A.N. So a HP/Sekirei cross this time. While I've been writing this for a while, I'll admit that reading Racke's sekirei crossovers in 'an incomplete Potter collection' drove me to finish the chapter. While I dislike 'child Harry' protagonists as a rule, I enjoyed it enough to be inspired.

Harry Potter sighed as he walked down the streets of the city. He wasn't massively fluent at Japanese but he was learning. He'd been in Japan for a few weeks now, and it was as vexing as all the previous times he'd had to up and move to a new place. He'd lived in multiple countries, although it wasn't particularly by choice. He hoped that he'd be able to stay here for some time before they caught up with him, but that didn't seem likely. It was times like this he really hated divination. Hermione had always scoffed at the subject, but his best guess was that divination was somehow involved in the technique being used to track him. He'd managed to find a way that would, hopefully, counter it. Well, probably little more than a fool's hope.

He looked up at a tall building, or more accurately the large screen on it displaying the face of what looked like an older man. From what he'd seen, the man was CEO of a large company that apparently owned most the city. For some reason Harry was reminded of Dumbledore by the man, probably the eccentric behaviour the man displayed on TV, although at least Dumbledore never talked about a new age or whatever.

He stuck his hands in his pockets and sighed again. While he was more than capable of using magic to get food and lodging (God bless the confundus) or to just get money (thank you simple stunner) he preferred not to push his notoriously bad luck, getting caught on CCTV or some such that had been drummed into his head at Hogwarts.

Hogwarts. The name sent a pang of regret through his heart. He had never even started his final year, something he truly regretted. Thoughts, fantasies of slipping Ginny into broom closets, along with other girls he had fancied, slipped through his mind, causing him to sigh again.

As he was walking he bumped into someone, falling to the floor.

He sat up, muttering about looking where he was going.

"Sorry" the man spoke, offering Harry a hand to get to his feet.

As Harry got to his feet, a spark of recognition flashed through the man's eyes.

"You Harry Potter Yes?" the man spoke in rough English.

Harry stiffened, his hand subtly moving to draw his wand.

"What of it" Harry said. He could have denied it, but since the man was asking he had likely seen a certain distinctive mark that would prove it.

The man swiped out and brandished his wand, clearly stating the incantations, casting a couple of spells.

Harry, who had jumped back eyed the man warily.

"Just spells. Make people and cameras not see us." The man explained.

"Sounds handy" Harry muttered, committing the spells to memory.

"I apologise Potter-san" the man switched to Japanese "but I have to take you in."

"Why?" Harry asked "I haven't done anything wrong."

The man hesitated. "Surely you know. Voldemort has taken England and is making serious progress on Europe. The entire ICW have been unable to stop him. But he still wants you. He will leave alone any country that hands you over. For the sake of Japan, you will be coming with me."

Ah yes, that. He'd been run out of several countries by governments after his head to ensure their safety. With a swift motion Harry had his wand in his hand. "I apologise, but I have no intention of 'coming quietly'." His lips twitched as he thought of when Dumbledore had said those words.

The man said nothing, the two of them facing off. "My name is Shigi." The man spoke suddenly. At Harry's confused look he explained "you deserve to have someone's name to curse. Or at least you should curse that you bumped into me today when we had no idea you were here."

Within moments of the man finishing his sentence he was forced to swish his wand to block a blasting curse aimed at his chest.

"I have no intention of dying for your country" Harry snarled.

Harry groaned as he got to his feet. The man, Shigi, stood at the mouth to the alley he'd just been thrown down, staring at him unperturbed.

"You can't beat me." The man explained "Your skills are insufficient, although better than I expected from a dropout. So please, come with me before you get seriously hurt." The man asked.

Harry wiped some blood from his face where his impromptu flight (or rather the landing) had scratched him.

"Like Hell!" he snarled, jumping to the side, dodging a spell and preparing to throw a piercing curse at the man when he landed. His eyes widened at a second spell racing at his head.

Harry raised his right arm, intercepting the spell. There was aloud cracking sound as his arm was hit. He dropped his wand, snatching it with his left hand, and Harry took the opportunity to throw a blasting curse at his opponent.

The man flicked his wand, a barrier forming between them, absorbing the impact. Harry took the opportunity to try and flex his fingers. They barely twitched.

The man and Harry stared at each other for a moment. Harry flicked his wand, trying to yank the man up by his ankle, one of Snape's spells. Even though the spell couldn't be seen, the man had already moved to shield against Harry's spell.

The alleyway they were in received damage as spells were dodged or deflected. As what Harry recognised as a blasting curse flew towards his shoulder, his lips twitched. He moved his body into the path of the curse.

The man frowned at the body lying on the floor, blood splattered around and pooling under it. His spell had been aimed at the shoulder, a non-lethal attack. The boy had purposefully moved to take the spell over his heart. He turned to survey the alleyway. They had caused a lot of damage to it. He turned back as a strange feeling came over him, just in time to take a blasting curse to the chest.

Harry slowly got to his feet. His clothes were ripped where he had taken the curse, but his skin was unblemished and the blood that had been around had vanished.

