Like I said, slow start. Don't get rage-boners just yet gents.

Btw not gonna lie, can't wait to see how some of the reaction reviews are for this. I salivate at your possible rage/disgust.

Menma and Kagari had been spending quite a large amount of time together, both Madara and the neighbours noticed this. Whilst the Asama duo knew almost exactly why, Madara was quite curious. he was acutely aware they weren't human but he couldn't place exactly what they could be. He'd never felt anything like them before. And whilst interesting, it was slowly becoming an annoyance to the ancient man.

Menma must have roped the other male into gaming, as that was all they did, sit next to each other either on the couch in the living room, usually accompanied by Tama and Koneko, or in Menma's room. Side note, Kagari was super skeptical when it came to almost anything they said, thinking Tiamat was a mere toy, or that they couldn't kill people with a sidelong glance.

So strange really. But it mattered little, it was good to see his kid with an actual friend he didn't want to secretly slit the throat of.

He'd done that before. That took a decent amount of covering up. Poor Haruhi girl just pushed him too far with her incessant bossing.

Madara did however have to remind him that the ritual needed to be done soon, as sitting around as a Devil would allow them to swell forces to track him down. It was bad enough he was using Koneko as bait. Cut, fuckable bait. But still bait.

Menma was currently sitting in his room on the bed, his DS in his face whilst Kagari sat in his chair the ashen male agreed to hang out for about 3 hours a day to play, but insisted that was the maximum, as he needed to sleep properly for his job. Menma was more or less amazed the guy took him seriously, but wasn't against the company.

"You eating estrogen lately?" Asked Menma, peeking over the machine, Kagari almost choked at the question, getting a single risen, black brow.

"What kind of question is that!?" Hollered the Sekirei, not that Menma knew that.

"Your face. It's looking girlier than before, and your hips are widening. I had no idea you were transitioning." Said Menma, like an observation more than a statement. "Been doin' it long?" Asked the King curiously.

Kagari just stared at the guy he was reacting too incredulously, "How in the hell did he notice it? He's known me for a week!" Homura, grunted and crossed one leg over the other about to rebuke him until he spoke up once more.

"See what I mean, when did you get an ass?" Said Menma, idly pointing to the other males rear. "Real talk though, not liking being a dude?"

"Shut up, Menma." Grumbled Kagari, red dusting his pale cheeks, he really didn't want to talk about this at the moment, he especially didn't want to give the bastard a reason to mock him if he told him he was reacting to him.

"You're smoking..." Said Menma, DS now sitting on his chest whilst he knitted his fingers together, Miyo chose this moment to come in and quickly raced over to Menma's side Tiamat slowly waddling after the cast, yawning.

"No I'm not." Rebuffed Kagari, shaking his head.

"You're litteral making the air flutter with how much heat you're giving off right now. Keep this up and I'll dump an ice-bucket on your head." Countered Menma, Kagari looking around himself and noticed, he was in fact burning the chair.

"I-uh..." He stammered.

"Alright, we're dealing with this now. C'mon." Ordred Menma, tossing the device onto the bed and pulling the other guy out of the chair, Kagari attempted to explain all the way down the hallway and out into the backyard. Though instead of listening Menma tossed Kagari into the pool, steam flooding the area, the Devil idly scratching an itch on his nose as he stared over the other male with apathy.

"So...Ready to explain how the fuck you're almost making a bonfire on your chair?" Asked Menma, Asia and Tama were outside with them, gardening not far from them, Menma sat at the edge of the pool cross legged and stared at a red-faced Kagari.

"It'll take a while to explain..." Muttered the steaming male.

"You're staying in the pool." Cut in Menma, making Kagari crack a smile for a small time. Menma dipped a finger in, "Huh...Feels pretty good too." He murmured, throwing off a shirt and sliding in, sitting on one of the steps in the pool. Kagari's face went red again. "Kay, go." Said the bulkier male, one elbow on each of his knees as he cradled his face, giving Kagari his attention.

