A loud explosion interrupted the still quiet of the Shintou Teito skyline. As a cloud of dust rose up, a white and pink blur shot out, blazing past the buildings at impossible speeds. The blur launched itself into the air, unconcerned of the perilous drop below it.

Gradually the dust cloud settled, revealing another figure, trying to stop coughing. Clad in a blue kimono-like shirt and spats, with a large red obi shaped like a bow, the cute pink-haired girl threw up two gloved hands in the air, shrieking in anger.

"Where is she? Where the hell did that idiot run off to?"

"I think she got away," deadpanned another voice.

The pinkette, with eyes ablaze in fury, quickly rounded on her companion, a gray-haired gothic-looking girl clad in a dark kimono and many bandages. "I know that, idiot! I mean which way did she go?!"

The goth girl simply shrugged. "Who knows? Besides that, Benitsubasa, why are you so focused on beating that Sekirei?"

Taking a few breaths, Benitsubasa soon calmed down enough to answer her partner. "She's a fist-type like me! If I can kill her, than I can prove to Natsuo that I'm the best at hand-to-hand."

"... Or are you just jealous of those watermelons she has?"

"S~Shut up, Haihane!"

"Kukuku. Poor Benitsubasa, with her A-cup breasts."

"I said shut up! Besides, Natsuo likes smaller breasts," the fist-type Sekirei tried to counter, lifting her head up arrogantly despite the obviously embarrassed blush spreading across her cheeks.

"Natsuo likes no breasts, Benitsubasa. As in, he doesn't like girls. We were told he'd be our Ashikabi, like, two weeks ago, and he still hasn't winged us."

"Th~ That's because we've been on a training course for what our roles as the disciplinary squad will be! Yes, that's why he hasn't w~winged us!"

"... Keep telling yourself that, pettanko."

"You're not that much bigger than me, Haihane!"

Fortunately, the two's argument was cut short as car horns blared in the distance. Figuring that the white-and-pink blur caused the commotion, the pinkette sprinted off in that direction, leaving the goth girl behind, shaking her head. With a tired sigh laced with annoyance, Haihane dashed off to follow her hot-blooded partner. In her mind, she couldn't help but wonder how long this game of cat-and-mouse was going to take.


In another part of the bustling city, a scrawny young man grumpily walked out of a convenience store, grumbling darkly underneath his breath. Just behind him, a lovely girl followed, pleasure fairly discernible on her face as she cutely licked her spoon clean. A cool spring breeze blew through her shoulder-length brown hair . She wore a cute brown jacket with an odd red tie and a short skirt. Unbeknownst to her, every guy within a hundred feet swiveled their heads to check out the petite beauty, a fact the man in front of her calmly observed and tried to ignore. If it weren't for the fact that the girl behind him was the second-scariest woman he had ever known, the boy would have felt worried for his little sister.

"Ice cream, ice cream," sang the girl in an upbeat voice, enjoying her treat her brother bought for her. All the near-by men were entranced with the sight. That, or her cute, shapely butt that her short skirt failed to properly hide.

Her actions only made her brother roll his eyes. "You know, Yukari, you acting like that is bound to make someone think you're still in middle school."

"Oniichan, if I were you, I'd remember the last time you talked back to me…"

The brother stopped for a moment, trying to recall that. Frankly, he'd been walked over by his mother and his sister so much that he was surprised there was a "last time." Was it high school? Middle? Elementary? "You know, Yukari, I can't even remember when I ever talked back... Damn, am I a pathetic guy or what?"

"That's right, Oniichan, and just because you've been away for one whole year doesn't mean you can mouth off at me."

The young man stumbled, shocked at how easily he fell into his sister's trap. He seriously should have seen it coming, but like she said, it had been a year since he had left home. A year where he went off to try and accomplish his dream of getting into the top school in Japan… and failed, miserably. Well, truth be told, he found the test so shockingly easy that he fell asleep during it, just to wake up when it was called back, only half done.

