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Key:

Flashback

"Talking"

'Thinking'

"ABILITIES/Norito"

X's Across is a POV change

Since this is the first time that it's ever happened to me. I would like to ask those with accounts that wish to ask questions or a request please PM them. The question that was asked is who would be in Derrik's harem. What I'm willing to do is to ask account holders to vote on this issue. Majority rule on if I put the harem list up. Also request are welcomed; regardless if I put them into the story or not I will give a shout out.

I would like to take this opportunity to thank you for the overwhelming support of this story!KEEP IT UP YOU ALL! :p

SHOUT OUT TO sneak13579: Good idea but your request would have ended up in a free for all considering whom I am putting into Derrik's harem.

Q&A time.

To Friendo: To be able not to have an one sided Sekirei fic, side pairing is needed. Like Higa has Toyotoma, Yukari has Shiina. If this isn't what you meant please elaborate, thanks.

Anyhow on to the story.

Ashikabi of Justice:Redux

W.D. Whitley

Chapter 2

Sneaking glances at his first Sekirei he couldn't help but to admire her athletic form. Her brown hair with a pony tail down to her hips with strands of hair sticking out at the top like an antenna made him smile. She was wearing a navy blue shirt that showed off her moderately sized breast magnificently. The black mini-skirt was like a second skin on her hips. The black knee high boots completed the look nicely. "So what's your powers if I may ask?" Derrik queried her.

"Yes you may." She replied sweetly, "Precognition, light based attacks and healing. I also am able to sense bonds between Sekirei and Ashikabi." She answered.

For some reason Derrik thought she was holding something back but allowed her to keep secrets. The feeling of her arms through his felt amazing as they were walking toward the inn. Finally he came to the entrance of the place he has missed for twenty years. Looking at the familiarity of the Izumo Inn brought back fond memories of staying here from time to time. Taking a deep breath he knocked on the door. As it opened he saw the one person that he longed to see the most. He saw the unflappable woman widen her brown eyes. Not letting her say anything he wrapped her into a hug.

After feeling that part of him that was missing 20 some odd years of needing this; he smiled as his second mom was hugging him. Sighing contently as it felt like a part of him was filled. Brief memories of the times that she was taking care of him when his parents weren't able to flashed through his mind. As the memories came he found it odd that she only showed her soft side to him at that time. That didn't matter now, here she was once again with her arms around him. All to soon she ended their hug. Noticing that she was checking him out from head to toe all the while cupping a hand underneath her chin. She graced him with one of her rare sincere smiles; "Looks like that once there was a child in front of me, now there is a man." She stated.

He watched as her eyes briefly noticed the sword hanging beside him. "You're carrying a sword?" She said frowning.

Shrugging; "I feel naked without one." He answered.

"I see, well I can tell that you have trained well. You're quite the catch Derrik Cypher." She teased.

He could tell from the smirk on her face that she noticed his blush. Feasting his eyes on her he noticed that she was wearing her traditional miko outfit. "I've missed you Miya." He said.

"And I you." She replied.

He thought she said something else but wasn't able to catch it. He watched as her brown eyes went to the side of him. 'Crap.' He thought to himself as he saw the danger signs of an impending hayanna mask attack. The narrowing of her eyes, thinning of her lips. As soon as his thought ended sure enough there it was. Hanging above her glaring with malevolent intent at both his guest and him. Ready to jump in front of his Sekirei to defend her from the hayanna, he noticed that Miya had her right eyebrow up above her eye. "So this must be Yume." She stated.

"Yes #01." At this Derrik winced noticing Miya tensing up. "I'm #08 Yume, the Sekirei of Fate." Yume stated.

In awe he watched as Yume, not affected by the hayanna, walk to Miya. "Ah yes, I guess the rumors of you are correct. The tales of your bravery is renown. There are only two others that aren't affected by my hayanna mask. One is standing there." Miya said indicating Derrik, "The other isn't welcomed here."

At this Derrik frowned knowing of who Miya was talking about, "I request of you that you don't reveal who I am." It was more of an order than a request.

"Of course, Miya." Yume replied bowing to her.

Having a hard time containing it, a small giggle escaped him. He watched as Miya's eyes cut to him and a small smile overcome her. She rolled her eyes and put her hayanna mask away. Turning toward him he watched as her smile became a small frown. "Why?" She questioned.

About to answer Yume beat him to it; "Because of fate and of whom he his. Of all Sekirei you should be aware of this."

Noticing a flash of sadness and pain flashed through her eyes as they went between Yume and him. "So be it." She declared in resignation.

Stepping to the side then gestured inside; "Welcome to the Izumo Inn again Derrik." She invited.

Smiling he stepped into the entrance walking the few feet to where the hallway joined the television room to the dining room. Looking around he noticed that the inside really hasn't changed since the last time he was here. The only exception was there was a flat screen TV. Turning his attention back to Miya; "Am I in the..." He started but was interrupted by the sound of doors being flung open violently.