"Ok, first my name isn't Kagari...It's Homura-" Informed Kagari, or Homura. Whatever.

"Flame. Suits I suppose."

"Anyway, I'm what's called a Sekirei...An alien." Menma gave him the same, apathetic look, baying him to continue. "When the ship arrived on earth there was only one of us awake at the time, #1. The rest of us were either embryos or fertilized eggs. That's when...Minaka, head of MBI arrived to discover the ship. He decided to start waking Sekirei up, the first five were the strongest when an army came to flatten the ship to avoid any problems for humanity, it was a slaughter." Said Homura, obviously whilst he wasn't there in the person, he'd heard it enough in detail to be slightly scarred by it.

"Meh, human life." Said Menma, flippantly. Homura shot him an owlish look, "I'll give you mine if you give me yours." Referring to the story, but Homura's already fraying nerves got another shot, the steam in the pool increased exponentially as the Flame Sekirei blushed furiously.

"You're such a fag." Muttered Menma, shaking his head. Though said in gest, in a few moment he would realize how accurate that was.

"A-anyway! After that Minaka started waking up the others, but had adjusters minimize their usual power output until a certain requirement was met, until they found their Ashikabi...Their Destined One." Homura shifted his shirt to show a crest on his back, between his shoulder blades.

"I saw tits." Said Menma, loudly enough to make the girly-boy quickly cover back up, "You're wearing a white shirt gay-boy. I can still see them."

Once more steam shot back up, Menma appearing to be completely unfazed, the sapphire-like crystal on his body lighting him up in a dull blue glow until it died away once more.

"Stop calling me gay!" Shouted Homura, covering his chest, blushing furiously.

"Call it like I see it, fag." Said Menma, goadingly, "Continue to regale me with thine tale, lover of dick." Homura was about ready to throw a fireball at his smug friend before gritting his teeth and continuing.

"When I was being adjusted Minaka ordered some of my DNA to be destablized, apparently, thus making it so I would be the opposite gender of my Ashikabi when I met him or her. It also is a giant clusterfuck for me, because with the rapid changing of my body, my powers are starting to lose their collective shit and could slowly rip me apart."

"Ok, so what...? I'm your Ashikabi or whatever?" Asked Menma, almost bored, which made Kagari blink owlishly.

"Y...Yeah." He muttered Menma shrugged and walked towards the other male-turning-female who took a step back for each one he took forward. Menma stopped at the halfway point and gave an amused look to the ashen Sekirei.

"So what, how does this whole thing work? I'd hardly want my new buddy to turn into goo, just 'cus he's craving my cock." Menma grew a wide smirk on his face at the rage/embarrassment that was radiating from Homura at the moment.

"Shut the hell up, I'm not gay!" Shouted Homura once more, though Menma seemed to be having a ball with how flustered the poor guy was getting. "It's no my fault I'm reacting to you asshole!"

"You're so incredibly gay that you can't even stand next to me in a pool whilst I have my shirt off. Because of your desire to be strung up on my phallus." Continued Menma, drinking in the frustration with a wide grin.

"Yeah well to seal the contract we'd have to kiss, who's gay now huh!?" Challenged Homura, Asia and Tama looked at one another the older girl blushing brightly as the little one asked why Aniki and Nii-chan were going to kiss.

"Still you." Homura gave a roar of frustration and lunged to try and strangle his friend, instead Menma grabbed him by the throat and layed a quick on one on him. Silver-grey eyes shot wide open whilst Menma's shifted to a dull bronze.

Firey wings shot from Homura's back as the awakening took place, bright lights flooding the pool and the area around it, steam flooding out once more, reducing the amount of water to about half its usual amount.

Homura feebly tried to resist the warm sensation of being awoken, until abruptly stopped, Menma set him back down, the Sekirei flooded with a full body blush. "You're the gay one because you were still thinking about my dick that whole time, I was trying to save your life." Said Menma idly wiping his lip with a finger, Homura smacking his chest and looking away.

"So what exactly just happened?" Asked Menma, referring to the light show.

