Chap 1
A/N: alright peoples listen up. I'm establishing this Sekirei fanfic and its my actual first time uploading this. After I've read some really good fanfics, I decided to give this a shot. I'm also implementing some Watch Dogs elements to this story just to make it more interesting.
Disclaimer:
I don't own Sekirei and all rights go to their owners.
Character Bio:
Name: Marshall Takahiro Caldwell
Date of Birth: November 15
Place of Birth: Chicago, Illinois
Height: 6'4
Weight: 166 lbs.
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Obsidian
Blood Type: B+
Former Occupation: Former US Marine
Present Occupation: Hacker
Hacker Alias: D-Punk
Weapons: Barret REC7, M9 Pistol, Combat Knife, Baton, Taser.
Smart Phone Type: Iphone 5
[Near a Tokyo shipment yard]
A man dressed in a black hoodie along with baggy sweatpants (like those parkour sweatpants) and Nike tennis shoes designed in grey, white and red stood afar from the shipment yard. The bottom half of the man's face is covered by black scarf with grey intricate designs and his head is covered by a hood. In his hands is a Barret REC7 PDW. On his back is a black and white backpack. Next to him is a Siberian husky, who followed his master every step of the way. His phone rang and got a call from a man named "Defalt".
"What is it JB?" asked the man.
"Hey, the guy you're looking for...Martin DeLar am I correct?" said Defalt.
"Yeah. What of it?" asked the man.
"Well...he's got some cronies with him. They are basically his second in command guys and basically ran the whole operation here at the shipment. They're making some sort of weapons deal here. It'll be trouble if they ever accomplish that."
"When's the ship coming in?" asked the man.
"In about two to three minutes top."
"Good enough for me."
"Oh and watch your step. You have security cameras out there marking down every move you take and no doubt do the cops are gonna chase after you."
"Thanks for the tip JB."
"Its Defalt you dumbass. I don't want anybody locating where I am."
"Fine fine...Defalt."
"Finally got it right D-Punk. I'll see you later." with that Defalt ended the connections to the now identified man named D-Punk.
The hacker and his trusty Siberian Husky went towards the shipping yard and got turned his Iphone. There he tapped on the "Security Scanner" app and the Iphone did its magic. There he hacked the security feed on those cameras. The screen said,
"Security cameras hacked and disrupted."
D-Punk grinned at this. Now those cops won't do anything about it.
"Alright time to get work."
D-Punk cocked his gun and started to steal the money from those thugs. He tapped onto the "Bank Account" app and started to hack the money from these guys. To his surprise, those thugs had 4-7 grand in their accounts. However, these guys probably got their money from smuggling drugs in and also doing the dirty work of Martin DeLar.
Once he hacked those accounts, he then made his move. He popped up from his hiding place and fired his Barret REC7 PDW towards those thugs. Once he dropped them, he got his "Search" app on, which allows him to locate the targeted people wherever they are. His target is near warehouse 4 so he had to be careful around here. He sensed about eighteen guys in there plus the valuable target.
"Alright Bow listen up. When I pull the trigger towards the others, I want you to subdue this man okay?" D-Punk showed his Siberian Husky the photo of the man. The dog gave him a sound "whoof" which meant to D-Punk that he got the idea.
"Good boy. I'll take care of the others you take on Martin okay. Let's get going."
So they made their way at the back entrance towards the back entrance of the warehouse and he selected the app called "VISR App". This allows him to see who and what's inside a certain building, room etc. He then made once he got those targeted, he knocked the flimsy door down with a strong kick. As if in a movie, D-Punk picked out each target while Bow took down Martin. As the hacker was finished clearing out all the hostiles, he shot the left left of Martin making him howl in pain.
"Alright Martin. Tell me where is Frank Costably is right now. You have one minute to tell me where he is or I'm going to shoot every inch of your body until I get what I want."
"I don't know where he is! Last time I've met with him, he's at London but I have no idea where he is! He may have moved from London!"
D-Punk had no remorse for the criminal so he took the butt of his PDW and knocked him on the head making him unconscious. He then made a call to JB Markowicz.
"Yo Defalt. What should I do with the weapons?" said D-Punk.
"Just leave them be. The police will probably handle it. For now just bug out lest you want to be mistaken as one of his cronies." said JB.
"Not helping here. I interrogated Martin and he said he had no idea where Frank is as he saw him at London last time they met."
"I see. What did you do?"
"Just knocked him out putting him to sleep. I didn't even bother to shoot him for dead. I'll let the police handle him."
"Alright then. Just make sure you don't rattle the neighbors."
"Got it. I'll see you later." D-Punk closed the line.