Harry took the opportunity to walk over to the man. He looked down at the man. His shirt was staining with blood, and blood was being expelled with each desperate gasp. Harry raised his wand in his left hand, casting a severing curse, taking the man's head.

"I'm sorry" Harry said to the severed head. "You were a better duellist than me. But now it seems you should curse your misfortune in meeting me."

With that said, Harry proceeded to clean himself up, repairing his clothes and healing the injuries that were beginning to throb, before proceeding to transfigure the corpse into some rubbish and throwing it into a dumpster.

He then rolled up his right sleeve, revealing a fake arm, with cracks running through the entire thing. He tried clenching his fist. His fingers twitched, but not much more. He tapped the arm with his wand, casting a spell to repair the inner workings of the arm. Once it was again usable, he repaired the casing of the arm.

Every time he did maintenance, he remembered how he lost the arm. He had broken into a pyramid in Egypt, looking for anything that could help him against Voldemort. He had found a few things, though whether they could help him or not was up for debate.

Regardless, someone had found out about his presence. He had been forced to fight his way past a ministerial capture team, as well as a group of goblins that had wanted to offer him up to Voldemort. Getting out of Egypt had literally cost him arm. Unfortunately, he didn't know how Voldemort had created that silver limb for Wormtail. He had heard that Germany was working on creating magical-mechanical prosthetics, and had broken in and obtained one, as well as the information on how to maintain them.

Seeing that his arm was once again in working order, he removed all the blood from the alleyway, doing what he could to repair it and walked back into the main street.

Harry Potter sighed as he walked down the street. This was such a pain in the arse. It seemed Voldemort was still as unstoppable as ever, and not only that, but every country was still on the lookout to appease him. At least there was a silver lining in this, apparently the Japanese ministry had no idea as to him being here, so there wouldn't be a manhunt for him anytime soon.

He wondered if he should leave the city. On the one hand no one was looking, but on the other he had just left a corpse in his wake. Looking up, he saw that it had begun to snow. Slipping into an alley, he cast a quick spell that turned his jacket into a thicker coat.

Slipping back into the street, he eyed a young teen who was holding some food of some sort. Having become hungry, a quick curse later and the food was now his, the teen believing he had finished them.

As he began eating them, he longed for the meals he had forsaken back in Britain. Thinking back, he had been prepared, or rather, had always intended to go after the Horcruxes alone. As Ginny had said, just letting Voldemort do as he pleased would have made him miserable, make him desire to be doing something. Of course his friends, rather predictably, had insisted they be allowed to come along. What was surprising, was that he let them. But then, the warmth of human company is not so easily abandoned.

They had known going in, he had made sure, that he had no real plan of action. However, it seemed that they had not believed him. With their lack of progress, it had come to a head. End result; he had been left alone. He had been prepared for that, yet it still stung. To the point where he had just yelled 'fuck it!' and snuck out the country.

That had been years ago, he thought. Yet he still looked the same. He had sought answers to that. He had not liked them. He pushed the thought from his mind. He didn't want to deal with it right now.

He suddenly looked up. He felt a strange sensation. He couldn't put words to it. Looking around, he determined that the source of the feeling was a young woman. She was sat at the side of the road, looking hungry and miserable. His heart went out to her. He looked down at the package in his hands. One left. He closed his eyes. He could always obtain more. Not everyone was so lucky (heh, him, lucky, he thought). Opening his eyes, he walked over to the girl, hand outstretched with the last bun in it.

"Here."

The girl looked up "Huh?"

"Here. The bun. You look hungry, right? Things can always get worse, so cheer up, okay." Let it not be said that he was good at raising people's spirits.

She hesitantly stretched out her hand, taking a hold of the offered bun, brushing against his hand. The feeling that had make him approach her intensified as they came into contact, her cheeks reddening slightly.

With the bun in hand, she spoke softly. "I've finally found you."

She moved faster than Harry had thought she could, pressing her lips to his. Harry felt a strange sensation coursing through him. He didn't have the words to describe it.

"My Ashikabi." She murmured, wings of light emerging from her back.

Harry pinched at the bridge of his nose. "So let me get this straight. You're a 'sekirei', some type of alien, and you have to fight in a battle royale in this city." The girl nodded. He really should have left the city before.

They were stood in an alleyway off the main road, out of sight of the passer-by's. The girl stood hunched over, as though she were afraid of something.

"So, what is this 'Ashikabi' thing I apparently am?" he asked with a sigh.

"It's a Sekirei's destined partner, the person we live to find and love." The girl said plainly.

The moment the word 'destined' passed her lips his fist involuntarily clenched. He gave no other sign of his irritation, but the girl seemed to sense it and drew back. He forced himself to relax.

He honestly wasn't sure what to make of it. He'd certainly never heard of 'sekirei' before, though it seemed to be the sort of thing the ministries would want in on.

He looked at the girl carefully. Judging by the state of her clothes, she didn't have anywhere to stay and had been sleeping rough for a while. He thought that he shouldn't get involved with her, but he wasn't yet heartless enough for that.

"If you don't have anywhere to go, you can stay with me while I think it over." He said reluctantly.