"...That's called winging, it's when a Sekirei get's their dormant power unrestrained, basically you're stuck with me till death, because it's for life." Kagari muttered, not daring to look his Ashikabi in the eyes after the sheer amount of shame he'd just experienced.

"Well have fun with that, I can't die. From time at least. So welcome to the club of people who'll outlive humanity." Said Menma with a small amount of glittering dust leaving the tips of his fingers, the azure sparkles tingling against Homura's skin.

"Side-note, you still gonna end up changing?" Asked Menma, tilting his head in attempts to get eye contact back, honestly he didn't get what the big deal was, he had more than enough straight-points saved up to kiss his friend to prevent him from dying. Menma felt that was a pretty good reason to mack on a dude, he'd never fucking do it again, but whatever. Try most things once.

Except being the sub, nope. Never. Fuck that noise. His ass was off limits.

Everyone else's, was prey.

Haha, double standards.

"Yes...Like I said, to suit the desires of my Ashikabi. For all I know I could end up some slutty bimbo. If you're inclined." Cursed Homura. "I'm literally at your mercy." And it was true, Menma could rewire his brain if he wanted it enough, making him into some obedient plaything, or an animal.

"I've got sluts, I don't need another. You with a vagina, T 'n' A will do." Said Menma, uncaringly. Homura quickly turned and buried a head into the taller males shoulder.

"You're a piece of shit." He muttered, he was fucking terrified of what was happening, and this ass just brushed it all off.

"I kill people for fun. I'm going to live forever. And I have what could technically be called a harem with one long-term investment girl. Yeah, I'm aware." Replied Menma with a shrug, Homura took a step back and looked at him with a worried stare.

Menma grinned, "Now I get to tell my story."

Later, Menma's Room.

With Tiamat on his chest and Homura with a towel on his head, clad in one of Menma's bigger shirts and a pair of shorts, Menma finished his tale idly looking at the horrified expression on his Sekirei's face. "Told you I was a piece of shit." Said Menma with a shrug.

"You're a fucking psycho..." Murmured Homura, feeling completely repulsed.

"Yep." Said Menma without a blink, "But hey, whatever. You're all better now, that's all you wanted me for right? So fuck off if I disgust you so." Offered the taller male, pulling a pair of orbs from thin air, one blue and one red. He flipped off the Sekirei and went down into the basement, "Don't let the door hit your ass on the way out, you ungrateful fuck." Shot out the male as he walked down the halls.

Homura felt like a knife just sunk into his chest, and each insult like a twist of it, they were legitimate, not playful jabs that he'd become accustomed too, gripping his chest the transitioning Sekirei felt a profound sense of pain, one he'd never expected to experience. It appeared the link between Ashikabi and Sekirei was a double edged sword.

"That's the way he is." Said a feminine voice, Homura looked around, "Down here, pretty boy." Homura looked upon the bed, that...Dragon, was talking to him, her sunset orange eyes seemingly going right through him.

"Menma-kun is...Different yes. I won't defend his actions, he's acutely aware what he's done is wrong, he just doesn't care. He is crass, he is hurtful, he is a dangerous sociopath. But he is also capable of calm, gentleness. His past is not without its own twisted justification. Would you like to be enslaved and used as a weapon for the amusement of others?" Questioned Tiamat, she thought she wasn't really selling it to the alien for a moment there so did a 180 on her thought process and spat out some useless drivel.

"That's what a Sekirei is...I never got around to telling him about the Sekirei Plan..." Mumbled Homura.

"Give it a week, he's doing something rather important and cannot be disturbed, come back next Monday and hash it out with him, he's not as unreasonable as he was just now." Informed Tiamat, laying her head back on her fore-claws.

"B-but a week! What's going to take him so long?" Asked Homura, but he was ignored, almost ready to rip his hair out the girly-boy left, feeling like he'd swallowed knives as he left through the front door he saw Menma's back going down a set of stair, into what appeared to be a basement. Homura was going to follow after him, but that throbbing pain in his chest reminded him just why he shouldn't. Defeated and hurt, he left.