Of course, it would have been all good if he had at least done well on it the second time, but much like the first, he fell asleep… within five minutes of actually starting the test.

Because of this, people assumed he was poor under pressure.

No, growing up under the foot of two monsters known as women was living under pressure. Being the son of the smartest mother he knew was living under pressure. Taking a college exam… nope.

Perhaps the stress-free environment of the testing center was the whole reason he fell asleep? The boy snorted at his observation - seriously, kids were known to collapse from stress for the exams, and here he thought that the test-taking situation was a breath of fresh air. He sure was an odd guy.

"By the way, Yukari, why am I paying for your ice cream again?"

"Because this will probably be the last time you'll be able to for awhile."

"Huh?"

"Do you honestly think Mom isn't going to punish you for failing to get in school again?"

"... M~Mom!? I completely forgot about that! Shit, how am I going to explain this?! And wait - how did you know I failed to get in again?!"

The petite girl shrugged. "Everybody has their secret ways."

"You just graduated high school! You just came in from the inaka! How would you ever get information on stuff happening in the city?!"

The girl ignored her brother, making him grumble all the more of annoying little sisters and overbearing mothers. He was really starting to regret inviting his little sister to visit at all.


"Hiyah!"

With the shout came a loud explosion. If there were any observers, they would have seen the shocking scene of a petite pink-haired girl punching through a brick wall; as it was, Benitsubasa and her foe found themselves in a little used alleyway on the outskirts of Shintou Teito.

Her opponent, the original white-and-pink blur, huffed in exhaustion. The pink-haired girl had been chasing her for six hours, and as much fun as it was, it was gradually getting more and more taxing. Her odd attire, which looked like a naughty miko cosplay, was starting to tear, and bruises marred her cute face.

Benitsubasa, too, was starting to really get worn out. She knew she was energetic - what could she say, she was a redhead, in a pinkish sort of way - but this enemy brought hyperactive to a brand new level. The most infuriating part was the voluptuous miko girl should have tired herself out much sooner, with every action being accompanied by way too much unnecessary motion - it was as if, instead of merely stepping to the side and letting a punch go by, she threw herself ten feet away to dodge, and then threw everything she had behind a single counter punch. The Red Sekirei was seriously wondering how anyone could do that for six hours straight and still put up a fight.

And no, the most infuriating part of this entire battle of attrition was not the fact that every time the miko girl moved, that massive bust seemed to jiggle. No, Benitsubasa continued to deny that.

After another punch was dodged, the miko-like girl shot forward, unleashing as much power behind her fist as possible. Naturally, Benitsubasa leaned to the right, making the girl miss and destroy an unsuspecting trash can. A few loud meows interrupted their flow, and the girls mutually just fell, utterly spent.

"How~ can~ you~ still~ fight?" The Red Sekirei huffed out as she struggled to get breath back into her lungs.

Her opponent, sprawled out in the dirty alley, just lay there, her chest heaving at the lack of oxygen. Benitsubasa tried to ignore how massive it was. "Musubi~ must~ find~ her~ Ashikabi!"

"So~, my~ rival~ is~ named~ Musubi?"

"Rival? What's ~ that?" If the pinkette wasn't already lying face down on the ground, she would've face faulted.

"Seriously, you don't know what a rival is? Are you an idiot?!"

"Hey, it's not nice to call people 'idiot'!"

Their conversation was interrupted by a burst of laughter from Benitsubasa's partner - a rather cheerful laugh, clashing strongly against the dark, gothic attire she chose to wear. Haihane just couldn't believe someone was so… dumb, and her hot-blooded teammate was totally falling into the miko girl's pace. Even now, she could see the Red Sekirei temperature rising, fury itching to be unleashed. The Blue Sekirei wasn't sure if she would ever see as good a manzai on TV.

But, like every episode, there must be an end, and two girls wearing rather revealing outfits chose then and there to break the comedy act up.

"Oh, look what we've got, Hibiki. Three unwinged Sekirei."

"So it seems, Hikari."

