A/N: Another story is up and I cant wait to see which one remains supreme! (Very Minaka like laugh) For all who have actually stumbled across my other works, I'm still working on them and will not abandon them, im just having a little trouble. if you havent run into anything by me. check em out, if you're up for it. not to toot my own horn but my name is only a mild exaggeration.

Disclaimer: I wont remember to put one of these in every chapter so don't expect there to be. But I do not own Sekirei, nor do I have any stake in it. I am not making any money from this story, just entertaining myself and hopefully others as well.

A/N: Updated as of 1/30/2015

My name is Noroi Williams. I'm seventeen years old and a junior in high school. Though I was born and raised here in Japan, I'm actually only a quarter Japanese and it doesn't really show. Since my name literally translates to curse, I usually go by Will. Why, you ask. Well, before I was born, my father worked for a prestigious company. It was a multimillion dollar company that was moving its headquarters to Tokyo and was taking him with them. My mother, who was pregnant during the move, gave birth to me a few weeks later.

As I understand it, my mother was a very sickly woman. She got colds regularly and had two miscarriages before finally getting to the ninth month of pregnancy. Unfortunately, when she had me, there were… complications. She didn't survive the childbirth. It just so happens that on the same day, my father's company lost out millions to their rival company, M.B.I, and was forced to lay off dozens of their employees, my father included. He had yet to hear of my birth so he went and got drunk at the nearest bar. When he finally appeared at the hospital to see his newly born son he was nursing a hangover and an aching back from waking up in an alley.

It was then that he learned of his wife's untimely death and his son's involvement in it. Now the recently fired man, with an aching body, broken heart, and uncertain future realized he was left alone with the child that killed his beloved. To say he was angry and bitter would be an understatement. At that time, I imagine the barrel of a gun was looking pretty tempting. But it was then that my father's pride made an appearance. And with his pride came his misguided attempt to find a reason his life took such a painful turn for the worst.

It was this line of thought that made him realize that everything had been destroyed in a matter of hours. In his distressed state, he decided that I was the common denominator, me. I was the cursed child. The bringer of ruin. I was a mistake of the universe in his eyes. He named me accordingly, Noroi, the curse.

I understand his reasoning, I really do. Hell, I'd be hysterical if all that shit happened to me in a matter of hours too. But that doesn't mean I forgive him.

For years after that, he regressed further and further into drinking and gambling. He'd bring random girls home more often than not. He'd also never pay any attention to me. I learned very quickly how to take care of myself. It would be a normal occurrence where as a five year old child, I'd end up making breakfast for myself and whichever hooker or barstool slut he had brought home. Now don't get me wrong, sometimes they were just normal girls who had too much to drink and ended up going home with the wrong guy. But a couple times, when my 'father' was sleeping off his hangover, they would, for some reason beyond my understanding, touch me. It was a miracle I made it out of that first decade with any semblance modesty, not to mention my virginity. Now I know what you're thinking, Oh boohoo he got groped by women boohoo. Well screw off! I was little! It scared the crap out of me!

Then my 'father' decided to enroll me in school. The first thing I noticed was that I was very different from the other kids, namely, my nationality. It may sound racist but I felt like a walnut in a sea of almonds if you get my meaning. That first day of school gained me no friends, kind of my fault since I was really shy. I paid attention but I soon realized that me being on my own had helped at least a little. I already knew everything they were teaching. I had taught myself to read and count so I wouldn't starve. I had learned to write so my 'father' always knew when I went shopping for more food, like he cared. My kindergarten teacher gave me one of those ridiculous gold stars the first day. Apparently the local 'badass' five year old didn't like that. As soon as the teacher left the room he smacked me above the head. So naturally, I punched him. But just my luck, the teacher walked back in just then to see my tiny fist impact his chubby Japanese face. That wouldn't be the last time I tangled with Haku Yamada.

When I was sent home early, another first happened. That was the first day my father hit me. He told me I was a bad child and was living up to my name. Then he backhanded me and sent me to my room without dinner. Afterward for years I would pay attention in class and do all my work, always scoring in the top five in all classes. That was until my father decided I was doing too well. When I brought home my first straight A report card, he threw it in the trash. He yelled at me that I would never amount to anything and that I deserved nothing.

