Stop! If you haven't already, go back and read Imagine Magic: Menma. If you don't you'll be fucking lost, if you proceed and then complain that this makes no sense, I will fucking skin you alive.
You have been warned.
Also, this will not be your typical, happy-go-fucking-lucky Sekirei crossover, you will prepare to have your emotions thoroughly raped and by the end of it, you will walk away in shame with a warm feeling down your inner thigh. Harsh imagery, but you get my meaning.
Featuring in this lovely fic will be, character deaths/mind control/mindrape/vile manipulation of people/cuckold'ing and much more lovely things of the like, also if you are retarded and are unaware what deception is, I will proceed to call you out on it, lying is one of the required things for this little series I have.
If you are squeamish at the sight of such harsh subject matter, vacate the page immediately. I will not be pleased if I hear you complaining about it, after reading this. Once more, I will go Buffalo Bill on your ass.
Please enjoy.
A beautifully polished black stretch hummer was making its way across one of the few long bridges connecting Shinto Teito to the rest of the country. Driving the vehicle was a middle aged man with short black hair and a well kept beard around his chin, his eyes were covered by a pair of sunglasses and he wore a simple but stylish black uniform, that being a jacket with slacks and dress shoes.
In the back, where all the important characters were currently seated, was quite the collection of individuals. The oldest of the bunch was a man with long, spiky black hair and matching coal black eyes, he had fair coloured skin and wore a red dress shirt with a black tie, upon the very end of the tie was a fan-shaped sigil with a red crescent and white 'handle'. A pair of black slacks that fell into a pair of black sandals in the style of a bygone era, when questioned as to why he was wearing such a pair of shoes he would simply smile and answer back cryptically, "You have no idea how old I am."
And in truth, there probably wasn't a person, Angel or Demon alike, who could truly guess how old Madara Uchiha was.
Beside him was his adopted grandson, Menma Uzumaki. The boy was the apple of his eyes, a born crazy like himself. Madara was proud of this child, more so than his was of his own children as he truly managed to shake the world in a way that it would never fully recover from.
Menma Uzumaki was a youth, roughly 17 years of age. He too had spiky black hair, though it was held in a short ponytail with a few loose strands framing the right side of his face, he was a looker that was to be sure, though under that veil of calm and content lay a berserk beast of psychotic rage few could truly comprehend. His skin was slightly pale, just from lack of wanting to leave his own house, though not offputtingly so.
He wore a white dress shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, a simple white gold chain necklace around his neck, containing a quartet of thin but gorgeous gems, one being a deep, bloody, crimson ruby. Next to it was one that looked as though someone stuck a dark sapphire into liquid nitrogen instead of being a simple gem, it seems to chill the very air around it. Flanking those two were a pair of gorgeous golden gems, looking like citrine with their golden honey glow.
All of them held an otherworldly presence to them, the few shafts of light that managed to make it through the windows reflected off them to create a symphony of colour. On his middle right finger was a silver coloured ring with a nearly transparent blue topaz his catalyst ring, designed by his grandfather when he was younger to augment his spells destructive power, to finish off his jeweled bedazzlement he had a pair of opaque blue orb shaped earrings these held no significance, he just felt like wearing them.
He wore a pair of black jeans with black and white high top converse on his feet. He was sitting with one leg crossed over the other, his left ankle sitting on his right knee with one arm around the woman beside him, and his other hand resting on the head of the girl sitting on his lap.
Said woman was Xenovia Quarta, her hair hung around her neck with two longer strands falling to her collarbone whilst on top it was slightly feathered and layered, a single streak of green running to the left side of her head, a pair of dark gold coloured eyes filled with a soft warmth gazed upon the small girl sitting beside her, Xenovia was clad in a black bodysuit-leotard ensemble, that seemed to barely restrain her bountiful bosom in its grip, with a matching pair of leggings that cut off at her thighs, leaving a small window to gaze upon her yummy legs. Though when the got out of the car she would be throwing on her dark blue trench coat to not be as revealing, she was quite comfortable with the small crowd, mostly to keep her King's eyes firmly upon her.
Sitting on Menma's lap was petite little creature, Koneko Toujou to be exact. His little pet was happily resting against his chest, almost purring in content as he idly stroked her short, silver hair. A pair of feline ears protruding from the top of her skull twitching occasionally when he would get a specific spot, they would fold back when he removed his hand from said spot, and a small whine would leave her lips unintentionally, were her eyes open one could see a radiant pair of golden coloured, feline eyes. Around her slim neck was a collar, with several arcane etchings upon its surface, and a silver bell that would chime as she moved.