Benitsubasa cursed under her breath. She was truly having a horrible day - after six hours of a grueling chase all over the city of Shintou Teito, these two identical idiots decided to get in on the action. Sparks shooting off them confirmed what the Red Sekirei had guessed: these two were Nos. 11 and 12, twin Sekirei under the ownership of Kaoru Seo. From what the reports were at the MBI headquarters, these two were "connected at the hip;" so much so that their powers of electricity were indescribably more powerful when the two of them were together.

There were also reports that they had been "hunting" Sekirei who had not made a contract with their Ashikabi yet. Seeing as they weren't very coordinated and their Ashikabi was an idiot, the two had had no such luck at eliminating their targets. It could be said that their actions ended in the exact opposite of their desired results: almost all of their victims were actually led to their fated ones thanks to these two. Some within MBI suspected that this was the real goal that even the two Sekirei - nor their fool of an Ashikabi - weren't aware of.

Whatever the real reason for their actions, Benitsubasa instantly knew that right now the twins were excited at their current prospects. Three unwinged Sekirei, two of which having already exhausted each other out? The Red Sekirei might as well have been handed over on a silver platter.

Luckily, there was still Haihane. Despite being a relatively young Sekirei, the girl was good - her speed and agility were among the best of the 108 alien warriors, which could be taken advantage of all the more with the narrow alleyway walls. True to her physical talents, the Blue Sekirei quickly darted in front of her partner and the miko girl, urging them to get out of there. Somehow, the two found enough strength left to run away, though for how long, they were unsure.

"Oh? Looks like we have a challenger, Hibiki." Her sister looked at the gray-haired goth girl, somewhat worried. It wasn't like she was concerned about her battle prowess - no, Hibiki was quite sure that, short of the single digits, her twin and she could take on quite a few of their brothers and sisters. But for an unwinged Sekirei to welcome the challenge, even if it was to give her friends time to escape? There was something off about the upcoming fight; unfortunately for her, she was about to find out exactly what.

"Disciplinary Squad, Blue Sekirei, No. 104, Haihane," announced their opponent, leaving the two gaping at their luck, or lack thereof.

"... Hibiki, you're the smarter, more composed one of us. Did she say what I think she said?"

"... If what you thought she said was 'Disciplinary Squad,' then yes, Hikari, she did."

"Okay, just checking to be sure."

As if to further confirm their suspicions, the bandaged girl waved her hand. With a solid SHINK!, five scary-looking blades extended from her fingers, terrifying the twins all the more. It just so happened that, just the previous night, the two had agreed to watch a horror movie with their perverted Ashikabi. The movie featured some man with a scarred face, who had hunted teenagers with a glove with similar bladed extensions. Evidently Seo had been trying to butter them up and comfort them, no doubt hoping he'd get lucky. Unfortunately, Hibiki and Hikari were so scared their powers had unwittingly gone haywire, leaving both the television and the pervert fried.

Needless to say, the creepy girl in front of them was bringing back nightmares.

The Blue Sekirei had waited for them to introduce themselves, as was customary for a Sekirei duel, but this was starting to get ridiculous. The two had actually started to talk about one of her favorite movies and acted as if she wasn't even there! … Then again, it wasn't as if she wanted to fight two Sekirei at the same time - the chances of her coming out of it unscathed were relatively small. Haihane thought about it, and figured that, if they were so willing to ignore her, maybe she would oblige them and run away. She needed to keep up with Benitsubasa in the end. With a little shrug, the girl jumped up the side of the building and headed off in the direction the two other Sekirei had run off, leaving behind the twins, much to their relief.

The one sporting a larger chest posed a question. "Should we follow them, Hibiki?"

"No, unless you want to start messing with the Disciplinary Squad. If I remember right, she is on the squad, too."

"Oh yeah - her," whimpered the more endowed of the two, a shiver of fear racing down her back. The farther away from that sadistic battle freak of a Sekirei they were, the better. "Er, well, maybe we should look for Seo - no doubt he's mooching off that friend of his again."

And with a nod from her smaller sister, the twin Sekirei walked off, fully aware of their own cowardice and not caring whatsoever.