They were simple words, but the effect was obvious. The girl's face lit up, with a radiant smile that overcame her plain looks.

As they began walking back to the hotel he was staying at, he realised something.

"Hey, we haven't been introduced yet. I'm Harry Potter." He said, holding out his hand.

The girl looked at it for a moment, before taking it into her soft hand. "I'm Kuno. Please look after me, now and forever."

Harry sighed in pleasure as he drank his cup of tea. Given the day he'd had, he wouldn't have minded some whiskey, but given that bad things tended to happen when he started drinking, he resigned himself to tea. He had taken Kuno back to the hotel he was staying at. She was currently taking a shower, given she seemed to be rather dirty. Harry was glad, it gave him time to think.

The girl had bound herself to him in some way. Harry wasn't sure of the details, but even though he knew he should have just left her on the street, he hadn't. If he was just giving her a place to stay, that would be one thing, but Harry found himself not wanting to leave her alone, it was almost like some 'love at first sight' bullshit. He was pretty sure he wasn't in love, but leaving her would leave a bad aftertaste. It was a bit like a veela aura, he mused, but rather than 'love me to the exclusion of all else' it was more like 'protect me'.

It kind of annoyed him, but, regardless of 'why' he felt the way he did, he wanted to keep her around. Sneaking in and out of countries would probably be harder with her than when alone, but it couldn't be helped. Unless she didn't want to when he told her the truth. Or however much of it he was going to.

He heard a door opening. Looking over, Kuno entered the room dressed in her dirty clothes. Seeing him look at her, she smiled at him. Before he realised what was happening, he found himself smiling back.

As if guided by the hand of fate, the moment she entered the room, the TV turned on.

"Congratulations!" came an annoying voice.

Harry looked over. A somewhat familiar face was on the TV. Harry turned away, looking for the remote, figuring he'd sat on it or something.

"Wait, I'm talking to you, Mister Paddy Moon!"

Harry frowned. Was that the pseudonym he'd used to check into this hotel? Damn, he'd have to pay more attention to what he was doing in the future.

"So, what do you want?" Harry said.

"I'm going to inform you about the great game you have been chosen to participate in!" the man exclaimed dramatically.

"This 'Sekirei plan'? Kuno's told me about it." He said bluntly.

The man laughed. "Perhaps, but I dare say there are things she didn't mention. First, you can't tell anyone about the plan. If you do, MBI will 'deal' with you."

"Right." Harry rolled his eyes.

"Second" The man exclaimed loudly "You absolutely can't leave the city. If you do, MBI will track you down and bring you back by force."

Harry narrowed his eyes "You're forcing me to stay here? That doesn't really mesh with my plans."

"Then you'll have to reconsider those plans. For the duration of the game, you'll have to stay here, as one chosen by fate to partic-" his voice was cut off as Harry's fist went through the TV screen.

"Don't." Harry said darkly, causing Kuno to pull back in fright "Say that word to me."

He took a deep breath to calm himself. "Sorry." He muttered, "I just really dislike that word." With that, he started pulling shards of television out of his fake hand.

"I'm sorry." Kuno said. Looking over at her, he could see that there were tears in her eyes, and she was trying not to cry.

"I'm pathetic, I can't fight, I'm weak, I'm clumsy, and all I can do is cry. Because of me, you have no choice but to participate in the sekirei plan. I'm sorry." She said, holding back her tears.

Looking at her, Harry sighed. Reaching out, he placed his hand on her head, ruffling her hair. "Don't worry. Everything will work out. Somehow." He smiled at her reassuringly. Seeing it seemed to cheer her mood.

After she went to sleep, he just spent a while staring at her. This was really annoying. While he had no doubt MBI couldn't catch him, he had no doubt they had some way of tracking the sekirei. Even if they didn't, staying on the run with her from both wizards and muggles was likely to be incredibly hard.

First things first, he'd have to investigate this 'MBI' to see what kind of trouble they could pose to him. If he couldn't risk leaving, then he'd have to wing it. Either way, he hoped this 'Sekirei plan' was resolved quickly. Wizards tracking him down while he couldn't leave would make things get hairy indeed.

A.N. Poor Shigi-kun! His dad (or some other relative) is killed, his meat buns stolen and his fated encounter taken away. Who knows if he'll show up again.

To pre-empt any complaints about it, his attachment to Kuno is a combination of some 'sekirei bond' stuff, as well as being pretty desperate for companionship. Not that he admits that to himself.

Harry's 'weakness'. As said, Harry is a dropout. I dislike those stories where 'school Harry' can outfight Aurors and death eaters with ease. Harry has had no combat training. His talent and experience let him hold his own, and he usually finds a way to win, but he won't be just brushing opponents off.

Sekirei. Fairly certain I've not seen a story, ever, where the main character picks up Kuno as their first (or any) Sekirei. Any fans of the series, feel free to suggest Sekirei that Harry will be with. I'll get straight out there with this first; Not Karasuba. Other than that, I will at least consider opinions. Slightly leaning towards Musubi and crew, since they're the characters that made me enjoy the franchise, but I could go either way. Would prefer not to use any oc's, but might be interesting to do so.