Normally my job as a repair man would have me fixing appliances, things like washing machines, heaters, air conditioners, and on a few occasions some more advanced electronics like computers. Today was different however, as one of my clients had referred me to a friend, telling him that I could fix any mechanical device. I was a little hesitance when the man called me and asked me to have a look at his car, but I agreed nonetheless. Automotive mechanics aren't something I usually work on or study, but my Structural Analysis should have been able to give me at least a general idea of what was wrong with it.

However, when I got the young man's house I found that there were a small group of people huddled in the driveway around the car I was presumably supposed to work on. Getting closer, I noticed that the car was currently up on a jack and there were a pair of shapely legs sticking out from under it. I managed to find my employer amid the crowd. "Okajima-san? I'm Shirou Emiya, the repairman. What's going on?"

The young man gave me an apologetic look. "Sorry Emiya-san. I didn't mean to replace you. It's just that I meet this girl and bought her lunch, and afterwards she insisted she pay me back somehow. After my first idea of her giving me her phone number was rejected," he said with some bitterness in his voice, "I had brought up how my car wasn't working, and she offered to try to fix it."

"Hmm," I said, not sure if I should feel better or worse that my latest job was in danger because my employer was trying to score points with the girl he just met rather than him just hiring someone else. "How is she doing?"

"It's… hard to say." He said as he gestured awkwardly. "She seems to know what she's doing, but she keeps asking for really weird tools. I had to call all the friends I know with tool boxes," He gestured to the small crowd around the car "but even then we can't provide half the things she asked for."

"Minions!" A female voice suddenly shouted from underneath the car. "I need a 3 ¾ centi-cubit hexagonal sprocket wrench!"

"Yes Mistress!" the group of men replied as one, and they started rifling through their respective tool boxes and belts.

I arched an eyebrow at this, at both the request and the men's response. That certainly wasn't a standard tool, and even with my limited knowledge of modern automotives, I was pretty such that no car made today would have any part that would demand the use of such a sprocket wrench. My curiosity peaked, I reached into my own tool box and Traced the requested wrench. It was unusual, but I had enough experience with tools to imagine the correct portions in my mind. I knelt down next to the legs and held it out under the car. "Is this what you're looking for?"

An unseen hand took the tool from mine and a moment later the female voice said "Yes, perfect!" There was the sound of metal on metal as the tool was put to use. On what I had no idea, though. "Your voice sounds new. Did Rokuro-san finally call someone with a decent tool set?"

"I should hope so," I replied dryly. "I'm the repair man he originally hired for the job."

The woman's legs stiffened for a moment before she said "Oh! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to steal your work; I just wanted to pay Rokuro-san back for lunch." With that she slid herself out from under the car and stood up in front of me.

The woman was of average height, with long, strawberry blonde hair and a pair of round glasses on her face. She was wearing brown work pants and a tan shirt with the sleeves rolled up, though those were the most normal parts of her attire. Over the shirt she was wearing what appeared to be a thick, green tank top, if tank top normally had a number of belt buckles attached. In addition to the green worker's gloves, she also had a small work apron with a number of criss-crossing tool belts at her waist. All of these cloths covered a figure that was quite curvy at the hips and bust in a most pleasing manner.

When she looked into my eyes she suddenly went stiff for a moment, eyes becoming a bit wider and her breath catching slightly. "Hello," she said, with a slightly uncertain and curious tone in her voice. "My name's Agatha."

She didn't need to tell me her name, as I recognized her from Matsu's files the moment I saw her. Agatha, Sekirei number 68, one of the four brain types in the Sekirei Plan. However, her powers were markedly different than the other three in her category. Rather than having the ability to interface with electronic devices, Agatha displayed an almost supernatural aptitude with mechanics, creating devices which baffled even the top MBI scientist. The file also mentioned some brief tests to see if she displayed the same skill with biology, but the results of the tests were expunged from the file with a frantic note that she should never be allowed to tamper with biology again or she'll become a threat to the Sekirei Plan (and maybe humanity in general). As it was, the limits of her ability were unknown.

At the moment though, I was less concerned with abilities of the Sekirei of the in front of me than I was with if I was going to have to bring another Sekirei home to meet the flock. Since it had happened to me enough times before, I was able to see the signs of her reacting. However, her symptoms were far more subdued than the reaction I usually caused. Not only that, she seemed more interested in analyzing me than shoving her tongue down my throat. Erring on the side of politeness, I bowed slightly and said. "Greetings Agatha-san. I'm Shirou Emiya."

She continued to eyeball me from head to toe for a moment before her gaze settled on my waist. "Nice tool belt." She said. "Tell you what: I still want to pay Rokuro-san back, so how about the two of us work together on this and you get paid as normal. Is that acceptable?" She asked this of both my employer and myself.

After some brief negotiations, I found myself under the car with Agatha, looking at some rather bizarre looking machinery. Undeterred, I put my hand on the metal above me and quietly incanted.

"Structural Analysis."