Yukari was still finding it hard to believe that her brother was such a failure. She knew how smart her mother was and, after eavesdropping on her mother a bit and doing a little digging, found out who their father was as well. And considering her father that she had never met before was a legitimate genius, it would be natural to assume that her brother and she had high IQ scores.

Alas, on her end, it was not meant to be. Yukari wouldn't consider herself dumb by any stretch of the imagination, but still, her intelligence was only a little above average. Enough that she could get into one of the better women's colleges in Shintou Teito, but not on the same level as Minato's dream school. Sure, she had tried to go there, but unlike her big brother Minato, she had not put all her eggs in the same basket.

The problem with Minato, in her opinion, was a certain lack of self-confidence, no doubt after being consistently beaten down by both his mother and sister. For a guy, having to bow to the whims of a single woman would be tough, let alone the two closest to him.

Truth be told, Yukari really wished she hadn't been such a bitch to her brother. In fact, she hated it whenever she saw him cower before her. No, she would have much prefered it if Minato and she had worked things out and become close. Like a normal brother and sister. Cooking each other's meals, watching movies together, sharing a bath with each other…

Yukari mentally blanched at that last desire. Ugh, she had been hoping that those horrible feelings had disappeared with her brother gone for a year.

As much as she hated to admit it, the younger sister had had a crush on Minato growing up. She guessed it was after he had found her lost in the woods. And even as a little girl, she knew her thoughts were wrong. Minato was her big brother. And a young girl should never look at her brother like that.

So, Yukari did what most girls did in any situation when they like someone but didn't want to admit it: she took her feelings out on him, usually in the form of insults or threats. She abused him every chance she got, from ordering him around like a servant to threatening him of horrible consequences if he ever considered peeking on her (which she secretly hoped he would, though she knew Minato would never even consider it). She knew she was ruining her relationship with her brother, but Yukari couldn't help it - the girl feared she would never see her brother again if her true feelings were ever revealed.

His escape attempt to the city formally known as Tokyo was a relief as much as it was a heartache. While it did hurt not being around him anymore, without an older brother to bully, she was resorted to do what normal girls did her age: start fantasizing about the perfect guy. Gradually, images of her brother started fading, replaced by bishounen so cute, you could make them look like a girl. A very rare breed, naturally, and one that couldn't be found in the inaka. And since this preference was basically impossible to indulge in her hometown, Yukari kept searching for new avenues to pursue affection; and she found some… in the form of breasts. The girl had no idea why her mind had made quite the 180. It may have been due to an odd case of the Oedipus complex, considering the giant knockers her mother had, but she suddenly developed a desire to fondle the fruits of well-endowed women. To her, big breasts became just as much of a national treasure as bishounen, and they were much more abundant in the inaka. It just so happened that her best friend had one of the more impressive racks in her school. As the year slowly progressed, so did Yukari's fascination with her friend's two large orbs until one night, at a sleepover, her willpower gave out.

Fortunately, her friend turned out to be lesbian and quite enjoyed the cute Yukari groping her pride and joy.

And from that moment on, Yukari was bisexual. She lusted after both well-endowed girls and pretty boys, and, since she was relatively attractive, she usually could find whatever she wanted.

So naturally, the youngest Sahashi was absolutely ecstatic when, out of the blue, the embodiment of sexual desire literally fell in the lap of her bishounen brother. It might have been just a split-second, but in that short amount of time, what must have been a god of lust had blessed Yukari with a vision. Even while her onii-chan got the panty shot of all panty shots, the only thing his little sister could focus on was the massive bust practically bursting out of the white gi. Oh, how she would love to massage those watermelons with her two hands!

Of course, anyone's attention would naturally be destroyed when a second body fell right on top of the first…


This was, again, not Benitsubasa's day. From chasing a human pogo stick to dealing with the Pikachu S&M sisters, her life was a hectic mess as she darted over buildings following Musubi. Sure, she was glad when Haihane had returned looking no worse for the wear, but her flight still left her as exhausted as she ever had been in her life.