After that I stopped doing anything. I paid attention and did my work, but I purposefully failed tests and wouldn't turn in my homework even though I aced it. My grades tanked and soon I was failing. But when they made me repeat a grade, well let's just say 'father' wasn't pleased. I started the year over again with two cracked ribs and my arm in a sling. After that I kept a solid 3.0 GPA. All B's got me no beating, for grades that is. The older I got, the more frequent the beatings became. Steadily increased drinking caused my 'father' to develop a large beer gut, while his gambling losses caused money problems and stress. He lost his hair over that stress. Women didn't seem to want to come home with him anymore, so he needed a new outlet. That was where I came in. I was his personal punching bag. The only reprieve I got was when he went overboard and put me in the cheap health clinic next to our house.

I made my first friend there. His name was Simon. And yes he was Japanese; his name was pronounced See-moan. Anyway, I always told him and his father that I was just clumsy. And no I wasn't protecting that bastard father I had. But all those girls my father had brought home, the ones that weren't so bad anyway, would always look at me with those pitying eyes. I hated those eyes. Anyway, Simon eventually moved, around my first year of high school. And lucky me, guess who had the locker next to mine, not to mention the same homeroom class. Haku Yamada, and he hadn't forgotten who kicked his sniveling butt in kindergarten.

He had gotten big since we last met. While I was a tough kid thanks to my asshole father and his temper, Haku was six five with biceps the size of my head. Not to mention he didn't like me very much. I probably didn't help; you'd think that after years of abuse that I'd have a more passive personality. Yeah, you'd think so huh?

Over the next two years, I kept my grades up but not too high, and stayed away from home as long as physically possible. I also got detention for fighting Haku and his friends. He was the popular kid. His parents were rich and he bought his way into the teenager's hearts while I had a reputation as the delinquent. That probably came from my habit of beating up any kids that were bullying other kids or treating others like crap. Not everyone who decided to be a dick got punched mind you, just the ones who really deserved it. Like this time in third grade I… well, you get the point. So yeah, I wasn't really very popular.

And now you know my life, well my life until this point. That was just the prologue. The story begins now.

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It was maybe ten o'clock at night and pretty chilly. I drew my coat closer around me as I looked up at the full moon. It was pretty, I guess. The stars were twinkling and the moon was almost hard to look at. A sound alerted me and I dodged into a nearby alley. Tonight there was a city wide curfew but I was ignoring it. I'd rather go to jail for a night or two than go home. The bastard was being particularly abusive lately. Fortunately, I don't bruise easy. It was a few seconds before I realized that the sound I heard wasn't a police siren but in fact a far off voice. Following the sound, I found myself at the MBI building. Some idiot was on the top of the big ben imitation shouting to the world. I half hoped he'd fall just so he'd shut up.

A large clanging noise caught my attention from somewhere the other side of the building. Curiosity getting the better of me, I wandered around the corner to see what most people would see as a loading dock. It was a large empty compound behind the large grandfather clock building. At the rear wall of the tower were several of those cheap metal drop doors elevated from the ground. The whole lot was surrounded by a metal chain-link fence. The loud noise from earlier, I discovered, was the electronic fence opening.

Some cats must be looking down on me from heaven and shaking their heads because for the second time in less than an hour, I gave into my curiosity. I wandered into the lot and looked around. Save for the doors and a few empty semi-trucks, the lot was completely empty. For some reason, I found myself touching one of the large doors. Letting my arm drop I was about to leave when the doors all started to open simultaneously. Panicking, I jumped behind the nearest truck and sat there trying to keep from freaking out. I don't know why, but I had the weirdest feeling that getting caught here at this moment, would be very bad for my health.