She wore a simple white Chinese style one-piece dress, a pair of long white thigh-high stockings with matching ballet flats, her smooth pale thighs were a personal favourite of the black haired King, accented by the slim white tail that was curled around her right thigh, occasionally his hand would cease stroking her head and instead sit across her slim waist, but usually this resulted in the sleeping girl to become fussy and move about in search of it, thus starting the cycle all over.
The small one aside Xenovia was Tama, his little Kitsune Bishop. She had short red hair was flared out around her neck along with two bangs framing her face, held in check by a pair of dark pink hair clips, a duo of red foxy ears perked up atop her head, her crystalline azure eyes looking out the window of the vehicle filled with excitement, a pair of vulpine tails wagging to reflect as such. She wore a dark red sundress with white frills, she wore a pair of dark red sandals, showing off her slightly pointed toe-nails.
Next to her, was the final, humanoid, member of the ensemble, Asia Argento. An adorably naïve young woman who was once a Nun of the Church, now served as Menma's second Bishop in her life as a Devil. With waist length straight blonde hair, and a pair of bangs framing her sweet face she was the picture of innocence, and she lived up to that picture really. Her light emerald eyes filled with naught but positivity and sweetness. One could only imagine how she would react if she knew how truly depraved her closest friend was.
She wore a long pale yellow dress with a white blouse over it, brown leather sandals on her feet. Out of all of them, she was probably the most normal when it came to dress sense. Whilst Menma and Madara looked like a pair of playboys, Xenovia looked ready for war, Koneko and Tama looking like a pair of mascots for some cosplay café...Yeah. Asia was probably the normal one.
Coming along for the ride were the not-so-human looking members of their little clique, Tiamat the Blue Dragon King, which was odd for a title considering she was female but whatever. Tiamat, she had a trio of horns atop her head, two pointing back whilst the third sat in the centre of her forehead and grew forward and upward, like an axe-blade...Or Seregios for those who play one of the best game series ever made. Judging from her bone structure one could correctly assume she could be both a biped and quadruped, a pair of little wings on her back. This of course was not her true form, merely a more convenient one when it came to moving about with her partner.
Lastly was a small grey cat asleep next to said dragon, whilst the pair sat between Madara and Menma, not perturbed by the moving of the car, just content to sleep. This cat was in fact, the only really average being amongst the supernatural ones she was surrounded by, but little Miyo was a cat and probably couldn't fathom beyond 'This is my owner, I like him.' When it came to recognizing them all.
There were three more members of their little group but, Gin, a monkey-yokai that looked suspiciously liked a SS4, Anna a snake woman with possibly Australian heritage if the type of snake she was, was anything to go by, and Robu, a Cerberus hound were currently traveling on their own, Menma had suggested the pair take Robu for a little extra back-up, in case worse came to worse.
A quick summary of previous events? Menma, a simple human with Sorcerer heritage was targeted by a Fallen Angel, on the false assumption he was a devil at the time, unfortunately whilst the pair were coming to blows, Menma was blindsided by a misfired shot from Rias Gremory, long story short he was stabbed, she resurrected him.
He was not pleased with this, not at fucking all. In fact he'd already spent a great deal of time avoiding the girl because he just plain didn't like her, so when he was revived he almost lost his shit. So to get back at her when she came to visit him the next night, he charmed her into fucking. And ravaged that stupid cunt for several hours. With protection of course, he wasn't stupid.
This in turn led to the events involving Riser challenging him to a duel, Menma won by a landslide almost killing the possible sister-fucker, he wanted his prize of victory to be an annulment of the contract, he said this in front of all gathered Devils, which caused quite the backlash against the Gremory Clan, a mere resurrected devil rejected a pureblood? Surely there must have been something wrong with the heir for such an event to transpire, which led to her family losing a bit of clout.
However during a small meeting afterwards between the Phenex, Sitri and Gremory lords and ladies Menma discovered his Evil Piece was decaying and with it, his own body due to how he had failed to connect with his 'Master'.
That led to him being swapped for a Rook piece to the Leviathan, Serafall. They fucked a bit, he came on her face a bunch, all in good fun. Menma collected more people to enjoy the company of, so on and so forth.