It didn't help that the human pogo stick sported two handles that were way too big to be comfortable. And that those handles seemed to bounce just as much as the Sekirei herself, as if they were mocking the pinkette.

Damn all big breasts! Leave something for all those less fortunate!

Now, as most would presume, it was usually unwise to focus on something other than the surroundings when jumping between buildings, especially when going at a speed far exceeding that of humans. It's easy to lose focus, and it's never good to lose focus when there are forty-foot drops. Not one bit.

So, naturally, the young, unfocused pinkette, tortured by images of her rival's massive pair of tits (for some odd reason, an image of those two melons refused to leave her mind) and not paying attention to her surroundings at all, soon found her face planted into the side of one of the tall buildings that dotted the skyline of Shintou Teito. That was indeed the impact needed to help her focus on the situation - the fact that she was now hanging on by her fingertips over a forty-foot drop made it obvious that the crash came a little too late.

It didn't help that Haihane, who had tried (though not that much - there was an opportunity to rib Benitsubasa later, and she wanted to take advantage of it as much as possible) to warn her partner, was busy cracking up.

The shock wave from the collision jarred her miko-like rival's concentration, and she looked down the side of the building to find the Red Sekirei clinging to bricks. Now, in most cases, the hunted in this situation would take the opportunity to escape, which was reasonably smart. They may even see this as an opening to finish off their hunter, which was considerably smarter.

Sadly, Musubi never was considered moderately intelligent, so she merely glanced over the side, her head tilted cutely, wondering what she should do. And she would have stayed that way for who knows how long, had the pink-haired No. 105 not uttered the one word that could put her in action: "Help!" Musubi, a pure-hearted young alien girl, was never one to abandon someone in need of help. She truly believed in the power of love and wanted to share it with everybody, and this was the perfect opportunity! What better way to prove the validity of her beliefs was there than to help save an enemy! Perhaps then her self-proclaimed rival would acknowledge her and they could become the best of friends! So, without further hesitation, No. 88 did the only thing she could think of to get to the troubled Benitsubasa - she jumped down…

Let me repeat, Sekirei No. 88 Musubi was not the sharpest tool in the shed. In fact, MBI scientists secretly believed she was the dumbest of all Sekirei. That, combined with her naivete and innocence along with her amazing beauty and well-endowed bust, was all that was needed for a betting pool among the scientists on how long it would take for her Ashikabi to take advantage of her. The over/under was two hours.

There was another bet on whether or not the girl would proclaim it as love… Currently no one had put any money on "No."

Anyways, long story short, jumping down to help her rival proved unwise - especially considering there was nothing between the ceiling and the ground. Benitsubasa barely even registered the blur rush past her, nor did she hear the cry for someone to "look out." She definitely was unaware of the extremely awkward pile of bodies just below her. All the Red Sekirei knew was that, at that moment, she was losing her grip and about to have a forty-foot fall. Not enough to kill her, and probably not enough to break any bones, but still bound to be painful.

At long last, her exhaustion won out and she lost her hold. For some odd reason, the Red Sekirei recalled a small lesson on gravity one of her adjustors taught her on a whim. She knew that gravity managed to pull things down at 9.8 meters per second, which meant that she would hit the bottom in… a second and a half. For Benitsubasa, it was the longest 1.5 seconds she had ever experienced. The girl couldn't help but wonder why this entire escapade had seemed like it came out of those animes that the MIB researchers had let her watch.

Well, as long as she didn't fall onto someone…

Oh no. She just had to think that. No, because she questioned fate, there was bound to be someone under her, their collision starting an epic tale of conflict and romance.

… Maybe she should stop watching anime…

And how the hell was she able to think about all of this in a second and a half?


Minato wasn't sure which side of the coin fortune had flipped for him that day. On the side of luck - well, what single straight guy wouldn't be pleased when a very round, firm-looking butt with pure white panties suddenly flashing in front of his face? Plus, a very cute face - though the pink hair seemed a little strange - soon followed, mere inches away from his own. Most guys would see that sequence as a huge boon.