With Menma

The Devil placed the two orbs onto a stone slab-altar, sitting on his legs in the centre of a bloody circle, hundreds if not thousands of tiny, tiny runes inscribed to form various twisting, circular shapes within it. Menma sat on his legs, his bare, sharp toenails, scraping against the stone flooring as he adjusted.

"Did I overreact? Probably. But hey, I get to fuck with someones head whilst blowing off some steam...I'm a pretty shitty friend." He murmured, thinking about how he'd seen other people interact with their friends...They usually didn't intentionally spear them through the soul with spiteful comments.

"Worry about it later."

"You seriously think we'll let you take us over?!" Screamed Ddraig, rage flowing from the red orb, Menma ignored him, going into his own mind to remain completely still and concentrate properly. His magic could sustain him for a few years with the sheer amount he had, he could wait out these fuckers. A week was nothing.

"We will find a way to destroy you, boy." Swore Albion, Menma once more, ignored the dragons, instead releasing a soft breath through his nose and initiating the spell. The circle around him glowed and pulsed with each beat of his heart, the two orbs began releasing streams of red and white energy respectively, directly into Menma's chest.

"Limit Break." He uttered, his own power surging to lord itself over the two dragons, as they were imprisoned it made flexing their own power even harder than before, the sheer strangling sensation Menma's aura brought stifled most of their resistance.

Menma pushed away the instinctual armour covering, instead just using the power multiplier of the 'Gear. Those soft humming beats matching his heartbeat slowly picked up, instead of being a bassy thump ended up as a quick trilling tink whilst Menma could no longer really feel his own skin, he was acutely aware how fast his heart was beating. If he wasn't already technically immortal, he'd be dead by now.

Elsewhere.

A certain redhead wench with tits big enough to smuggle babies, distraught and ruined as she was, felt that explosive amount of power suddenly creep up at the edge of her senses, she knew that signature, she knew it well. Whilst it was usually foolish to jump to the conclusion of guilt before evidence, Rias Gremory was more than willing to take that risk when it came to the death of Two Satans, Two Seraphs and the rumblings of another war.

The kidnapping and murder of two of her Peerage members also didn't help, Menma had left in a close enough time window to be the one who was guilty. The only one with a modicum of motive for ruining the peace talks, and being a general fucking psycho.

Rias' reddend eyes narrowed with conviction, she would avenger her beloved brother, she would seek justice for Serafall-sama, and yes, even the Seraphs.

Akeno, Kiba and Gasper entered the room at her call, all minus the vampire boy had murderous expressions on their faces, the poor trap-boy was shaken heavily by the strangulating aura.

Not far from the Occult Research Club, the Student President felt that power too, it sent ice into her chest. Once she would smile at the sensation of this power, no longer. Now it only brought pain and hatred. She called her Peerage together, summoning them all to her at this instant.

She would track him down, demand answers, and then kill him with her bare hands.

Shinto Teito

Minaka Hirota, the man in charge of MBI genius and madman in one bundle of far too much white clothing, that being all of it. Even his hair and the tint of his glasses. A complete white suit with a long cape-coat thing draped over him, a pair of 15cm platform shoes to appear taller, though he refused to tell anyone about these shoes. They too were a part of the game, in ways. His ridiculously spikey hair flared up to the right and stuck a big middle finger to gravity.

He got a shiver down his spine, he'd already gotten word that #6 had been winged, he actually didn't expect Homura to get winged so soon, but it only made the game more interesting, the final stages of the Plan were falling together, soon he would begin letting the little birds, fly. But he would still have to wait a month at least, three at most for all of them to be ready.

Sadly.

Minaka was impatient, he'd already called up Takami three times today to get her children into the city, a not so subtle plan to 'Get into the family' as it were. To this day Minaka was torn up over not being able to be with his children like a father should, he'd even gone and begged on his knees to plea for just that.

His nose got phantom pains just from thinking about that door slam.

