Opening Notes: First off, for those of you who hail from the Sekirei fandom and are unfamilar with the Green Lantern mythos, I recommend either researching or reading the events/collections The Sinestro Corps War and Blackest Night to, well, familiarize yourself. Now then, I would like to give thanks. My partners in crime Phen0m20 and mordreek, you convinced me that this crazy idea was worth expanding on. Secondly, I am aware this chapter is rather short, but bear with me. They will get longer as time goes on. Next, this tale, unlike most of the ones I work on, actually has humor in it. I mean, just look at the title. And finally, a few things from the Lantern side had to be... a little reworked for this all to work, but I'm not trying to impress canon sticklers. Yadda yadda yadda, some quote about ends justifying means. Okay I've used enough time here.

XXXXXX Burning Bright XXXXXX

Oa. Home planet of the Green Lantern Corps, serene and peaceful. And green. Very, very green. Hal Jordan never got bored with the sights. Scores of his fellow Lanterns flying around, Kilowog scorning new recruits, that ever present feeling of courage. He'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy the direction his life had gone in. As he stayed midair, his ring began to... react to something.

"Oh, now what?" The Earthling sighed as he brought one of the most powerful weapons in the universe up to eye level.

Before he could mentally request to know what was going on, at least half a dozen emerald streaks shot out from the ground below him, and made its way towards the cosmos.

"That's either really good or really bad..."

Not a second later, his ring told him of something that was expected: the Guardians requesting his presense.

XXXXXX Qward XXXXXX

Pathetic. If the keeper of the Book of Parallax had to describe the newest recruits for the Sinestro Corps, it would be that. Lyssa Drak was ever so steadily losing confidence with the subjects currently housed in the Fear Lodges. For two days, none of them had opened. This war was not going in the direction her leader, Thaal Sinestro, had hoped. The blasted Green Lanterns were holding their ground, even advancing, so every single body counted for the victory. She paced the chamber, not knowing exactly what she was expecting. The silence was driving her crazy. She wished something, anything, would happen.

She started to grind her teeth, but before anything could break, the tome chained to wrist began to signal her of a new entry being added to its volumes. She eagerly opened it, welcoming the change. Using her Yellow Ring to decode the text, she silently read the new entry.

XXXXXX Okaara XXXXXX

"Mine! All mine!" Larfleeze, the sole Orange Lantern, held his Battery like it was his firstborn child as he sat atop his horde of ill-gotten goods. Everything was his to take as he pleased, and his precious Battery was the key to it all. He laughed maniacally as he rubbed his furred hands up and down his favorite thing in the universe, taking a few seconds to notice that something was wrong. The light, his light, and his ring increased their lumens greatly and made a rather uncomfortable sensation run through Agent Orange.

"What are you doing?" He demanded, fully expecting the Battery to answer him. Millenia of being mentally consumed by pure avarice can warp even the most disciplined of minds. The answer came in the form of the brightness growing even more.

Without warning, something shot out of his precious, and right before colliding with his forehead, arched upwards and made a beeline out of his lair. Despite its speed, Larfleeze recognized just what it was: a Power Ring. And it was leaving.

"HEY! That belongs to ME!"

Just as his whining filled the chamber, the same tingling filled him again, and another new Ring shot out of his Shiny and followed its brother.

Clutching his Battery to his chest with his right arm, the ancient thief made off toward his rightful property. Just as he broke his planet's atmosphere, a most unwelcome light engulfed his vision as a concussive blast forced him off-course. Crimson light everywhere. He really did not want to deal with him.

"Atrocitus, what are you doing on my planet?" The Orange weilder had no patience for this, not when a ring that should rightfully be on his finger was soaring away to the stars.

The leader of the Red Lanterns snarled. The insane crook always made it about himself, but that was to be expected. Besides, words wouldn't be needed for what was about to happen until later. Killing was easy. But demanding information was a touch more difficult.