Then again, considering the butt had smashed into him from somewhere above, followed by another collision involving the cute face… well, he wasn't sure if he should go to the hospital to check for any broken limbs. Though explaining how he suffered those injuries would prove bothersome - not to mention the possibility of being labeled as a pervert.

Now that he thought about it, he'd never actually gotten seriously injured before.

Still, now was not the time to worry about that. The bigger worry was whether either the cute tush or the cute face would start reacting in a violent matter. Years of continued abuse from both his way-too-bossy sister and even bossier mother had ingrained within him a sixth sense - one which had grown practically back to full strength after just a single day with Yukari. And frankly, this sixth sense wasn't just tingling about the cute pink-haired girl. It was giving him literal chills, and inside his head, a loud and obnoxious siren was shouting out "Danger!" in its highest decibel.

The blush that was obviously not from attraction didn't help matters at all.

Yeah, fortune definitely didn't give him any favors this day.

"Er… hi?"

The tension immediately shattered. Quicker than he thought a human could ever actually move, the pinkette sprung up, sputtering out threats and insults in a very embarrassed and heated manner. "Just like Mom and Yukari," muttered the ryonin - seriously, why did fate just love to send violent girls into his life?

Minato heaved a sigh before registering that he still was under an amount of weight. He looked down his chest… only to see the same white pair of panties on the very shapely butt. Instantly something hardened below his waist - which he realized was probably close to the face of whomever was on top of him. Of course, realizing how bitchy fate seemed to be in his life, it was practically guaranteed that, should the mystery tush figure this out, a violent beating would ensue, soon joined by Pink and Yukari. And, like usual, it wouldn't be his fault. Perhaps he should start thinking up random excuses that probably would be ignored by the three troublesome women.

All of these ideas were promptly squashed when, instead of a furious outcry, he heard a soft voice moaning "itai." Slowly, the mysterious tush sat up, revealing to the virgin beneath it a … rather attractive back and a short hairstyle, slowly being rubbed by a gloved hand. It didn't mean much, since there were plenty of women who "looked nice" when checked out from behind. Naturally, seeing a rather curvy back with a very nice butt straddling him didn't stop Minato's hormones from acting up even more.

The girl kept groaning from the fall, muttering about too tall of distances to jump from. She turned her head to take in her surroundings. Finally her eyes and the eyes of the man underneath her met. For the young man, it was quite the electrifying moment. Minato was instantly captivated by the strange girl's overwhelmingly insane cuteness. Her eyes were a chocolate brown, which matched her hair styled in a hime cut. Through rather short, two side bangs framed a picturesque face. A single hair shot out in a different direction, which worried the boy a bit, but still made her all the more adorable. If Minato could describe her, she was the embodiment of innocent beauty.

That all changed when she thanked him for catching her, proving that innocence may have in fact leaned more to the naiveté/foolishness. It seemed like that one errant strand did prove to be an idiot hair, just as he had first feared.

"Watch out!" With a sudden shout, the girl dive-tackled him away from an explosion. The young man soon found his face in a valley surrounded by two great peaks, and instantly his pants grew a little tighter. Those things were enormous! He was having trouble trying to figure out if he should hug the girl, go straight to groping, or push her away for fear of being caught out in public.

Unfortunately, that moment of blissful indecision was taken away from him as the hime-cut girl jumped off him to stand… protectively over him? What was going on?

"Oi, cow-tits, get out of the way! I'm going to murder that boy!"

Oh, from where the explosion came, the pinkette stood in the middle of a crater… Wait, did that petite girl just punch a three-foot hole into the ground?! Shaking his head to ignore what obviously was a blatant disregard of the laws of physics, Minato instead chose to get a good look at her this time and could tell that his first impression of her was on the mark - she was also insanely cute. Not the brunette's "completely innocent but with a body that begs to be ravished" cuteness - did he actually think that? - but more of an adorability that begged to be pampered and praised, but unwilling to admit such. He could honestly see himself standing next to her, petting her pink hai~ Minato could only sigh and figured he seriously needed to get a girlfriend.