He turned toward the loud noise of running feet coming from the stairwell to where the rooms were. All he saw was a flash of red, gray, white and black: "Ooff," as a breath of air rushed out from him as a double tackle hit taking him to his back.

Finally able to take a breath of much needed air he felt two sets of different sized breast on him. The bigger pair was currently rubbing themselves up and down his chest. Whoever they belong to was somewhat turned on as the nipples were poking him. The other pair, which were moderately sized, had his right arm clutched in a vise like grip in between cleavage. The one that had their breast rubbing his chest was a vision of feminine red headed beauty. Her red hair was currently was in a double braid that hung down to her hips. He found himself staring into brown eyes, glazed over in excitement and lust, behind a pair of round glasses. Looking at the white cheongsam dress that was hugging her like a second skin; Derrik got nervous seeing that she had a blush and was breathing heavy.

Looking at the one that had his right arm clutched he saw a gray haired female beauty. Her shoulder length hair sticking up in every direction. He noticed the she was causing her white dress shirt to wrinkle. Looking further down Derrik saw her black pants hugged her hips nicely. His nervousness increased as he notice that she too was sporting a blush and breathing heavily. "DERRIK!" They shouted simultaneously.

"Matsu, Homura." He said nervously.

Granted he was nervous but if Homura didn't have his right arm in a death hold he would hug the two Sekirei. He settled for wrapping his left arm around Matsu in a one arm hug. He thought that he heard Matsu purring. A cough was heard coming from a certain female that they almost forgot. Matsu immediately stopped rubbing her chest on his and felt Homura go rigid. "I believe you both know the rules of this inn." Miya said ominously.

"It was just a friendly hello." Whined Matsu.

"Not a good idea Matsu." Derrik softly warned her.

"Sorry Miya, it was so good to see him again that I forgot." Apologized Homura.

Miya slowly nodded at the fire user and turned her ire onto the quivering Matsu. "Matsu you know as well as I that rubbing your chest against another person's chest isn't a simple hello." Miya admonished.

As Matsu was about to reply Derrik couldn't contain the giggles from coming out of his mouth. Grinning and giggling at both Miya and the hayanna mask behind her Miya once again rolled her eyes. "Not helping Derrik." Miya chided.

"Ha, sorry, ha, ha." Derrik giggled.

"You know it's your fault she learned how to do that from Takehito." Matsu accused.

Oblivious to the stare from Homura; " Can't, ha, help it, ha. It was, ha, and still, ha, is waaayyy cool, ha, ha, ha." He continued to giggle.

Finally after a few tense moments Miya place her hayanna mask away. Matsu, relieved, stood up and dusted herself off. "Matsu." Miya commanded.

Once Miya had Matsu's attention Miya said in a dark tone; "If this persist I will be forced to kick you out."

Even though both Matsu and Derrik knew she wouldn't actually carry through with the threat; Matsu started bowing repeatedly. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Matsu repeated.

Finally able to contain his giggles he noticed Homura staring at him still with a blush and breathing heavy. "What?" He asked her.

"She learned that because of you?" Homura accused.

Derrik shrugged once again, "Now is not the time. Let him get up." Miya stated.

Fearful of another hayanna mask appearance Homura nodded. Standing up and dusting himself off and looked at the two females. It seemed like Homura fared better than Matsu because she apologized. Matsu herself looked like she was still shaking. Knowing what was going on with the two, from evidence of their blush and heaving breathing, Derrik looked toward Miya asking a silent yet nervous question. Once again sadness and pain floated across her eyes. He thought he also saw jealousy there as well but quickly dismissed it knowing who Miya was. He watched as she nodded her head almost imperceptibly. He gave them both, what he thought, a welcoming smile while spreading both his arms wide. "Give me a proper hug you two." He declared.

Both Homura and Matsu didn't need to be told twice. With cat like speed both women got their hugs. Matsu on his right was purring in satisfaction Homura was more in control as she was simply enjoying the hug. All of the sudden he felt them let go. Looking between them it seemed as they were having a silent conversation. Homura nodded once and Derrik felt his face being grasped softly by Matsu. Facing her his nervousness increased as he knew what was going to happen. "You don't know how long I've waited for this." He heard and he thought she shot a nasty look toward Miya.

As with Yume, Matsu didn't give him a choice in the matter. She crashed her lips against his. With a little bit of her Sekirei strength she forced his lips apart and thrust her tongue into his mouth. Surprised, Derrik watched as her wings snapped open behind her. It looked like there was computer codes running through them. She moaned into his mouth not stopping her tongue from moving. The skillful way she used it almost buckled his knees underneath him. A feminine cough from behind him caused her tounge to recede back into her mouth. He could feel that Matsu had a small frown on his lips. With a resounding pop, with saliva trailing from his lips to hers, Matsu pulled away from him. She was fingering her plump lips with a lustful smirk upon them. "By my wisdom's vow let my Ashikabi's enemies be deleted. #02 Matsu is yours, now and forever." She chanted.