XXXXXX Earth XXXXXX

The bridge was gone. Or rather, the central portion of it was at least. Completely obliterated. But that didn't matter. The plan had worked. Kuno and Shigi were across, and running from the accursed city hand in hand. Minato Sahashi felt happy for them. And grateful that none of his Sekirei had perished in what initially thought to be a suicide plan. But fate was on their side. All was well... at least for now.

"Thank you," he said, turning to his newest Sekirei. "This could not have been done without you."

Kazehana smiled at him. The man who Winged her. Her new love. The one she would reach the Higher Sky Above with. "I'm happy to help. You're a good man, Minato. You have given those two a chance at a better life."

Before anything else could be said, a bright light filled a small portion of the clouds above. Minato began to silently panic. Was MBI about to wipe them off the face of the Earth with that damned satellite? His tension lessened slightly with a closer look. The glowing, rather than that haunting yellow, was a strangely soothing blue. Obviously, it didn't have the same impact on the alien females present. One of them shouted "MOVE!" and either the same or a different one wrapped her arms around him and leapt off. While he usually tried to look down at the ground during the pseudo-flights his Sekirei took him on, this time he tried to keep his vision on that azure light in the sky.

Finally, the group came to a stop well, within the city, aware from the wreckage of the night. Although they'd landed and stopped moving, Tsukiumi couldn't bring herself to let go of her so-called husband. Not after all the suffering and chaos that had just transpired.

Whatever was causing the light broke from the clouds. It wasn't a beam. It was more like an object. Small, but coming in hotter than the sun. Just as it became level with the skyscrapers of the Capital, it changed direction. Now instead of going towards the ground, it was headed right straight for the group.

"What is that?" Musubi asked.

"I honestly don't know," Matsu replied. Not a good sign.

It kept coming, but gradually it lost speed. Minato's focus on it was splintered when Tsukiumi's hold on him became painful. He was about to voice his discomfort, but the projectile reached them... and stopped.

They finally saw what it was: a ring. Floating and glowing there, in front of them, as if waiting.

An automated voice emmited from the trinket. "Minato Sahashi of Earth, you have been chosen." The words answered no questions, but they certainly created a lot more questions. "You have the ability to instill great hope. Welcome to the Blue Lantern Corps."

It was as if some outer force was making him move. Minato found himself reach for the jewelry, not entirely sure why. It just felt like it was the right thing to do. And his arm moved, the ring closed the gap. He could here his Sekirei protesting his course of action, but still continued with it. With Tsukiumi still holding him, the blue aura surrounded him as the ring slid onto the middle finger of his right hand.

As soon as that happened, he changed. The flash of blue was enough for Tsukiumi to finally let go of him. His clothes were being replaced gradually, like frost on a statue, until it went all the way to neck.

The five Sekirei of the North looked at the Ashikabi with anything but calmness. He now wore what looked like a wetsuit. Parts were black and others the same blue as the ring. On the center of his chest was a strange, unidentifiable symbol. He brought his arms up to his vision and looked at the ring and uniform he now possessed.

"Minato?" Musubi slowly walked towards him, concern in her voice.

"I feel... good." He turned to look at all the women who pledged to always be by his side, for better or worse. "Not in a pleasured way. More like... all will be well."

"You look stunning in that," Kazehana chimed in, getting a rather nasty look from Tsukiumi.

Before anyone else could say anything, another voice came from the ring.

"Hello? Is the communicator working yet?" This one was not like the first. It actually sounded like a living being was talking to him. Once more, the Ashikabi brought the ring up to his sight.

"What in-?"

It only took less than a second. More light shot out of the ring, but rather than zooming off, it bended and twisted until what could only be called a hologram formed of... something. It looked like a person, but barely. Beady eyes and a thin mouth turned upwards into a soft smile greeted him.

Minato's eyes widened, not at the face but Moreso how it was formed. So entranced was he that he didn't notice all of his Sekirei circle around him.

"I was curious where the Power Ring had went," the face said, looking at Minato and his harem. "Humans truly do make fine Lanterns. I had hoped Atrocitus had finally let go of his anger, but it could be worse."

