"Roses are Red

And Violets are Blue

One day we'll cruise down

Blood Gulch Avenue

It's Red versus Red

And Blue versus Blue

It's I against I

And Me against You

Violets are Blue, Roses are Red

Living like this we were already dead

Hop in my car

It don't have any doors

It's built like a cat

It lands on all fours

My car's like a puma

It drives on all fours"

(This sounds better if you listened to the song.)

This is my first official crossover of Sekirei and… the most popular web series, Red vs. Blue. I have wanted to do something like this for a very long time. The writing above is the Blood Gulch Blues. I have no Idea how long this may take me to write, but with your helpful replies and positive feedbacks I may have the confidence to continue. I really do hope that this turns out well. And now, for the first time ever, a fanfic crossover of Sekirei and Red vs. Blue is underway.

I do not own Sekirei or Red vs. Blue. And by the way, Caboose is my favorite character from RvB. Story happens sometime after RvB Season 5.

Chapter One: A Very Simple Question

It was just like any other day at Blood Gulch Outpost 1 for the Reds. Both Grif and Simmons were just standing on top of the base and doing nothing, as usual. Grif was the one who was wearing orange armor and Simmons was in maroon colored armor. There was nothing much to do now, since the events that happened in the past. Like, O'Malley trying to destroy the world, Freelancers beating the living shit out of them, and a soldier sort of turned out to be pregnant and have an alien baby. Yep. Not much to do.

Simmons decided to break the long silence that was going on between him and Grif.

"Hey."

"Yeah," Grif asks.

"Do you ever wonder why we're here?"

Grif got the feeling that this conversation has happened before. So, he had to give the best answer he could come up with.

"I don't know man. That is a very simple question isn't it? Why are we here? Are we just acting as simple product of some type of religious theory or acting as a meal to some sort of alien race or something? Yeah, I don't know. But it still keeps me up at night."

Simmons did not reply right at the end of Grif's statement. And so, another long silence was brought up and both of them just stared at each other.

"What?" Simmons broke the silence once again. "I meant why are we here instead of out there spying on the Blues?"

"Oh, uh… Yeah I don't know."

"Wait a minute. Why am I asking you? You pretty much hate doing work. All you ever care about is your laziness and of course, food."

Grif felt offended. "Hey! A man like myself has to keep up his reputation. By doing so, I must mind my Oreos 24/7."

Simmons really had so much regret for bringing that up in their conversation. In a way to not let it get carried away, Simmons decided to bringing back the previous topic of their discussion.

"Anyway, back to topic. We should be out there spying on the Blues and find out what their next move is. I mean, who knows what they could be planning. Maybe calling in reinforcements or creating a new type of weapon that could destroy us all!"

Grif said nothing at all. Just stood there and stared at Simmons for a brief moment.

"Uh, I don't how to put this, but you're starting to sound like Sarge."

"What," Simmons exclaimed, "no I'm not. I'm just stating the obvious."

"Yeah. Something like Sarge always does."

Simmons stared at Grif and thought about what he just said. In a sudden realization, he gasped.

"Holy shit! You might be right! I am turning into Sarge!"

"Yep," says Grif,"but less nerdy."

"I hate you man." Simmons said to Grif in a very depressed and defeated sigh.

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But, unbeknownst to these soldiers of their self-proclaimed best Red Army in the universe (according to Sarge), two other soldiers, one in cobalt armor and another in blue armor, were observing the Red base from a nearby cliff.

The one in cobalt was carrying a sniper rifle and the blue one had an assault rifle.

"Hey, Church!" The cobalt one was Church, the leader of the Blues. Or so, he claims to be. The Blues were mostly independent. They really don't much a leader at all. But, Church was the smart one of the team.

Church zooms out of the scope and turns to the blue armored one, standing to his right.

*Sigh* "What Caboose?" Church annoyed by this, which he actually was.

"What are they doing?"

"Goddammit! Why is it that every time I have the fucking sniper rifle and every time we spy on the Reds, everyone asks 'what are they doing' when the answer is always, 'they're just standing there and talking'!"

Caboose said nothing. Until, he spoke again. "What are they talking about?"

Church was about ready to throw him off the cliff, but he restrained himself and answered.

"You know what… I don't know, man. I have no idea what they ever talk about down there."

"Maybe they are talking about something, telepathically?" Caboose asked.

Church knew where this was going. He told him about it earlier. But for some reason, Caboose was so stupid he did not completely understand what he said.

"No Caboose. I already told you that time when you thought you heard something in your head, but you were only repeating what that alien was saying."

Caboose then started looking up at the sky, as if he was trying to find something.

"Apples?! Is that you?! Don't worry we will save you! Church! Hurry, we need to save Apples from the tree! I'll go get the ladder!"

Church just sighed after took off running back to Blue Base.

"I just had to open my fucking mouth." He then followed Caboose back to base.

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Back at Red Base, Grif and Simmons were keeping their conversation going. Grif was the one who was speaking.

"Yeah, I think we should do nothing today."

"What?" Simmons asked in a disappointed way. "We can't do that. We have to follow whatever orders Sarge or Command gives us. If you disobey them, you might be court martialed."

"Right, but out of all the orders we've been given, we nearly our asses killed. And aside from that, Sarge is a terrible leader. I still think I should take over command."

Simmons stared at Grif for a brief moment and told him the least possible truth there is. "You know that will never happen."

All of a sudden, Sarge, the Red leader in red armor carrying his handy shotgun, called out to both Grif and Simmons from the bottom of the base.

"Grif! Simmons! Get your high school girl gossiping carcass's down here on the double!"

Grif and Simmons immediately turned their attention to Sarge.

"Fuck," said Grif, "on our way sir!" And on que, both of them ran down the ramp meet up with their sergeant.

And so that was chapter on of my first crossover. I know it may be short, but this just the start I tried my best to make the characters sound like they were from the show, sort of. And in the future chapters, I may have difficulty writing lines for Tsukiumi. If anyone wants to help with, I would be grateful. I hope you like and we will get to the Sekirei world soon. So everyone, don't fret! And Grif! You are the worst soldier in the universe! Thank you and adios, amigos!