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Key:

Flashback

"Talking"

'Thinking'

"ABILITIES/Norito"

X's Across is a POV change

Ashikabi of Justice:Redux

W.D. Whitley

Chapter 1

"There is a higher court than courts of justice and that is the court of conscience. It supersedes all other courts." Mahatma Gandhi.

"Hey babe, what's a pretty thing like you doing here all alone?" Said a sneering male voice.

Knowing what was about to happen she smiled to herself and looked up to the voice. Judging from the appearance of the group of four they were just typical thugs. Geared with black jackets, black jeans and black combat boots screamed "I got this idea from manga". Seeing the lecherous smile adorning the biggest of the four she knew he was the "leader" of this group of thugs. She watched as the other three circled around her to prevent her from escaping. "Waiting on someone." She answered.

His smile became predatory; " Seems like you found us babe." He sneered.

His hand whipped out, she allowed herself to be grabbed by her wrist. She knew that she could stop this but didn't. She then allowed him to roughly grasp her face to pull it closer to his. "This is going to be fun. For us." He leered

Just before his lips could connected with her's his face went to one of shock just to be replaced quickly by one of pain. Her smile grew across her face as she looked at her savior. Finally the one she has dreamed of standing to the side of the thug. She knew that he was an American for the classical characteristics of his face and body. She estimated his height at five foot ten. His brown hair forming his head in a crew cut. She traced the scar that started at the middle top of his forehead trailing diagonally down to the tip of his right eyebrow. She looked into his dark blue eyes noticing the anger in them. She also noticed that he had muscles that were similar to those that practice the martial arts. Calculating she estimated his age in the early 20's. He was wearing a light blue polo, with blue jeans and tennis shoes. Currently he had the "leader's" free hand bent back and placing pressure on it. "You know something. People like you are the same. You think just because you are bigger and have greater numbers you are safe." He said angrily

He placed more pressure to bend the hand further back causing the "leader" to cry out in pain once again. She noticed that even though he was talking to him his eyes were tracking the other three. "YOU ASSHOLE!" Screamed one of the men.

It seemed like it was the cue for the three of them to attack. Somehow the man used the "leader" as a shield. Using the leverage he had over the "leader" he threw him into one of the attacking men causing him to fall back with the "leader" on top of him. She watched as he started moving, swaying like in a dance. His hands were moving also, as the other two came within reach of the man he used their force against them. Swaying to the side of one of the men he pushed that man into the other one causing them to crash into one another. She noticed that while he was fighting the two he noticed the other two getting ready to attack him. She noticed a small frown on his lips as he was shaking his head. She watched as he went into motion stepping forward with large steps toward the two that were rushing toward him. The moment that they met he knelt slightly and thrust two fists into the middle of the two attackers gut. She heard the grunts of pain and the air escaping from them. The two went down once again holding their guts trying to catch a breath. Out of the corner of her eye she watched one of the two he took out earlier running toward him. "WATCH OUT!" She yelled.

He whipped toward her voice, snapped upright quickly and saw the man just in the nick of time. He went low and shot out a foot catching the man in his shin. The attacker pitched forward, she watched almost in awe as he used the momentum to flip the man roughly on his back. The air rushed out of this man also, she watched as he looked around noticing the other man looking at him in fear. "Leave or stay it's your choice." He said to the man.

"Fuck this." The man said and took off running.

The man turned to the others noticing that the other three were up; "Please leave now." Her savior pleaded.

"Fuck you, I'm going to fuck you up." The "leader" said. "Come on guys he's just one man let's gang up on him."

Watching the other three rush him in different directions she saw his shoulders droop and a look of resignation on his face. The three hit him at the same time, but what they didn't know, but she watched him do it. He placed himself in a way that he could take the multiple attackers force. Smacking one on the bridge of the nose with his right elbow breaking it. Rising a knee so that another took it in his crotch. The "leader" got the palm of her savior's left hand rising his chin up causing him to stumble back. The one that had his nose broke was holding his nose yelling in pain, the one that got it in the crotch was rolling on the ground holding it. The "leader" saw this noticing he was the only on left. "You're so dead asshole." He said reaching into the back of his jeans with an audible click she watched him bring out a knife.