He called his dog and the two left the area quickly. They made their way towards his parked red Nissan GTR R35 model car. Once the hacker and his dog were inside the car, they left the shipping yard and went back to his apartment in Tokyo. As he parked the car, he noticed two teenagers cornering a girl. Above all things he hates, the two things that he hates the most are punks and rapists. But the irony of it is that his hacker name has "Punk" in it which he didn't really like thanks to JB placing it as his alias.
Getting out from his car, D-Punk along with Bow went towards the two teens. They seem to appear around eighteen years of age. Intimidating these brats shouldn't be a problem. After all, he resigned from the Marines when he was just 25.
"Hey. Shouldn't you know that cornering a woman ain't right?" said a baritone voice towards the teens.
"Who the hell do you think you are?!" said the teen and just as they turned around, they saw a tall and very imposing man.
"You said who the hell I am? I'm your worst nightmare. Let me make it clear to you two punks. Corner a woman like that, I might just save your parents by giving you a beating you won't forget. Got that?" D-Punk just picked up the poor teen by the collar and looked at him straight into his eyes.
"Um...yes sir. We won't do it again. Come on Yuji. Let's ditch."
"R-right."
The two teens scrambled away and he carefully stepped towards the young woman. She doesn't seem to be hurt or whatever. However, when D-Punk got a closer view of her, he seem to blush a bit. The young woman had brown hair and eyes. Her hair seem to be styled into a ribbon of sorts. She seems to be wearing a dress that is has white, black, and red colors adorned to it. Sporting black stockings and black flats he saw a clean cut on the side of her clothes.
"You alright?" asked D-Punk.
"Um yeah. Thanks."
"Got anywhere to go?"
"No...I don't have anywhere to go."
"Hmm. Can't let you live in the streets. I have to at least get you to somewhere safe because who knows what type of person would show up and take advantage of you. Come in."
The woman nodded but her body felt hot. She started to react towards this stranger who just saved her from being cornered by two teens.
"No good. My body is starting to get hot. Is he my ashikabi?"
However, D-Punk concentrated on the road. Once he arrived at the apartment, he parked the car and the occupants got out from it. Opening the door with his keys, he allowed Bow, and the brown haired woman in first before himself. Locking the door, he told the woman,
"Alright. With that out of the way, let me ask you this. Do you have a home to get or what not?"
She shook her head.
"Well this complicates things because I can't let you live in the streets and what not. Got any parents you can call?"
"N-no sir. I'm a sekirei so I really don't have parents as you humans would say. Rather I have 108 siblings, 107 sisters and 1 brother who are here in Tokyo.
"Wait. What is a sekirei?" asked a confused D-Punk.
"No g-good. My body is reacting towards you. I want to kiss you~." said the brown haired woman.
She went up to him, yank him by the sweater, and kissed him on the lips. Suddenly his room glowed brightly around his room and he saw bright amber wings sprout out from her back.
"With my scythe, I bring death to those who harm my ashikabi now and forever. I'm Yomi number 43, your sekirei!"
"W-wha?"
Then all of a sudden, his TV turned on and showed a man with spiky white hair along with glasses and matching white clothes came on. He saw was confused about this as to what the hell this might be.
"Ah. Greetings there Marshall-kun. I'm Minaka, President of MBI and you have already met up with Yomi-chan here. It is by fate that you two were to be sekirei and ashikabi. Now that you have already winged her, I now tell you this youngster! You cannot tell anybody about the Sekirei Plan or else, MBI will have to punish you for that. I have work to do so toodles!" said the eccentric president.
The TV screen went back to its black color and D-Punk was confused about this. He knew who Minaka is since MBI is quite a well known company. But what was this eccentric person talking about? This just confuses him even more and Yomi sensed his confusion.
"Oh Marshall-sama. Let me explain. We sekirei are from a different planet than yours and we have powers that exceed the human capabilities."
"So in short you guys are some sort of alien. Am I correct?" said D-Punk.
"If you want to think it that way sure!" Yomi said with a cheery tone.
"Why do I have a bad feeling that whatever I did, I'm going to have a headache after this initial contact?"
Yomi giggled at his expense and Marshall didn't like it one bit.
"Don't worry about it Marshall-sama. I'll protect you from harm no doubt about it. But let me continue. An ashikabi, as Minaka said, is a person that we meet by fate. He or she is a caring, lovable, and protective towards us sekirei. In other words, what we mean by 'fate' is that our bodies react towards a specific individual and we know that this is our fated one."
"But how would you know that? For all you know, I'm just making sure you don't get ganged up and raped by those two teens a while back."
"That is true, but we make no mistake about this. However, there are some ashikabi out there who wing their sekirei by force which binds them. That alone is a fate worse than death."
When Yomi said that, already he was pissed. Sure he may not know anything about sekirei and all the things related to his Sekirei Plan but he knew that kissing somebody by force isn't the way to go. He believes that individuals always have the right to find the ones they love.