But, and there always is a but.
Menma grew tired of being a pawn in their scheme. So at the peace summit between the Fallen, Devils and Angels, Menma placed a deathly rune upon his hand and transmitted his energy into their bodies, all minus the Fallen as he seemed to actively avoid Menma's touch. But 4/5 was still pretty good. Menma ended up killing off four of the biggest players in the universe whilst also absorbing their souls/power for himself, he ended up making this power into his necklace. Wearing his trophies of war, literally.
Finally he decided to take an extra spoil and stole Koneko from Rias because fuck that cunt, he killed Issei and stole his Sacred Gear, adding to his collection of Limit Break and Divine Dividing, he now planned to suck the power from the two draconian 'Gears to ascend to a higher level of existence and then, enact a blood ritual to take their physical forms to purge the Devil-ness from his body, which would make him untraceable by those he'd wronged.
Until they figured out he was a giant fucking dragon hiding in human skin. But, meh...Details.
The only drawback was that the ritual would take about a week of solid concentration, though given the fact his reserves were quite possibly infinite now, it may end up taking a little less time than that.
They were moving to Shinto Teito to get away from the bothersome Devils and to stir up some more trouble, though under the guise of just wanting to get out of the boring city as he'd been 'Given leave' by his now deceased Master.
A small shame, he did so enjoy glazing Serafall like the dirty slut she secretly was, ah well.
"Having a little walk down memory lane, Menma?" Asked Madara with amusement as he saw his grandson's face twist with slight annoyance occasionally. "It's only been a few hours since we left and you're already homesick, aren't you just the cutest. Your wonderful Jii-sama is here for you, Menma." He assured patronizingly, Menma merely grunted in response, pulling Koneko closer into his form and sighing.
"I was just reflecting. Though I can say I'm happy to be away from it." Informed the younger male, Madara merely shrugged in response.
"Now you see why I never stay in one place too long, shit gets borin' yo."
"Jii-chan said a bad word!" Shouted Tama, scolding the ancient man with an adorable glare.
"Ah! So I did, I'm very sorry Tama-chan. I get forgetful in my old age, hohoho!" He replied, once more whipping out his fake bear and laughing like a real old man.
"Good! You better be sorry!" Nodding to herself with the reassurance the old man had been sufficiently scolded she returned to looking out the window at the big stretch of water beneath the bridge, marveling at how the sunlight sparkled off its surface.
"The mighty Madara Uchiha, cowed by a little girl." Sniped Menma with a smirk.
"The mighty Menma Uzumaki, restrained by his lust for catgirls and thigh highs." Shot back the ancient man with a grin, Menma gave a small amused triplet of chuckles, conceding to that point.
"You do not wanna see my archive then." Informed the Uzumaki getting a chuckle from the old man.
"Kid, I've fucked everything on two legs, in some possibly illegal ways over the centuries I've been alive, you ain't got shit on what I've done." Rebuked the Uchiha, Menma paused for a moment and gave his grandfather a searching look, slightly worried at what kind of metaphorical door he'd just opened.
"I don't think I want to know, but at the same time I really curious." Admitted the King to the Ancient, Madara just grinned devilishly, "That's a discussion for another time, I think." Murmured the Devil, getting a chuckle in response.
As they pulled up to the border crossing the driver had to fork over an ID, the guard gave a vague look towards the arse end of the vehicle and rose a brow at the driver, "Kinda overkill, isn't it?" Asked the guard, a young man with shaggy steel blue hair and silver black eyes.
"The boss gets what the boss wants." Was all the driver could provide, with a helpless shrug, showing he too thought it a little much.
"Alright this checks out, enjoy your time in Shinto Teito." The driver tipped his hat and drove off, as they passed the guard swore he felt a pair of eyes on him, a faint red glow coming from one of the windows, he felt his head go fuzzy before yawning.
"Ugh, I hate this job." He murmured and shook off the cobwebs in his head.
A Short Time Later
The house they'd got was at the north end, apparently one of the more desirable districts, although the further they drew through the city the quicker a smirk grew on the old Uchiha's face, "What's with that look..?" Asked his kid suspiciously.
"This city is packed to the breaking point with powerful signatures, though nothing you or yours couldn't handle it dare say you'll get a few little scuffles for your trouble." Informed the man, Menma gave him a dry look.