"Maybe I'll try one more time..." He thought, pulling out his phone and grinning, only to feel a book hit that back of his head. A white haired woman with a temporary medical patch over one eye and the other barely opened but showing it to be a stone black, she appear to have aged extremely well, the only sign of said age being her hair. Everything else was...Perky.

She wore a lab coat over a very slightly lavender-white dress shirt with black tie, a pair of black slacks and dress shoes, a file clutched in one hand with a cigarette in the other, she'd have to check in on Homura, look into this unknown that winged him/her.

It still irked the woman to no end what ended up happening to the Flame Sekirei, but it was already done, little would be accomplished by regretting it. Like she did most of her life after finding that fuckign ship.

Taking a deep drag, she closed her uncovered eye and sighed deeply, "This better not end up a hassle." She hoped, really would it be too much to ask for Homura to find a normal Ashikabi? Please? Maybe?

No.

Fuck you Takami.

The answer is no.

Menma 2 days later

Madara had sealed up the entrance to the ritual room, the little shit didn't even warn him about going in, and just started the damned thing. Madara had to sigh at his kids recklessness, the ancient man was well aware the boy wanted to whet his teeth on some prime fight but it just wouldn't be possible anymore, Menma had come too far too quickly to ever find another decent fight. Until the world did one of its bigs calamity resets it was so fond of doing.

"Gotta remember to refurbish the ol' bolt hole." He murmured, remembering where he waited out the last calamity, "That was a fuckin' doozy."

"Uh...Madara-san..." Came a quiet voice, accompanied by a knock at the door, answering it the old man was greeted by the sight of...Kagari? "Since when did you get boobs, kid?" Asked the old man curiously, before his eyes rose up and got a good look at the, now very womanly, Kagari.

"It's a lot to explain...Is Menma in?" Asked the...girl?

"He's uh...Busy at the moment. Secret evil genius stuff." Said Madara, though he saw the hurt dance across the...girls...expression, "OH! Did the little psycho give you a rundown on past events?" Kagari nodded mutely, Madara grinned and threw an arm around the...girl, "Well come on in, we'll have a chat."

Izumo Inn

"Takehito-kun..." Whispered Miya, getting a sigh from the scientist, "I know you don't want to think about it, but Uzumaki-san is involved now..."

"I know Miya, strange that it was Homura of all people." Muttered her husband, pawing over a few notes, "I'll see what I can do, right now I think I'm actually onto something with the crest." He murmured, whilst he wasn't Miya's Ashikabi, they were married, he couldn't wing her but they loved one another. He was happy, but he wasn't completely happy, ever, unless he could get himself into some manic scientific study. So he was trying to see if somehow one could remove the Sekirei's crest, without them dying, which would then in turn, destroy Minaka's plan for any real 'plan'.

Miya sighed softly, whilst she didn't want this damned plan to come to pass, it was inevitable, she just didn't have the clout she used to, and couldn't take on the military power of MBI and the Disciplinary Squad at the same time, on her own. Although that power, coming from across the road a few days ago...That wasn't Homura.

Speaking of, the poor boy came home almost in tears, it appears the winging didn't exactly go smoothly. From what she could get from the boy-almost-girl, Menma was not what they thought, and the link drove home how much pain he could cause with a single thought.

They had gotten a new guest though, Uzume #10. Apparently she had taken a liking to Homura, and began prodding the almost-girl about a great deal of things, mostly his/her new Ashikabi, what he was like, what they did together etc.

Ah, young love.

Miya turned to her husband with a soft smile, leaning up against him laying her head on his shoulder, the man smiled and pulled her closer.

Uchiha Home

Madara was sipping from a glass, orange juice of course, whilst Homura was nursing one of her own. "Quite the little tale, I knew he was at least a little curious. I fucking knew it." Madara put on a victorious grin, "Never expected him to just slap one on ya though, figured he was more of a trap kinda guy, instead of ladyboys, but whatever."