He glanced at the pinkette again and noticed that she had gloves on her hands like the brunette, too. Looking closer, he noticed that she wore a short blue kimono with a large red obi… and were those spats? That was certainly an odd fashion choice. Granted, it did look good on her… Speaking of which, the girl who had landed on him first also wore a kimono - just one with obvious miko influences, though extremely short, as if it came out of one of those cosplay magazines some guys he knew were into.

… Why did the young man all of the sudden have images of a fighting game from the arcades running through his mind?

All that took a backseat when it finally registered what the pinkette had just said. "Woah, hold it, P~Pink. Before you go around trying to p~pummel my face in, let me ask a q~question: why do you want to m~murder me? I mean, if anything, I'm the v~victim here!" Minato mentally cursed himself for once again being weak around anything that had boobs - it was a condition that was beat into him by both his mother and his sister, and he was seriously trying to break it.

Hearing his admittedly good question and reasoning, all three girls in the area stared at the young man still lying on the ground. Yukari practically palmed her face at her brother's patheticness, though there was no one else but herself and her mother to blame. The pinkette nearly face faulted, muttering something about "pink." And the brunette… just stared at the man behind her. Minato could swear he noticed question marks popping up around her.

"Benitsubasa, stand down." All four started and instantly whirled around to find a new girl landing softly nearby. Minato was again struck by the girl's beauty, though this one was on a whole different vibe than the two girls in front of him. Instead of being cute, this new girl had a certain… dark appeal. He could automatically see she preferred the Gothic style - black clothes (though calling them clothes may be a stretch; more like rags), silver hair, dark makeup, and bandages. Lots and lots of bandages covering quite a bit of body. Strike that, Minato was sure that there was more bandages covering her than rag~ clothes. It left little to the imagination.

The pinkette, now identified as Benitsubasa - which was quite the unusual name, Minato thought, even if it obviously fitted her - quickly rounded her anger on the newcomer. "But Haihane! That man almost winged me!"

Haihane… Benitsubasa… did their names have anything to do with their hair? And what the hell did "wing" even mean? The lone male in the group could only wonder while the two continued bickering.

"But since he didn't, then what's the harm? Besides, it was your fault."

"It was not! It was…" The entire group, bar the brunette, leered with their eyes half-lidded at the pinkette who was obviously trying to find someway to deflect the blame. Fortunately for her, she found a confused target. "It was her! Yeah, it was my rival's fault! Blame cow-tits, not me!"

It seemed like the brunette figured out they were talking about her. "Hey, it's not nice to call people names!" She quickly jumped, pulled back a fist, and tried to punch the pinkette as hard as she could… resulting in a massive dust cloud shooting up in the air. The two siblings could only stare dumbstruck at the girl's display of monstrous strength.

A harsh cough broke the silence as the debris started to fall. Benitsubasa managed to dodge the attack and glared at the brunette, her hand covering her mouth to let her breath. The young man noted that she was about to retaliate, her legs taunt in anticipation, when her goth friend pulled her back. "Listen, we should head back. It's getting late."

The pinkette growled at her partner before conceding. "Oi, Musubi! You're my rival, you got that? Next time we meet, it'll be to the d~ Haihane, let go! You totally threw me off! Wait, no! I've got to threaten the boy! I've got to th~" Minato and Yukari sweat-dropped as the Goth girl dragged Benitsubasa away. They actually felt a bit sorry that the girl in the blue kimono couldn't finish what she wanted to say, despite the obvious death threat.

Still, that left them with the last of the weird girls - the girl with the gigantic ti~ er… the miko-clad girl, Musubi. Both of the siblings just watched her, wondering how they should help the clueless girl, just as she collapsed. Minato quickly hurried over to the girl, Yukari just behind, afraid of what happened to the poor girl.

And both of the intelligent children also noticed the weird electronic device lying next to her, blinking somewhat ominously.