This is a crossover between Sekirei and Freezing. It's a tryout for an idea that I had in my mind. Hope you guys enjoy it. There will be a 'new' Sekirei if you will, just to fit in with the plot I have in mind. This is also written before the majority of Sekirei's have their ashikabi's, again to fit the plot I have in mind. Rate, Fav, Criticise, Advise!

I do not own Sekirei nor Freezing!

Chapter 1: A Friendly Alien

The dark of the night covered the world in it's calm, serene essence. It helped in situations like these. A situation that had become more apparent due to the incursions of an alien race. MBI had been forced to take a seat from the Sekirei Plan due to the danger the world was in from this new alien race; The NOVAs.

"Halo jump will commence in five minutes!"

Standing up, a man covered in military overalls to protect his body from frostbite, grunted at the prospect of falling from over 15,000 feet. Fighting and courage may have been strong points, but height definitely wasn't.

"Are you ready #109?"

"Let's just get this over with."

The soldier next to him mumbled something incomprehensible and opened the back door. They both watched it swing open slowly, revealing a wave of clouds and full moon.

"Jump will commence in 1 minute!"

The Sekirei stood alone in his jumpsuit. "You better put your helmet on. Don't want that pretty hair getting all messed up do we?"

He let off a grunt and grabbed the helmet. Sliding it over his dirty blonde hair. "Whatever you say, Cap."

"Don't be like that. Who knows, you might even find your ashikabi or whatever it's called." the shorter man replied to the Sekirei.

"Oh my, you make it sound so sincere..." he sarcastically mumbled toward the soldier.

"Halo jump will commence in 5... 4... 3... 2... 1..."

"Clear! Good luck!"

The Sekirei bolted from the back of the cargo bay and sprung out of the plane. It resembled a futuristic version of the C-130 Cargo plane used by the US Air Force.

After a few minutes of free falling, the Sekirei being inserted above then noticed something rather shocking to him. "What in the actual hell..."

"They give me a damn flightsuit to protect me, but NOT A DAMN PARACHUTE!?" He couldn't believe his luck and his distain for MBI grew even more as a result.

"Sister Margaret! We have an unidentified object heading straight for the school!" Yumi cried out.

Sister Margaret turned towards the screen and saw a small projectile spinning towards the campus. "It's too small to be a Nova... has there been any activity or fluctuations?" She asked serenely, looking at Yumi.

"None. It's generally too small to be a NOVA. It could be Chevalier testing something?" Yumi suggested.

"I do not believe that. If the Chevalier would be testing something it would not be near the campus, nor would they not tell me about it. Unless they're hiding something... "How long do we have until impact?"

"Roughly five minutes." came the answer.

"Order all students below third year to evacuate underground until we clarify what or who it is. Tell the third and fourth years to be on guard and to be ready."

Kazuya Aoi was a gifted limiter. Due to his stigmata body, he could use freezing without an Ereinbar set, a rare feature. During his attendance at West Genetics he became close to a Pandora, Satellizer L. Bridgette.

Through their battles together, Satellizer, or Satella/Stella as she was sometimes called, became more open to Kazuya. They were currently in Satella's room, talking about each other's day.

"This is a level 1 warning. All first and second years to the underground tunnels. Third and fourth years attend the assembly hall and wait for further orders. Limiters, accompany your pandora."

"Level 1, yet no mention of an incursion." Satella mentioned.

"Or a Nova for that matter." her supposed other half added. She turned to look towards him, wondering if they will be put into battle again. It was hard enough to be with Kazuya outside of battle, yet alone without his newly found 'Aunts' grabbing and holding him every waking second of the day. Yet all she could do was smile that they were alone.

Kazuya noticed he was being watched with a smile, he enjoyed it when she smiled. It happened so rarely it was like a miracle. The greatest thing was, that only he saw her smile.

"We should go to the tunnels now." Kazuya said with a smile. He received a nod from Stella and they left the room with their battle uniform.