"Alright." came a very commanding woman's voice. The kind of voice that demanded you listen to what she had to say. I hated that voice. He used that voice right before he beat me. I decided to listen in. Peaking around the tire I was hiding behind, I placed my hand on the ground to stabilize myself and put my weight on it, causing it to slip on a rock. Hissing in surprise and panic I jerked back behind the tire. Slapping my hand to my mouth to keep myself quiet, I leaned around my cover slightly. A man, holding a katana with Silver hair was looking right at me. He was wearing a black outfit with a slit down the middle and a ridiculous looking orange scarf around his neck. He visibly smirked and winked at me.

"Number five, Mutsu, you may go." The woman suddenly stated, reading off of a clipboard in her hands.

"Thank you Takami." Mutsu said before he literally disappeared in a blur. 'What the hell?' I screamed in my head but my hand was still clenched tightly around my mouth.

"Numbers eleven and twelve, Hikari and Hibiki, you may go." Takami yelled. Two girls, twins by the look of them, both wearing pink and purple S&M suits stepped forward and left by literally jumping onto the building across the street.

"Yo." said a voice in my ear. I jumped and almost screamed. Kneeling right there in front of me was the silver haired man, Mutsu I think his name was, a very neutral expression on, but with obvious amusement in his eyes. I opened my mouth to say something but he quickly replaced my hand with his own, placing one finger to his lips and then pointing toward the group of now all girls.

All the remaining girls dressed in skimpier and skimpier outfits, simply bowed and left as the woman, Takami, read their names off one by one. Takami then walked back inside just as the doors were closing.

When the doors were finally shut, Mutsu removed his hand from my mouth and sat on his heels, obviously expecting questions. I wasn't one to disappoint.

"What the hell was that?" I asked rather loudly. Mutsu cringes and playfully rubs his finger in his ear.

"Well, I could tell you, but MBI would make my life hell and would probably kill you." He replied coolly. I started glaring at him. He seemed unimpressed.

"Fine." I said, giving up. I got up and started walking out of the lot. He just started walking next to me.

"You know kid, I never said I wouldn't tell you." He said.

"What do you want?" I asked not even slowing down.

"Well dinner and a place to stay would be nice."

I laughed a little. "And why would I give you that, pray tell?"

"Damn, you talk like number nine." He mumbled

"Huh?"

"Nothing. My point is, knowledge is power and what you just saw could be valuable to you, seeing how two of those girls reacted to you." Mutsu said, in a single breath.

I just stared at him.

He sighed. "Just, let's go somewhere less… public."

"Fine."

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Hibiki jumped from rooftop to rooftop with her sister. Her mind was not completely on the task in front of her, causing her to misplace her foot, and fall to the ground. Hikari was there with her in a matter of minutes, concern filling her eyes and body as she helped her twin out of the small crater she had created.

"Is everything alright?" asked the bustier twin. Hibiki just shook her head.

"It was strange." She commented. Hikari instantly knew what her sister was talking about. Their bodies had heated up from otherworldly warmth. There was no mistake about it. Their Ashikabi had been near, very near.

"We have to find him." Hibiki said.

Hikari nodded but subconsciously charged up her electricity. 'He better not be a jerk though. If he makes Hibiki cry, he'll find out how one hundred volts feels.'

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Mutsu and I reached my front porch soon enough. I almost had a heart attack when the idiot reached for the door.

"Stop." I hissed. His hand hovered inches from the doorknob as he looked at me with an expression of confusion. It was then that I saw His silhouette through the murky window inset into the door. "Hide! Please!" I whispered urgently. 'Crap' I thought, 'you're panicking you coward!' shoving that accusing thought to the back of my mind, I looked around for Mutsu to find he had vanished. Then the door opened.

"Well, look who came back. Running away not work out for you?" He said as soon as he saw me. His words were slurred, already drunk, big surprise. He was about five foot ten with a balding head and dull brown eyes. His breath smelling like an abandoned brewery. The pig of a man brought the bottle of Vodka to his lips and took a good long swig without a chaser.

Thoroughly disgusted, I made to move past him, only to find his bottle come into contact with my left cheek. It wasn't much really, not enough to bruise, but it did cause me to flinch back. What really hurt was the knee to the gut that followed it and the backhand across the face that followed that.