"Man that's really messed up. To force somebody to your side and not have them be loved. That's just heartbreaking."
"Indeed Marshall-sama. But don't worry. I know deep inside that you are a nice ashikabi who would take care of those in need and protect us from harm."
"Well if you insist about it then I can't really change your mind. So basically an Ashikabi is a person of fate that a Sekirei meets and its due to their bodies reacting towards them right?"
"Pretty much. But remember, if a sekirei reacts to you it can come down in two ways. One in which you meet face to face or in dreams. If you dream of a certain sekirei, she may be reacting to you and is sending you a message to basically wing her."
"I see."
"Also this Sekirei Plan is basically a battle royal. The winner gets to ascend towards the heavens."
"That sounds crazy. But now that you are my sekirei as you call it, then I'll have to take care of you. Not that I don't mind a beautiful bishoujo in my humble abode."
"You can speak Japanese?" asked Yomi amazed at how good his Japanese is.
"Yeah. My dad is American while my mom is Japanese. My dad knows how to speak Japanese before he met my mom. Plus I've been living here ever since my exile from the United States of America."
"What happened?"
"I'd rather not talk about it Yomi-chan. Maybe perhaps when I am confident to speak about it then I would tell you. But for now, let's just say that my past isn't a happy one."
"Okay Marshall-sama. If you feel comfortable about it."
"Thanks and don't add -sama to my name. Just call me Marshall. Plus I'd rather not have this master-servant relationship. You may be an alien from another planet but I don't give a damn about that. I guess the feeling is what would make it count."
"Okay then...Marshall-kun."
Marshall smiled at her making her blush. He then popped a cigarette in his mouth and lit up a lighter to it. Yomi like the way Marshall looks. His face is what you would call dashing. He has that claw mark scar that seemed to run down on the left side of his face. Black regal spiky hair that flowed in all directions although it wasn't long. Him smoking just added to her list of "sexiness" category. But the one thing she noticed is the left robotic hand he seem to have. As Marshall took his cigarette from his lips, his prosthetic hand made him wince in pain. Yomi went to his side and carefully took his hand into hers. Marshall smiled at how caring Yomi is to him.
"Are you okay Marshall-kun?" asked Yomi.
"Y-yeah. It just that it hurts a bit. I guess that damn surgeon is quite right about the pain. I thought that this pain would go away from me after a year but I guess not."
"Did something happen to you Marshall-kun?"
"It was from a mission when I was part of the Marines during my deployment in Iraq. Unfortunately it cost me nearly my whole forearm."
Flashback starts...2 years ago
We find our young 23 year old Marine with his M16A2 in hand. Equipped with an ACOG scope along with a grenade launcher, he along with his squad jumped onto the jeep to meet up with second squad. As they drove through the streets, the jeep driver got shot by a sniper. The passenger steadied the vehicle and parked it towards the side of the dust ridden road. They made their way towards one of the abandoned houses and started to pick out their targets. They were suppressed by small arms fire from each direction. Marshall fired some rounds from his M16A2 and scanned the area for any hostiles.
"See anybody out there Private Morgan?" asked their squad leader.
"Negative Sarge! I can't spot the sniper that killed our driver." said Morgan.
Suddenly, a grenade rolled out of nowhere near the squad.
"Incoming grenade!" yelled out one of the troops.
Marshall tried to get to cover but in the end, he the grenade exploded. He got a tiny shrapnel piece on his leg while nearly all of his forearm was taken out. Loosing blood and consciousness, Morgan patched up Marshall's wound and injected him some morphine into his body. His world turned to black after that.
Flashback end...
"Next thing you know, I saw myself staring up at a ceiling of a hospital while my left forearm had a robotic prosthetic attached to it. It took a while for me to get used to it thanks to some therapy sessions."
"Thank goodness you weren't taken out from that blast."
"Same here. But even after two years, it still decided to kill me. Oh well. I guess letting me live has a price to pay."
Yomi snuggled close to Marshall and he just held her tight next to him. For some reason, it was just instinct that made him do it. Surely, he can't deny the beauty of such a woman like her but he is a gentleman so he'll have to take care of her needs first before his. Hopefully this Sekirei Plan won't interfere with his mission of trying to find the murderer of his family.
A/N: okay here are the apps that Marshall has in his phone to do his job as a hacker and also his other daily life stuff:
Security Scanner
VISR
Search
Bank Account
Nike Customization
Holloway Customization
Text Interceptor
Contacts
Music
Marshall's Sekirei:
Number 43 Yomi
Number 10 Uzume
Number 34 Yin
Number 35 Yang
Number 16 Toyotama
Number 18 Ichiya