God damn it, this is going to hurt. The Sekirei braced himself for a hard landing, wondering what he would fall through or worse, who. Now faster moving he found himself over a huge collection of buildings. It was a strange sight. A good five buildings, large in scale, and then nothing else. He took relief to the fact he would be hitting none of them.

He turned onto his back, bracing for impact. At least on his back, the worst thing that his back would break, but due to a Sekirei's healing capabilities he'd be healed in a few days time.

!CRASH!

Number 109, had smashed into the courtyard of the West Genetics school in an island off Japan. A small crowd gathered around him. The first two to approach him were none other than Su-Na Lee, the top Chevalier Pandora, and Amelia Evans, the somewhat 'successful' E-Pandora. They witnessed the crater with a humanoid inside it.

The smoke of his landing slowly faded, making people who saw him gasp a little. In a crater, lay a man, who would stand at 6ft4 in height, and had a strong muscular build. In contrast to a lot of the girls and the Japanese population, he towered them.

He let off a groan and his head moved from the left to the right, as if he was having a dream of some kind.

"Holy crap, he's alive!?" Amelia exclaimed.

"Surely this isn't the weirdest thing you've seen." Su-Na chimed in.

"No, you're right, it's not. But he still shouldn't be alive."

"Not human? Tick." Su-Na waved her hand as to give a 'tick' to an invisible sheet of paper.

"We still should get him to the recovery center. He doesn't look like a threat. And we can always probe him for more information later." Ms. Evans said, utterly serious.

Su-Na Lee gave off her typical sarcastic and playful reply; "I bet you want to probe him."

"Shut up and help me carry him." was the response.

Sekirei #109's eyes fluttered open to see a white ceiling. He then tried to sit up, his arms pushing him up against the headboard. He fell back and hit it with a thud. A searing pain shot up his spine as he let out a hiss.

"You should try not to move." a voice said from the corner of the room. There was a woman in the corner with grey hair, with a small colouring of red in her fringe. #109 was a little taken back by her.

"Ugh, I take it my back is broken."

"Yeah. It is. Along with ribs, shoulders and the collar bone."

"Sorry, and you are?" he asked.

"I should be asking you the same question. However, I am Amelia Evans." She stood up and walked toward the bed slowly.

"And who, or what, should I say, are you?" she leaned in and inspected his face.

"I am what you would call a Sekirei."

Amelia's face turned into a confused one. "A Wagtail?... really?" She started to pout.

"Thanks for letting me finish. A Sekirei is, well... essentially an alien to Earth. Genetically, we're 99% the same. The 1% difference being our core to your... heart I guess."

"Uh huh... And what were you doing falling out of the sky?" she continued her interrogation.

"I was halo jumping into this area. I was told to help defend it from the NOVA should they attack." he replied.

"Aren't you supposed to have a parachute for a halo jump?" her left eyebrow raised. "That's what I was led to believe too. Apparently the bastards didn't equip me with one."

He held out a hand in a gesture of a handshake, "Sorry for being rude, my name is Sasori. Sekirei #109." Amelia hesitantly shaked the man's hand. Finding it incredibly soft compared to most men. He smiled at the response.

"So, where am I exactly?"

"At West Genetics Academy. You fell straight into the courtyard."

A grin slowly took over his face, "West Genetics... Where the stigma user's go, right?"

"Correct. Well... it's good to see you're blatantly on our side since you're helping defend against the NOVA." Amelia gave her two cents. "And since you said you'd help defend against the NOVA, what exactly can you do?"

Sasori smiled gently, he grabbed her waist with his right arm pulling her closer. "Why don't you find out?" he whispered.

She blushed heavily at the contact and the proposal, but decided to pull away. "Nevermind. I'll find out sooner or later anyway. Get some rest. There will be plenty more people 'interested' in you."

He watched her walk out of the room, slowly contemplating what he'd just done. Once she was out of the room, he collapsed back into the mattress lying down, letting out another hiss of pain. It was surprising his back wasn't sore when he was sitting up talking to her.

Theoretically, it should've still pained or ached while I was sitting up. Maybe it was just the talking that did it took my mind off it. Being interrogated has a way of taking your mind off of things I bet.