"I may suck at sensing, but I know bullshit when I hear it. At best I expect mild inconvenience, need I remind you who I'm wearing?" He replied with a flat tone, idly gesturing to his necklace.
"Yes but you didn't really fight them on fair ground, just killed them off. I'm almost certain you would have been slaughtered by just one of them." Said Madara, an unfamiliar seriousness on his face.
"Be that as it may, I still have their power. Four god-like beings, two 'Heavenly Dragons' to absorb, and a shit ton of firepower backing me up. I struggle to see how anything here could phase any of us." Menma said with finality.
"Oh I agree, probably one of two will actually make you work for it. And with your now power even they will have to pull out all the stops to do any substantial damage, but I was merely pointing out. There is a big difference between straight on combat and assassination, not to lessen said accomplishment."
"Are we gonna drop this or keep talking in circles?" Questioned Menma with a sigh, Madara gave a small grin in response, "You're insufferable sometimes."
"We're here, boss." Informed the driver.
"Oh good, you're dismissed." Madara clicked his finger and the man turned to smoke, Madara opened the door and stepped outside, stretching out as he did so, casting a sideways glance to the house he'd taken, it was a somewhere between a mansion and an average house. Substantially bigger than your average abode but not to the degree of an actual mansion, there were 8 room with one master bedroom, it had a dark red tiled roof with a pair of strong wooden doors at the entrance a pair of his old clans symbol emblazoned upon them.
Menma stepped out, still holding Koneko, Miyo and Tiamat quickly following after him, Tama and Asia almost exploded out of the car and began exploring with palpable excitement, Xenovia was the last to step out, looking out across the street as though to observe for possible enemies.
"Koneko, wake up." Menma said, jostling the white kitten, she mewled before looking up at him with sleepy eyes, "We're here." He held her at arms length and set her down, "Go and have a look around, my darling little pet." He said with an amused smirk, she blushed at the 'pet' title but did so without a word.
Menma and Madara popped open the back and looked over the various ensemble of luggage, "Ah, are you the ones moving in across the road?" Asked a gentle voice, both men turned to see a rather noble looking woman, the way she held herself though, this woman was trained to kill, both of them couldn't miss that.
And she reaked of blood, though it was an old smell, and was almost covered by lavender perfume, she had long, straight soft purple hair done into a hime style with two long bangs framing her face with dark lilac eyes and fair skin, she wore a shrine maidens attire, a purple and white combo with a dark violet sash.
"That's right, am I to assume you are the owner of that lovely house across from us?" Asked Madara with a well practiced smile. Menma giving a short nod in response, but remaining quiet.
"Yes, I own it with my husband, Takehito Asama, my name is Miya Asama, is very nice to have new people in the neighborhood...You should join us for dinner one night, I'm sure it would be lovely." She invited, the older man nodded with, smile still in place. Menma had a pair of bags under his arms this whole time and blew a strand out of his hair.
"Sure, sounds good. Excuse me." Menma tilted his head and began lugging various things inside.
"You'll have to forgive him, Miya-san. He's being very teenager today." Madara shook his head, "I am Madara Uchiha, the boya over there is my grandson, Menma. Are you very busy or did you wanna bring your hubby over and meet the whole clan." He asked, no one but him noticing the irony of the situation.
"Oh that'd be lovely. I'll fetch Takehito-kun, one moment Madara-san." She bowed and seemed to glow at the prospect of meeting new people.
Madara gave a narrowed, curious stare at her retreating figure, she was indeed powerful in her own right. The strongest in this city...But why did she lower herself to this base level..? Such a woman capable of this power should be doing...something with it.
It seemed like a grand waste, letting all that strength go stagnant and then eventually decay. Madara hummed to himself and idly blew a hair from his field of view, "I suppose that's a puzzle for another day. Hmm, It would appear I was misled. There are two more signatures in that house, and one human life sign. Hmm..." Mused Madara, he felt the human, Miya and one of the two alternate signatures coming towards the door.
Menma exited their home at the same time, the same apathetic look on his face, Tama holding his hand, swinging his arm as they walked towards the car. Tama gasped and held her cheeks, removing her hand from his to do so, "Aniki! That lady's hair is so pretty!" She squealed, Menma looked at her with a risen brow, she did that whole sparkling aura thing she usually did when he pat her head.