It looked like her savior's demeanor switched immediately as his resignation turned to having no emotion what so ever. She watched as he dodged the frantic swipes of the leader's knife. At the same time he was moving backwards, she noticed that he moved back to a backpack that she didn't see before. Noticing on the side of it was what looked like a sword in its sheath. She watched as he took a controlled backwards fall, grabbed the sword in his left hand. Rolling back up a chill went up and down her spine as she watched him go into his sword form. She only heard stories about it but now she was watching it in action. Without taking the sword from the sheath her savior blocked the knife with deadly precision. Making the "leader's" knife go where her savior wanted it. She started to move knowing what was about to happen. Her savior caused the "leader" to over extend and smacked him in the back of the head with the sheath. A metallic ring sounded out in the air and she made it in time to grasp his arm holding the sword. The point of the sword was mere inches away from the leaders throat. His emotionless eyes came to hers, she held on feeling his straining muscles against her hand. "Please don't; this isn't you, control it." She pleaded.

She watched his eyes go from deep blue to sky blue as he took in controlled breaths of air. She took a breath of air in herself once he pulled his sword away and sheathed it. "She saved your life. Leave now." He implored.

With fear in his eyes the "leader" gulped turned around and ran as quickly as he could leaving the other two there. Her savior dropped the sword and placed a hand against hers. "Thank you." He whispered.

Keeping her hand on his arm she was barely able to handle the fire inside of her. She walked with him keeping her hand on his arm, with his hand on top of hers to the other two. Her savior stopped in front of them, "Please leave and get some medical attention. Also be glad that it was me and not her that stopped you." Still holding his broken nose the man nodded, grabbed the other man and carried him away.

She watched as her savior watched the two walk away until they were out of sight. He led her back to where he dropped his sword. Finally over to where his backpack was, placing the sword into straps off to the side. She knew it was finally time; "So we finally meet." He said turning toward her.

Nodding happily she threw her arms around his neck she heard his chuckle; "So what's your name and number Sekirei?" He asked her.

"How rude asking that before introducing yourself." She chided.

Chuckling he placed his arms around her waist, "Surprised you didn't know me already." He teased.

"Didn't get that part in our dream, now spill." She demanded punching him as lightly as she could in his arm.

"Thank goodness you didn't put a lot of power into that punch or I would be in the wall back there." He said dryly indicating a wall some ways behind him.

"If you don't tell me your name I just might." She teased.

She watched as his smile finally lit up his face causing the fire inside of her go nuclear; "Derrik Cypher." He introduced himself.

"Derrik Cypher, I like it my Ashikabi." She said lunging forward, closing her eyes and kissed him on his lips before he could stop her.

She felt as if time itself stopped, her core went super nova briefly then calmed down. She felt her wings snap out from her back. She felt them come back into her and she released the kiss and looked at him in his sky blue eyes. The love, compassion and concern she knew he had was there in his eyes as he waited. "Let the light of my love blind my Ashikabi's enemies. Sekirei #08 Yume, The Sekirei of Fate is yours now and forever." She chanted.

His smile never leaving his face he placed a hand on her check; "Yume? I like it." It looked like a thought occurred to him as his smile dropped into a small frown and his hand dropped.

"Yume..." He started but she stopped him with a finger on his lips. "I know Ashikabi, think about my chant." She said softly.

She watched him in thought for a second when he nodded, " Thank you Yume, I can't deny them either, and also I need to see her." He almost whispered.

She nodded, stepped to the side and pointed to his backpack still on the ground. "Well let's hurry up then. The faster we get there the faster you can see them." Yume said.

He gave her an odd look, "Them?" He questioned.

"Your other Sekirei." She answered brightly.

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Sweeping up the floor the lavender haired woman paused, her super sensitive ears catching the sound of two pairs of feet coming up to the gate. Placing the broom to the side she walked to the front door, at the moment one of them knocked she had her hand out opening it. She looked at the man with wide eyes, not noticing the person next to him. Before she could say anything she felt his arms wrap around her in a hug. "Hello Miya." Said the man.

Getting over her shock her arms automatically wrapped around him; "Derrik." She softly said.

A/N: Hello to all of you that have been reading Ashikabi of Justice. So the reason for the re-write is that after several times reading my own story I noticed a lot of holes in it. Also something hit me when I was writing out the Karasuba arc. I know that I said that AoJ(Ashikabi of Justice) was major non-cannon but I did want some cannon in it. So therefore I decided that my Redux will feature #01-#06. Bearing this in mind my OC might be a little OP than originally intended So for the time that it took me to post this I would say I'm sorry but what would that solve? I got into some games that took my interest along with a job now. So on that note the updates will come out when I have a chance to do them. After all this is lol. I hope that you all enjoy reading this story. Have fun and keep reading.