"Go to bed Noroi." He said before taking another swig of his Vodka and hobbled away. I quickly walked into the kitchen and spat blood into the sink.

'Damn! Bit my cheek again, stupid nervous habit.' I thought as I heated up some pizza from the bastard's last poker party. I wasn't even hungry, but Mutsu said he was and since I accepted him into my home, no matter how broken it was, it made him my guest. The douche may not have any decency but that didn't mean I had to be rude as well. I also made some tea and escaped upstairs to my room.

My room, the only place where I felt relatively at ease, which is saying a lot since I'm never at ease, was styled like a traditional Japanese room. My door was normal, on the outside, but when opened, it revealed a rice paper screen door. Once you opened that door, you would see that I covered the walls of my room with rice paper a cheap wooden sticks to make it look like I lived in medieval japan.

I usually spent the little money I could scrape up doing odd jobs and favors every once in a while to buy cleaning supplies. While the rest of my house looked like the Tokyo dump threw it up, my room was kept clean; the floor and ceiling polished almost obsessively, any tear in the rice paper instantly patched, and one of the two modern things in my room, the other being my normal glass window, was a small lap that always had a fresh light bulb in it. It was strange, I guess, but here I am, not really a full Japanese person, and I'm more in touch with the countries culture than most people nowadays. I guess it's just because my life is so bad I want to connect with more simple times. At least, that's what my therapist says. He's a friend of my father's so not only do I get to talk to him for free, but he doesn't say a word of what's going on to anyone. Joy.

Going to my closet, I took out my small table and cushions to kneel on, and placed them in the middle of the room. Putting Mutsu's dinner on the table, I removed my shoes and set them by the door. Then, padding over to the window, I stuck my head out into the alley my window led to and called out softly, "Mutsu?" I was almost instantly forced back into my room as the strange silver haired man perched on my window sill.

Putting my hand up to stop him I said, "Shoes please." Looking around quickly, he understood and took off his shoes without protest. Motioning toward the food, I put his shoes next to mine. Turning around to begin our conversation, I had to do a double take. I had brought him almost half a pizza and in the time it took me to put his shoes down, he had eaten it all! He was just kneeling there calmly; sipping tea, the dirty plate and his slightly bulging stomach the only signs that there had been food there at all. Pouring myself a cup of tea I sighed.

"Pizza and tea, can't say I've tried that combination before. Thank you for the food though." Mutsu said politely as he tilted his head in a sort of bow. I just waved him off like it was nothing, because it wasn't. It probably would've just gone bad if Mutsu didn't eat it anyway.

"So you said you would explain to me what I saw. I'm waiting." I said, my patience beginning to run out.

"First thing first, tell me, what do you know of MBI?"

I sighed a second time and took a sip of my tea. "MBI is a multibillion dollar company that came out of nowhere about twenty years ago and systematically bought or ruined all other companies in the business and now own over half of the city. It's CEO, Minaka Hiroto, has a personal army and enough manpower to take over the country by force if he wanted to, assuming he doesn't already control it." I said in a single breath, completely monotone, and a little uncomfortable, although the last on was more because my stomach hurt than my having to answer such an offhanded question.

Mutsu looked surprised despite the fact that half of that was public knowledge and the other half was easy to find out with a little digging around on the internet. "Alright kid…"

"Will."

"Huh?"

"My name is Will." I said sternly.

"Uh, alright, Will, well since you seem to know a little more than most about MBI this will be a little easier to explain. As you said, MBI started up about twenty years ago, about a year before that, an earthquake caused a submerged island to appear above the surface. Two students found it before anyone else was able to and they made a miraculous discovery. On the island was a crashed spaceship. Inside this spaceship was an adult in a kind of stasis pod. Along with the one life form, there were eight fetuses and ninety nine fertilized eggs, all in stasis as well. Altogether, these one hundred and eight beings were the Sekirei." Mutsu paused for a moment expecting a question. I just motioned for him to continue.