"Is your grandson's sexual preferences that interseting to you..?" Asked Homura with a soft, feminine tone, her tone was subdued and melancholy.

"Oh shall I return to speaking about how I have no idea how he thinks, how he's never had a proper friend in his life and is possibly the worst person to collect all this power?" Asked Madara, brightly but dripping with sarcasm, Homura just sweatdropped.

Xenovia entered the kitchen, she looked ansty, "Madara-dono, how many more days until Menma-sama comes out?" She asked in a clipped tone. Apparently Menma had done a number on this one to, ever since the pair hooked up they'd been more or less inseparable, but now with Kagari taking up a chunk of his day, along with Menma's playing with Tama, gardening occasionally with Asia and his chats with the old man himself, he'd been giving the poor thing less attention than she wanted.

"5 more days, Xen-chan. Tsk tsk tsk, so impatient." He chided softly, shaking his head dramatically. Xenovia frowned and sat down, folding out her arms and resting her chin on her crossed forearms.

"Must be super boring without Devil's to hunt, or people to smack around with your giant phallic sword." Said Madara conversationally, Xenovia shot him a glare he merely grinned widely in response. "Oh come on, Xenny darling. Surely you can entertain yourself, what happened to that big bad executioner that we all knew and loved?"

"Oh don't be too harsh on the girl, I saw what he did to her." Tiamat's voice floated into their collective minds as she padded into the kitchen and flapped her litting wings to get onto the table, "Never heard a human or devil scream that loudly." She said with a smile, Xenovia merely nodded in confirmation.

"He is a prime lover, but I wish to spend time with my King. That is all. I do not like this distance that has cropped up between us." Said the ex-church weapon.

"Well guess what Xenny." Said Madara, garnering her attention, before he pointed to Kagari, "Sweet little Kagari here, who's real name is Homura apparently, is some Love Alien that had bonded to Menma for life. Seems like someone's ahead of you~." Madara, deciding he'd stirred up enough drama, quickly grabbed the nearest snack he could and observed the chaos that would unfold.

The room went dead silent, Homura looked to the slowly turning Xenovia with a slight amount of fear in her eyes, "You. What?" She asked ominously.

"I-uh...! I was dying if I didn't my body would have incinerated itself! I swear I never meant for any of this to happen!" Quickly defended the Flame Sekirei, waving her hands quickly in hopes of warding off the beast.

"10 years. I have to wait, 10 years. AND YOU DID IT IN A WEEK!?" Xenovia seemingly pulled Durandall out of her ass and roared out a bloodthirsty howl. "I'll kill you!" Homura screamed and ran off, thus the chase began.

Tama spotted them and began following after, screaming as well, apparently that was the game, it was pretty fun.

"You get off on this don't you." Accused the Blue King, getting a shit eating grin from the old man.

"On a profoudnly sexual level." Said Madara, before he burst out laughing as the Sekirei ran back through the kitchen, Xenovia hot on her heels.

Menma's Mind day 6

Menma blinked as he felt a powerful shift in his mental faculties, the mindscape became clearer, though still being a blurry vortex of white and black endlessly blending it somehow appeared less fuzzy. The images of Albion and Ddraig appeared before him, one a sleek western dragon with 3 pairs of wings, a pair of shining golden horns and four legs, a long whipping tail behind it decorated with feathery scales, Albion.

The other was Ddraig, so jacked Menma could feel the testosterone from here. Ddraig's whole body was coated in his thick red, shield-like scales, his horns were black as midnight and rose up and back in a rather simplistically conservative manner, in contrast to Albion's almost antler like horns, a single pair of heavy looking wings that looked like they could tear up a skyscraper with minimal effort. Thick, honed talons decorated his tree-trunk wide legs, a barbed, armoured tail looked ready to cut a bitch the fuck up.

One sleek and slender, the other packed with muscles on his muscles, Menma gave the projections a cold stare, he hadn't spoken in 6 days, hadn't slept, hadn't eaten or drank any water. He'd been completely content and sustained on his own power. The only drive he needed was his undying thirst for bloodshed and despair.