"Go say hi then, Tama...I'm trying to concentrate on condensing all of my magic to hold the dragons." He murmured pushing her off towards them gently, she quickly rushed up to stand aside Madara who waited with a smile.
The man had gray messy hair, a few strands poking up like a spastic tuft, clad in a black turtleneck tracksuit top with the zip done up all the way and a loose pair of slacks and loafers on his feet, this man smelled of anesthetic and blood. A doctor or biological scientist perhaps.
Finally was an androgynous pretty-boy with short silver-gray hair and a pair of coal coloured eyes almost seemed to have locked onto the black haired King, his own gaze shifting to a golden yellow in attempts to sway his gaze away, he needed to concentrate right now and didn't need any distractions, though Menma would see this as foolish the second the other males eyes widened es eyes widened and he seemed to be on guard even more so than before.
Sporting a lazily buttoned white dress shirt and slacks, and looking rather tired at the same time this boy gave off the image of a night worker who was really too tired to give a shit. He almost smelled of ash and smoke.
Menma narrowed his gaze inquisitively, his curiosity piqued. What were these people? The woman and the ash-smelling man had a power in their stride, whilst the middle man appeared to be completely human, if a little weighed with regret.
"Oh my, isn't she adorable." Crooned Miya with a gentle smile, Menma came up to the car once more to retrieve more luggage.
"I'm Tama! What's your name pretty lady?" Asked the fox girl cutely, her little ears tails almost wriggling with pure excitement at meeting a new person.
"My name is Miya Asama, it's nice to meet you Tama-chan." She greeted the girl then proceeded to hop around the woman, much to her amusement, proclaiming that 'Miya-chan you have such nice hair'.
"She's a bit different, that one." Informed Menma, a small smirk on his face, grabbing three suitcases and lugging them off.
"Did you want some help?" Offered the silver haired male, Menma paused and looked over his shoulder.
"Sure, this lazy ass is to set on mingling, grab whatever." Said Menma gesturing to Madara who chuckled boisterously, getting a sweatdrop from the husband.
"Takehito Asama. A pleasure..." Said Takehito, waving to the younger neighbor whilst offering his hand to the elder.
"Menma Uzumaki." Informed Menma, looking at the boy helping him who gave a quick, 'Kagari'. Garnering a nod from the King.
"Madara Uchiha, my ungrateful grandson's just being a smartass. Ignore him." Said Madara, waving off the younger male and shaking Takehito's hand.
"Oi, watch your fuckin' language around Tama." Said Menma as he walked away, for the first time in their meeting, the neighbours heard a bark of laughter from the younger male, Madara facepalmed as Tama stopped her hopping and went on full-scold mode.
"Aniki no swearing! It's bad! Aneki said so!" She began to chase after him as he and Kagari entered through the main door.
"...So, wanna come inside or are you scared off?" Asked Madara with a grin, Miya merely giggled in reply whilst Takehito's sweatdrop returned.
Menma and Kagari
"So how did you change your eye colour...?" Questioned Kagari.
"Geeze, blunt much? Though I can appreciate it, I too hate beating around the bush. Much prefer just sticking it in, heyo sex joke!" He gave a grin and tossed a look over his shoulder to see a deadpan in response. "Oh wonderful, we'll get along like a house on fire I can already tell." He muttered sarcastically.
"You didn't answer the question."
"I'm a Demon King who was once a human sorcerer." He answered with a straight face, Kagari gave him another blank look.
"Sure you are." He drawled with sarcasm, Menma shrugged. Turns out people aren't receptive to the truth, huh.
"You play video games?" Asked Menma, abruptly, opening the door to Asia's room. Dumping two of the three bags he was carrying and closing it after.
"Don't really have time to, mostly working or sleeping because of work." Informed Kagari.
"Ah, that blows. I was hoping we could do the whole, sarcastic best friends thing. Guess I'll have to keep looking." Menma actually seemed to be a slight upset by this, childishly so. Kagari almost chuckled if the boy didn't look so sour. Just before he could give some kind of response Menma's golden gaze shifted to a soft vermillion.
"Don't try make this into some weird rejection thing, I was just fucking with you." He said, guessing how the boy would respond just purely based on body language, Kagari did let out a small chuckle that time.
"Kiss your mother with that mouth?" He jibed.