"Power Ring?" Minato repeated.

"Yes, the ring you now wear. It's considered to be one of the most powerful weapons in existence."

"Wh-who is Atrocitus?" Minato wondered aloud.

"Who are you?" Matsu asked with excitement dripping from her voice.

"Ah yes. Introductions are in order. Please forgive me. I am Saint Walker of the Blue Lanterns. And evidently, you have been chosen to join the Corps. Tell me, what may I call you?"

"Oh, uh..." The human forced himself to exit his confusion and focus. "I'm Sahashi Minato."

"The Corps?" Musubi echoed, having gotten lost earlier.

"There are more of them?!" Matsu grabbed Minato's wrist to lean in closer to Saint Walker.

"I do admit, we Blue Lanterns are rather wanting in the numbers, but our allies, the Green Lanterns make up for it. That being said, I'm sorry not to tell you all this in person, but there is a war going on between all the Corps and it demands, as you humans say, all hands on deck."

Minato tried to wrap this wall of information, but found it rather difficult as Kazehana had pressed herself into his back.

"And with that I must make my way back to the fight. Stay put, as you're not prepared to fight the likes of Sinestro or Atrocitus. Far from it. I shall contact you as soon as I can."

"Wait a second!" There were so many questions left unanswered. But alas, they would remain so for now; the face of Saint Walker faded away, leaving the cabal awestruck.

Minato looked at the Power Ring, mouth agape and eyes wide. "Wha... What the holy hell is going on?"

XXXXXX

Three days, and almost nothing had been answered. The things that had begun to make sense was the functions of the Power Ring. It seemed to react to his thoughts. He could float, even fly if he focused, but avoided doing so. The last thing he wanted to do was draw attention, especially after that escape debacle. Something strange happened whenever he hovered off the grounds of his dwelling: a simple, solid blue domino mask formed on his face. He wasn't exactly sure why it happened, but opted not to question it.

Currently, he was in the yard, focusing mostly on the Ring. Saint Walker had told him that without a Green Power Ring around to "strengthen" it, his Blue trinket couldn't exactly do much.

"Thanks for watching my training, Minato!" Musubi waved at him, happy for him being around more often. Minato have her a half-hearted smile in response, but looked at the Power Ring with disappointment.

"For being an extremely powerful weapon, I'd think it could deal some punishment," he said to himself.

"Then perhaps you should get rid of it."

Minato turned around and saw Tsukiumi standing behind him, arms crossed as always.

"What? Why? With this, I can actually make something of myself." His thoughts went to that night on the bridge, where all he could do was watch as blows landed and blood flowed.

Tsukiumi's face went from defensive to defeated as she let out a very long sigh. She then made a decision to come clean.

"Minato, do you remember the night you got that Ring? How I refused to let you go?"

He closed his eyes in thought... and realized it was true. "I just thought it was because you didn't want me to get any more hurt."

"That is part of it. But it was mainly because I have seen one of those Rings before...

XXXXXX Several weeks ago XXXXXX

"You are pathetic, Homura." The Water Sekirei made it blunt as she stood over her opposite who was sitting, injured and shook in an alleyway

"Do. Not. Call me that." His speech burned the air

The Ninth Sekirei noticed something quite unusual, even for her. A red aura had manifested around her rival as he raised himself up to a standing position. He moved strangely, like a puppet on strings. It then got much worse. A wave of heat pressed on her as Homura's black outfit changed. The fabric of his face cover, as well as the shoulders to the gloves, went from obsidian to deep crimson. The brightest light in his Red air, Tsukiumi saw, was originating from his right hand where a glowing ring was on the center finger.

How long has he had that? she wondered.

"I... have..." His words were dripping with contempt and were spoken as if they were nearly too painful to say. "... had enough... OF YOU!"

XXXXXX

Closing Notes: Well, there we have it. First chapter. Hope you liked it. I'll be honest, this came easier to me than most ideas do. Now I know this left a lot of things unsaid and unanswered, because that was my intention. Until next time.