"Okay then, one of the students, which by now I'm sure you have guessed was Minaka, the other being Takami, the woman you saw tonight, anyway, using technology from the spacecraft, Minaka created the company MBI, or Mid Bio informatics. What you saw tonight was part of something called the Sekirei Plan. It involves releasing these now grown Sekirei into Tokyo to find their destined one, their Ashikabi." Mutsu finished. Looking up he saw I was holding my cell phone to my ear and waiting patiently.

"Uh, what are you doing?"

"I'm calling the police. Don't worry this will only take a second." I replied.

-Hello what is your emergency?-

"Hello operator, I have…" I managed to say before finding that I was only holding the bottom half of my cell phone, the other half lying on the floor. It seemed to have been cut, sliced cleanly at the hinge.

"As I said when we first met," Said Mutsu, sheathing his katana, "this is sensitive information that will spell trouble for both of us if anyone finds out you know without winging a Sekirei."

'How could I forget he was armed?' I thought.

"Wipe that look off your face I'll get you a new one." He said snappily. I think I tested his patience. "You saw me disappear in a blur, you saw the twins jump from ground level, to the top of a building, across the street! How can you possibly deny what you saw?"

Looking down I cupped my chin with my hand, I did this often when thinking. "I don't deny what I saw," I said, utterly confused, "but I don't understand it. I mean, my life isn't perfect, in fact it's far from it, but in a few hours, I went from living in a messed up home, to living in some kind of anime or manga. What's next? Am I going to somehow discover that I'm one of these Ashikabi and I have to wing one of you guys to save the world?"

Mutsu chuckled. "You're close. You are an Ashikabi, or, you have the potential to be one. You don't have to wing a Sekirei but if one reacts to you, which two already have then winging them would be best. I don't know about saving the world though. As far as I can tell, there's nothing threatening the world right now, but with the abilities some Sekirei have, it's a distinct possibility."

"You're just playing with me now aren't you?"

"Kind of." He admitted, "At least about the world saving part anyway. I promise you Will, all of what I've been telling you is the truth."

"Then why tell me? You've already said that you could get in trouble for telling me, you also said that some Sekirei have reacted to me already, so chances are I would've gotten involved eventually anyway, so why tell me anything?" I asked, still confused.

Mutsu just shrugged, "Why does anybody do anything. I wanted to."

I nodded, seemed reasonable enough.

"Also…" he began, causing me to look at him once more. He reached into his pocket and retrieved a silver card. It looked like a credit card but with the letters 'MBI' stamped on the front. "This little card has an unlimited balance." He said causing my mouth to hang open in disbelief. "I could get anything I wanted, including a house or anything else. The trick is, they can use this to track me and see what I'm up to by looking at my purchases. They can also track me through this satellite in space that is made only for tracking Sekirei. But that's not my problem. The satellite is only for Minaka and his trusted assistants. But the info on what a Sekirei's card is used for is out there for anyone to use, given that they have the resources or skill to find it. Right now, I wouldn't be in much danger if I used it, seeing how I was only in the second group to be released into the city. But in a few days, weeks, even a month, all the Sekirei will be released and some winged. Then some greedy Ashikabi will have the money, the skill, or maybe even a Sekirei with the skill, to find and track my MBI card by my purchases. I have no desire to be forcefully winged, or be winged by a guy all though I will be if it's unavoidable. That's why I told you this. I'm hoping you can help me."

I just stared at him. "What kind of help are we talking about?"

"The kind of help that involves me staying here, off grid, and you helping me search for my Ashikabi." He said leaning forward.

"What do I get in return?" I asked. Sure his story was touching and awe inspiring. But you don't grow up like I did without learning that lunch will almost never be free. Everyone wants something. I wanted to know what this was worth to him.

He grinned predatorily. "I'll help you track down those two Sekirei that reacted to you."

I sighed and shook my head. "No." I told him sternly causing him to look both confused and a little angry. "I'll help you and let you stay here. In return, you will abide by MY rules. My father may own this house but he has no right to my property or my tenant. As for the Sekirei, as you said, they reacted to me. If they come to me and want to be winged, I'll wing them, whatever winging means. I won't force them into anything they don't want."

