This chapter will be a little bit shorter than the last one. It's just to push the story ahead a little action wise. Please forgive me.

Lamorak had, for the past few hours, had been walking around the giant city of Shinto Teito, umbrella in hand. Many of the kingsman knew to bring their weapons and when not to. Lamorak was not one of them. He always carried the umbrella around, and would always have something to protect himself with if the need rose. Even if he was trained in four different martial arts, three of which had enough lethal moves to fill a dictionary cover to cover. He had stopped at a small, local café and had gotten an overly sweet iced mocha before starting on the trek again through the cities streets. A few things had caught Lamoraks attention in the hours he had been walking.

First, Lamorak had stumbled across a very broken piece of street, taped off and being worked on by the city. Though he saw the MBI symbol on their shoulders. So they owned so much of the city they were employing its construction force? Amazing. It was maybe three hours later that he saw a particularly strange person in a crowd. He could only see her from the shoulders up but she looked stunning. Gray hair but not old, she couldn't have been in her thirties. Had to be twenties. She had a soft smile that fit perfectly on her soft looking face. But the eyes. They looked sweet looking but Lamorak knew better. Those eyes had seen things. They had gazed at what they had done with glee. He could feel it in his gut, like a brick. It was than she turned her head and locked eyes with him, and her smile widened a fraction as did her eyes before the crowd surged and he lost sight of her. He continued moving with the crowd and turned a corner, letting out a breath he hadn't known he was holding.

That brings us up to the present, as Lamorak finished his mocha and depositied it in the recycling he heard a small noise from a nearby alleyway. He walked over and peered inside, surprised he could hear it over the natural sounds of the city. Inside were about five guys dressed in similar clothing and sunglasses surrounding a young girl who on the ground, the one who looked like the leader kneeling down, trying to kiss her though she turned her head. He was about to interfere when he hesitated. He had just noticed the hammer on the girls back. Holy fuck was that a big hammer. It was as big as her width and length wise. It looked crazy on the small girl. He shook his head and walked over and, not being noticed by the others, poked the back of the leaders head, rather hard, with the tip of his umbrella.

The man turned, visibly pissed off. He got up slowly, eyes narrow at the well dressed man who had decided to interrupt his fun with this new cosplay bitch he found, looking for an ashikabi.

"Hey douche, who the hell do you think you are?" The man questioned, stepping closer to the man. "I'M JUNICHI TANIGAWA YOU PRICK." He motions to a rather large man in aviators "Kick this guys ass, he needs to know some manners." The guy moves forward, cracking his knuckles before stopping as Lamorak picks up a beer bottle, discarded their by a small trash can. He tossed it in his hand a little before tossing it high into the air. The large thug looked up at the bottle and saw it would land between them, just as it was getting low enough to readjust his head, he saw a curved object move up and swing it down and slam it with great force into his face. Glass pushed into his cheeks, eyes and forehead but he didn't respond, having been knocked out from the initial hit. Lamorak smirked some. These guys didn't know jack shit about street fighting. A second, stronger looking one moved up, pulling back a haymaker before letting it fly. Lamoraks vision caught the punch in slow motion. He knew what to do. He moved left, so the punch would go by without the chance of the arm wrapping around and he launched his own strike, pointed finger jab into his abdomen, knocking the air out before grabbing a rib under the indent in the skin and pulling, breaking the bottom rib. The man cried out and stumbled back, where Lamoraks trap was waiting. An ankle stepped into the loop of the handle of the umbrella and Lamorak pulled, knocking the man flat on his back before flipping the umbrella in his hand and, as the second goon was lifting his head, jabbed the point of the umbrella forward, hitting the guys nose and pushing the bone in it up. His eyes shuddered and head rolled, a nose bleed slowly traveling down his cheek. Lamorak cracked a finger in slight theatrics of boredom.

"That it?" Lamorak asked in his best british punk accent while still speaking Japanese. The third, the tallest of the group, did the same as the one before and threw a punch, though this one more of a jab. Lamorak, instead of sidestepping like the last one, catching it head on and swinging the startled man into the wall, dazing him enough not to see the umbrella come down, point first, on the top bit of his shin, knocking it out the knee socket with force. He was going to scream, but pushing the umbrella like a lever, Lamorak crushed both cheek bones, one with the blow from the handle of the umbrella and the other against the stone wall. He turned to the last good, a bald headed, heavily pierced looking punk. He tired for a simple high kick. At this Lamorak was getting a little sick of this fighting. He killed two of this guys chaps and crippled one of them and this guy still wanted a fight. He was gonna make it fast. Flipping the umbrella Lamorak swung up, past the leg and into the groin, delivering a very low blow, even more so for a 'gentleman' such as him.

Looking at the groveling form of the goon, curled into the fetal position, Lamorak walked up calmly and raised a foot, before bringing it down savagely on his temple, hearing the skull crack and the man to go unconscious. Lamorak turned slowly to look at Junichi, cracking his neck some. Junichi stepped back a little, eyes wide.

"Just what the hell are you?" Junichi asked, before pulling something from his hoodie pocket. "Doesn't fucking matter! I'll still kill you!" He flicked open a knife and charged Lamorak. Face neutral, Lamorak backpedaled, stepping out the range of the knife slashes. Junichi started to smile as each miss got closer and closer till Lamorak stopped as the knife was going for jab.

"You are done you FUCK!" Junichi shouted as he pushed the blade to the Lamoraks side, only to see it skid off the jacket like it was a dull stick. His eyes widened at that before feeling an impact in his stomach knock the wind out of him. Junichi looked down, seeing the tip of the umbrella in his abdomen before he felt his arm grabbed and being swung into the opposite wall. Lamorak watched the thug leader slide down before raising the umbrella as Junichi raised his head, only for the handle to connect with his jaw and for him to slump to the side, the sound of teeth bouncing across the ground echoing throughout the alleyway. Lamorak turned and walked to the girl, who had looked on in absolute astonishment. Lamorak started fiddling with his watch as she began to try to speak.

"You…you saved me." She squeaked out some, a small blush forming on her face.

"No problem. Happy to do it." He stead, paying attention to his watch.

"Uhm…" The girl started out. "I…I think…You…Are my Ashikabi."

"I have no idea what an Ashikabi is." Lamorak said, pointed his watch at her. "Hold still." A small projectile flew from the watch and his her in the forehead, almost immediantly her eyes drooped and she layed on her side, as if sleeping. Lamorak spun on his heel and walked out of the alleyway, nary a hair out of place. He started down the street as if nothing had happened, whisling a simple song. Above though, on the roof of a building that help make the alleyway sat the gray haired woman, smiling at Lamoraks back.

"I knew from your eyes. You are fun."

Well. I actually wrote a little bit more than last time. Awesome. Make sure to review and don't forget to send suggestions of who should Lamoraks Sekirei be.