phone's message tone beeped.

"You change and make food, I'll get it." Ivan commanded, so Yao ran into the room they shared changing into a mandarin jacket, tan shorts, clean white socks and red hair tie.

Leaving to the kitchen he surprisingly saw Ivan with a concerned face but decided against prying instead making dumplings.

Thirty minutes in with the dumplings beginning to float, Ivan creepied into the room before wrapping his arms around Yao's waist.

Yao squeaked grabbing the nearest pot to hit the perpetrator. Ivan stepped back before harm could get in his way.

"Yao!" "Oh, I'm sorry master but please don't scare me"

"Natalia's Sekirei lost to that Cuban's."Ivan sadly informed him. "Oh. That makes 8 left including me." Yao mumbled.

Another message rang though this time both of them read the message, Need help -Heracles.

Yao ran to change into his other military uniform as Ivan took the dumplings off the stove and stored them in the fridge.

Ten minutes later Ivan held on Yao as Yao's wings slowed down and glided them down to the roof.

Heracles pointed towards his Sekirei, Kiku, slicing a short haired blonde Polish male on a pony.

He gashed the pony knocking the boy off; within seconds to Kiku's surprise a brown skinned girl with a blue dress shoved him with water following it up with a slide slash using a fish.

The Polish swung his cape producing a sword out of now aiming it at Kiku's tattoo.

Yao flung his ladle into him causing him to slam into the ground producing a earsplitting crack.

He aimed for the girl but she dodged. Using his special he broke the roof right side caving into the room below.

Taking the water from the pool on the other roof she used it as a cloud holding her from the cracked building.

"Yao, go back to Feliks" Kiku took a breath breathing fire at the cloud creating hot steam.

Feliks was on his knees holding a bazooka aiming it.

Yao threw his wok like a boomerang knocking the bazooka out of his hand.

Feliks flung his cape pulling pistols shooting it very precisely. Yao hid behind vents til Feliks ran out of bullets .

Before the Polish could pull another weapon he picked up a potted plant with a hand motion throwing it to delay him then he held him down touching his tattoo on his right arm and dispelled it.

Looking at his brother Kiku was burning the girl's body dealing so many third-degree burns her tattoo disappeared.

"... You didn't have to hurt her so much."

" Yao, you are too soft" Kiku walked away with Heracles behind nodding a thanks.

"Lets go home its dinnertime." After a microwaved dinner of dumplings the two snuggled facing each other.

"..." "Are you worried?"asked Ivan. "Yeah." "It'll be fine." "...I'll win, I know I can. After all I have you on my side."

Yao shifted upward giving Ivan a kiss. Before turning the other way "I know you will. ... Yao are you wearing clothes?" Ivan whispered.

Anyone notice how the ukes are the strong ones?