Mutsu actually laughed. "Well said kid." I growled in annoyance but he continued. "Fine I accept your terms, seems like I'm getting the better end of the deal anyway."

"Well then," I said now that a deal had been struck, "Let's do this right."

Sticking out my hand, I said, "My name Is Noroi Williams."

Mutsu looked surprised but hid it quickly. I pretended not to notice. 'At least he didn't look at me with those eyes.' He took my hand in his and shook. "Nice to meet you Noroi, the names Mutsu, Sekirei number five."

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Mutsu lied on his back with his hands behind his head. 'Noroi.' He thought, 'What kind of asshole names their kid "The curse"? That can't be good for anybody's self-esteem.' Mutsu's thought process paused as he remembered what happened when it became time for bed.

~(Flashback)~

"Alright, you can have my futon. I'll go get a spare from the closet in the hall." He said before leaving the room.

'Okay,' Mutsu thought, 'Rule one, No leaving the room. If I need to leave, do so through the window. Rule two, if I hear Noroi's father coming, hide. He's not to find out I'm here. Rules are pretty simple, pretty much, don't let the kid's father find out I'm here.' Mutsu thought he could hear muffled yelling but stifled his curiosity. It's not good to break the rules on your first night living in a new place. He continued thinking about his situation. 'Searches will be conducted after school, on the weekend, or on break, fair enough.' Mutsu mused, 'I hope I can get some pretty girl. If I didn't meet this kid, I probably would've gone to that kid with the "lost puppy" look. That wouldn't have been fun; I can just tell that kid would've been trouble. Then again, most Ashikabi are.' It was then that Noroi returned holding just a thin blanket and worn pillow. His clothes seemed disheveled and his eye was a little more swollen than earlier, he also had a little blood on the corner of his mouth. The kid quickly wiped it away. He then said goodnight and turned off the lamp, lying down on the hardwood floor with nothing to cushion his body. Mutsu bid him goodnight as well and fell into the borrowed futon.

~(Flashback End)~

'Come to think about it, his eye was black when he let me in, and he wasn't even fazed by the fact that he had been beaten, like it was a normal occurrence. Hell, for all I know it is. This kid is tough, no wonder the twins reacted to him so quickly, He has a fire in him the likes I've never seen before. I'm actually surprised I'm not reacting to him. But I guess his powers as an Ashikabi haven't hit that level yet. I guess only time will tell how powerful he'll get. At least he's helping me.' Mutsu thought. Before long the Sekirei's mind started to fog. He fell asleep wondering what the future will hold.

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Hikari and Hibiki slowed to a stop. They could feel him. They could feel his emotions. He was angry, so very angry, but not able to do anything about it. Helpless is how he felt. Then they felt his emotions shift between boredom, skepticism, disbelief, decisiveness, and finally back to anger and helplessness. They were getting closer, tracking him by his emotions, their need to help driving them to move faster. Then he just stopped projecting, his emotions settling into the peacefulness of sleep. Hikari growled in frustration, they were so close. But Hibiki just sat at the edge of the building they landed on, looking out at the cityscape, silhouetted by the setting moon. The sun wouldn't rise for a couple more hours. 'Might as well get some sleep.' She thought calmly as she lied down and closed her eyes, resting her tired muscles. Hikari kept fuming for a little while, but eventually slept as well.

'Soon,' they thought in unison, 'soon we'll find our Ashikabi, and then we'll make sure we guide him to the higher sky above.' They both drifted into the same dream, not an uncommon occurrence for them, and sighed peacefully.

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"The stage had been set!" Our friendly neighborhood psychopath, Minaka, shouted into the sky, "One hundred and eight little birds have been released into Tokyo, now begins an epic love story of the ages. A new era of the gods has begun and the Sekirei will now fight to lead their Ashikabi to the higher sky above. Good luck to you all and I look forward to see who will lead this new world into the light of day! The Sekirei Plan begins now!"

A/N: and there is chapter one and there will be more chapters. please review if you liked. gushing is appreciated, but id prefer your straight up thoughts and a little constructive criticism. its true what they say you know, everybody is a critic, at least everyone on this sight that is.

~W.O.E