"My mother is dead." Answered Menma icily, Kagari felt ice flood his veins, then heat as shame blossomed in his chest. "Or she will be, and when I find my adopted one, so will she be. And fuck it why not the old man too? Bunch of filthy, no good, cunts." Kagari felt like he'd just opened a can of worms he much rather have left sealed, the younger male began spilling out vile curses under his breath, barging open another door not to far from the previous one and tossing the bags on the ground instead of setting them like he did previously.
"This is why I don't like talking to people." Menma sighed and ran a hand through his hair, "I'm no good at it."
"Win some you lose some?" Offered Kagari, more than used to such outburst when it came to humans. Considering how much he'd seen it at the club from both sexes.
"Fuckin' oath ya do." Agreed Menma.
"Where is that phrasing from? I've never heard someone speak like you do..." Admitted Kagari, usually he only spoke to those of Izumo Inn, or women he slept with in search of his Ashikabi.
"Internet mostly. I play a few MMo's with people from all over the world. Mixes up my accent a bit sometimes." He said with a shrug, Kagari noticed he was the only carrying a bag as Menma opened the final door on this wing, "This is my room." Informed the 'playboy'. Accepting the bag from the ashen male.
"How'd it get set up so quickly..?" Questioned Kagari, looking around the room, a king-sized bed rested in the middle of the room whilst a long desk with two monitors sat, a large slab of technology that was his tower resting just outside of the desk's radius, a leather roller chair pushed in neatly.
Posters from various games, ranging from 'Monster Hunter' to 'Warcraft' were splayed across the walls, thick black curtains seemed to suck away most of the sunlight so Menma had to flick on the light.
"Magic." Answered the teen breezily. Kagari sighed at the non-answers but remained silent about it. Menma almost glided over to his desk and retrieved two black objects, tossing one to the surprised Kagari.
"Wha..?" Kagari opened the rectangular device, showing two screens with a grey toggle stick and D-pad on one side with a ABXY button scheme on the other.
"3Ds XL. Bitch you're my new hunting partner, if you refuse I will strip you naked and burn your clothes until you finish the tutorial." Kagari felt his face burst into flames at the image that invaded his mind, an uncomfortable heat rushing through his body.
"B-bu-but!"
"No buts! Or it will be your butt, buck necked and covered in oil. What happens then who knows?" Menma said with a shrug, before he burst out laughing at the lobster impression the older male was doing, it was fun to make people squirm like this. And doing it to strangers was even better.
"...Fine..."Submitted the other male, Menma grinned and somehow Kagari found himself in a chair that seemed to be an exact copy of Menma's but with a grey head-rest instead of a black one.
"Get comfortable, this'll take a while to break you in." Menma sat down and pulled Kagari's chair next to his, "Welcome to Monster Hunter scrublette." He said with a flourish as he powered up his handheld.
Once more Kagari felt that heat flood his chest, "Really!? Him?! B-but I don't even like guys!" Raged the secret Sekirei internally, before dread flooded his body, looking at the smiling male next to him and being uncomfortably close even though the arm rests divided them.
"Ah, crap...Fucking Minaka..." Cursed the Fire Sekirei, his body would no doubt change to accommodate the one who could possibly be his Ashikabi, meaning he'd have to say goodbye to his dick, and welcome in a whole mess of estrogen and rewiring of his whole biological system.
Kagari groaned out a long suffering, pitiful noise.
"I know I know, It's a bit daunting, but you can't fuck up the tutorial, Dharen Moran will just sit there, now CLIMB THE BEAST!" Ordered Menma.
With the others.
"Is that a sex thing..?" Pondered Madara, Xenovia's and Koneko's eyes widened at the implications. The catgirl was off like hell was at her heels.
"Master please sex me, not him!" She pleaded, it turning into only an echo as she raced down the halls.
"Oh wow, that's gonna be fun to explain. THANK MENMA, YOU'RE A TREAT!" Shouted Madara after grumbling the first half.
All the while Takehito and Miya just looked on in either amusement or worry.
That's the first chapter out of the way.
The first three or so will be relatively tame, just letting you know. More or less establishing relations between the main cast. It'll be a while before motivation for the really evil shit can come in anyway. So don't worry your pretty little heads if that's something you dread.
Obviously, Kagari will be apart of the pairing. I'll mull over a few others, but it may end up being just the one. I dunno. Doubt it.
Raxychaz!