These were not the actual dragons, merely astral representations in his mind, the two images slowly melted together into one beast.

A massive creature with the best of both worlds. The underbelly was a snowy white of Albion, whilst the rest was the same bloody red of Ddraig, three pairs of wings, the membrane pulsing with glowing blue veins, whilst the 'frame' had several sharp feathery scales decorating the edges. The more conservative horns that seemed to have a few extra branching points, each branch looked as thick as Menma's arm. It only branched about four times on each horn though, so it didn't go full deer.

The creature seemed to be bipedal, a pair of thick, muscular arms looked ready to rip a continent in half, with four large talons and a thumb, each clawed finger's talon was barbed like an arrowhead at the edges, though not to a great extent. It's like you could make cuts in your cuts.

The creature had two tails, on that of Ddraig, with the barbs and armour, whilst the other was of Albion the feathery scales making a return once more, both were about the same width and length the only difference being colour and 'addons'.

The legs weren't anything unexpected, looking like you could stomp a block down by tripping. The thighs having thicker plated scales, Menma could appreciate that, so even if he lost his arms he could still get to a distance to regenerate. Or at least escape in general.

The head had a broad, long snout that had a pair of blank, golden eyes embedded in its skull, small black barbs lining its lower jaw, like spiky stubble now that he thought about it.

Menma closed his eyes once more, the creature's form and his own slowly drifting together in the mindscape, a great light encompassing his minds eye.

Day 7

Menma emerged from the chamber, Madara and the various beings he spoke with awaiting him. Menma's golden, slit eyes cast across them all, before he walked past them without so much as a peep and walked outside.

"Holy shit, that's a lot of power to hold in." Commented Madara, looking at the disappointed faces of those gathered, "C'mon what'd you expect, him to come out hollering about how good it was to see us all, $10 say's the second he speaks shit goes down." Bet the ancient man.

And shit indeed did, a powerful rumble shook all of Shinto Teito, Madara opened the door and observed the enormous crater in the street, "What'd I tell ya?" Smug ass.

With Menma

The now transformed youth found some island far away from Shinto Teito, he set down, his body felt lighter than a feather but the formation of stone beneath him buckled and crumbled like sand. He gazed upon his form using the ocean as a mirror, for the first time in a week being in the fresh air, feeling the sun on his now scaly body and closing his eyes, just taking it all in.

"…." No noise, but the powerful exhaling from his draconian nostrils, Menma touched his chest and pushed his fingers in, the skin rippling like water, he tore out two chess pieces, the King and the Rook. Both of them smoking and charred heavily as he tossed them into the waters below.

"I feel...Calm. That's a pretty good change I suppose." He thought aloud, his enormous form making his voice boom, making the waters ripple in protest.

"Still wanna see the world fucking burn though." He reminded himself, a short flash of flame leaving his nostrils as he gave a more harsh exhale, "The others should be changing soon. I expect little physical difference." Hypothesized the monolithic beast, before stretching himself out and flaring his many wings, sunning himself.

"Fuck this is gonna be a good few months. I can just feel it. Filled with murder and fucking, mostly fucking. Hm...Nah Miya's to homely for me." Whilst it had crossed his mind to plow the older woman he really just didn't feel it, she didn't have the presence of the MILFs from Kuoh, just and older woman. Nothing really fun if you can't scar some kids whilst nailing their mum.

And he had no grudge to bear against her husband. So that was a thing.

Ah well, maybe some other MILF will fall into his lap.

At this time, Takami sneezed, spilling hot coffee onto Minaka as she did so, the poor fool screaming in pain.

End of chapter.

So yeah, I googled Ddraig and Albion, mashed the two forms in my head and this is what you get, a five story tall dragon that want's to murder a great deal of the planet for giggles. But can also be sidetracked by loli-catgirls who need a good dicking.

Speaking of, that's in the next chapter. I know I was happy to hear that too. Thanks brain.

No probs Rax.

Raxychaz.