Before he could formulate words he found himself being gently turned to face the fire Sekirei. She was still blushing and breathing heavy. Her dark brown eyes were looking everywhere but him. Derrik gently reached out and cupped her cheek causing her blush to intensify, her breathing to become heavier and to force her eyes to come to his. "Homura, my I become your Ashikabi?" He asked slightly nervously.

"About time." She huffed as she leaned into him.

Turning her face toward his, he leaned down and placed his lips to hers. Homura was gentle and timid with her kiss. A split second before he closed his eyes Derrik saw her wings flare out behind her. It looked like they were encased in fire of all colors. Red, yellow, blue, green and white rippled outward from the center to the tips of her wings. 'Not surprising since she is the Flame Sekirei.' He thought to himself.

Sooner than Matsu did Homura broke off the kiss and stepped away from him. "Let my fire turn my Ashikabi's peril to ash. #06 Homura the Flame Sekirei is yours." She chanted taking a breath to continue.

"Now and forever." Derrik finished softly for her.

"That's a Sekirei's line goof." Homura jokingly reprimanded.

Derrik chuckled once again then wrapping his arms around his two newest Sekirei again. "If you three are finished, I believe Derrik was asking me something." Miya reminded them after a few moments.

Like rifle shots the two females separated themselves from him. He watched as they walked slowly over to Yume and introduced themselves cautiously. Walking toward Miya and leaning closer to her once he got to her he thought he saw her shudder. "Sorry about that Miya. As I was going to ask am I in the same room as before?" He asked.

Indicated that he was he asked the question that plagued him as he saw his three Sekirei's interaction with each other. Yume talking to Matsu and Homura like they were long lost friends. They seemed to be on pins and needles. "Is she really that good?" He asked.

"According to my source she was the 2nd generation Discipline Squad leader." She told him.

"Really I thought that Kar. Sorry forgot, I thought she would be the leader." He said.

Getting a look he thought he was going to be in trouble with her; "No she is currently the leader of the 4th generation. Apparently Yume is the only one, besides myself, that can easily dodge and possibly defeat her." Miya relayed.

In awe Derrik looked over to his his first Sekirei. Even though the other two looked like they were talking with her she was looking directly at him. He thought he saw yin-yang symbols in her eyes.

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Assuring the two newest Sekirei that she wouldn't use her superior combat abilities to steal Derrik away from them she felt her Ashikabi awe. She felt a little guilty not telling him about her ability to sense her Ashikabi's feelings. Knowing what Miya and Derrik were talking about she turned her focus a split second before her Ashikabi turned his attention toward her. She knew by the slight widening of his eyes that he saw her yin-yang symbol eyes. She was smiling over the antics of the two females gushing over their Ashikabi. Following a almost clear white line that connected his Sekirei to him she felt her smile grow wider. She likened this line to a tale of a Chinese myth that she read while she was being adjusted. It was called "The Red String of Fate". In the book; supposedly the gods would tie an invisible red cord around the ankles of those that are destined to be together. The only problem with this particular power of hers was that she had had to be within 10 feet of Derrik and his fated one. All of the sudden another almost clear white line flew to him from the stairwell. Holding in a chuckle at the choice of the female newcomer's choice of clothing. Rather her lack of clothing more like it.

Her brownish hair, hanging a little below her shoulders, had a ponytail jutting off to one side. Donned in a almost see through lace white bra that barely contained her breasts. Hugging her shapely hips was lace white g-string panties. Yume watched as she came to a full stop slightly in front of her small group of three. She also noticed that the woman was currently reacting to her Ashikabi. "You." She squeaked

"Um, excuse me?" Derrik replied in confusion.

"You're my.." She tried.

Her mouth snapped shut and was looking up at something in fear. It looked like the third appearance of Miya's hayanna mask. "Uzume, what have I said about public indecency." Miya warned.

A/N: So here is the next chapter. I didn't think that I would be able to post it as soon as this but what can I say? Inspiration hits and writing happens. So to explain something that I didn't catch in the first chapter I had Yume declare herself to Derrik saying from now to forever. MY GRAMMAR SUCKS!

I do believe it's just now and forever lol (face palm). I'm contemplating writing more fan fic, I would like to continue my Familiar of Zero fic. I've put my Tenchi Muyo fic up for adoption. I'm thinking Daily Life with a Monster Girl. World Break: Aria of Curse for a Holy Swordsman. Possibly a Dual Parallel Trouble Adventure. Wouldn't mind seeing a few more Tenchi Muyo GxP fics either. What do you all think? So again I want to thank you all for the overwhelming response that I have got for this story since I started re-writing it. A preview of next chapter for you that actually reads these A/N's. I will be writing Derrik's back story on why Miya is his second mom. Like I always say, have fun and keep reading.