I suddenly felt myself go cross eyed by the sudden influx of conflicting information. I considered myself a pretty good mechanic all things considered, but half of the things my spell reported back didn't have a discernible purpose, and the other half broke several rules of physics! %150 efficiency? Negative electrical resistance in some of the electronic components? And was that radioactive Cobalt?

"I… wha.. How did this car ever run to begin with?" I exclaimed. "No wonder you've been having problems with this, the person who designed it was obviously crazy!"

Though it was a little dark under the car, I could still see Agatha faintly blush at the comment. "Ah… well, actually, most of what you see are modifications I've made."

I blinked in surprise as I looked at her. "What the hell was wrong with it that you had to do all this?"

"Broken fuel line." She replied.

I gave her a flat look. "A broken fuel line required you to do all this." I said in a tone that matched my expression.

She rubbed the back her head sheepishly. "Well, you know how it is, you start with the fuel line, but then you think that it could be improved with a pair of galvanic relays, and that of course leads in to adding etheric condensers for stability, and you can't have condensers without a set of thermobaric transformers, and that of course leads too-" Agatha continued on for a good while, listing of numerous devices and concepts which I'm pretty sure were ether debunked by science or just adhered to a set of physical laws that belonged in a different universe.

Finally snapping out of my technobabble induced stupor, I said "You know what, seeing as hoe extensively you… modified the car, I think it would be faster if you took the lead and I helped you."

"Ah!" She said "Ok! Well, the last thing I was doing was trying to get the hydraulic lifters working, but I'm having trouble getting enough power where it's needed."

I hesitantly reached out and touched the components she was pointing to, softly incanting "Structural Analysis" again. Rather than analyzing the whole car, limited my od to just the few relevant components. This was much easier on my head, and I found that if I ignore all of my common sense that told me what I was looking at was impossible, I could understand how this worked, at least in part. "Hmm…" I said after a moment's thought. "Well, what if you bypassed this thing here, and connected it directly to the dynamo here? You could compensate for the strain by using auxiliary tubing here and here." I said, gesturing to several things of which I only had a vague idea of what they did.

Amazingly, she took my suggestion seriously and said "Yes! That will give me the torque I need without killing everyone! But I'm going to need a powerful drill to put the rivet holes straight into the engine block to support the new configuration…"

"I think I could handle that." I said. I reached into my toolbox again, and this time I traced a hand-cranked drill with an industrial diamond tip. I placed it where she indicated and, Reinforcing myself just a little bit, I began making the hole. It probably wasn't a good idea to use my abilities in front of her in such a manner, but I figured I was doing it subtly enough that she wouldn't suspect anything.

She blinked in surprise for a moment before a grin split her face. "That's amazing! Where do get all those wonderful tools? No, never mind, you can tell me later. Right now there's work to do! And with you helping, I can do it in half the time!"

With that, the two of us got to work, with her designing and directing, and with me providing the muscle and tools with strange specifications. Still, Agatha also enlisted the help of the various other men (or minions as she was fond of calling them) to carry or hold things while the two of us were busy. If someone knew she was a Sekirei and saw the scene unfolding before them, they probably would have thought that Agatha had some sort of mind control power with the way they hung of her every word and called her 'Mistress'. I, however, knew better and was sure that their behavior had more to do with the fact that they were all young, intelligent men and she was young, brilliant, incredibly voluptuous woman whose enthusiasm was positively infectious. I have to admit even I was getting excited when we finally finished an hour later.

Agatha and I were in the driver and passenger seat respectively when she turned the ignition key. I wasn't entirely sure what was going to happen as I was only able to understand parts of what she did and not the whole things. Still, at most I was expecting the car to be simply supped up and give a high performance.

What I did not expect was for the wheels to pop out of their sockets, attached to huge hydraulic limbs no less, and place themselves flat on the ground as the car lifted itself six feet in the air!

"It lives! IT LIVES!" Agatha yelled in joy as the walking car took its first few steps out into the street.

Through my shock at this whole unexpected turn of events, I managed to say. "Umm, doesn't turning it into a walker severely reduce its speed?"

"Nonsense!" She replied. "This baby can go 70 kph, which is plenty of speed for city driving. Observe!" And with that, she put the accelerator pedal to the floor and the walker was off like a shot down the street, entering a gallop like some kind of mechanical horse.

As we turned right at the first intersection, both of us were screaming, though I suspect for different reasons. She was screaming out of joy. I was screaming because I was in some kind of mechanical abomination that was barreling straight into traffic. However, rather than tripping on the cars in front of us, our vehicle managed to deftly side step around them. "By converting the vehicle from a wheel based to a leg based mode of movement, we gain the ability to walk over traffic jams entirely!" Agatha said as we turned down an alleyway. Noticing that there was a fence between us and the next road, she continued. "Now, BEHOLD!"

With that she pulled a lever next to her, and a god damn pair of laser beams shot out the front of the car! They struck the fence and easily blew it to pieces. "Death rays installed in the headlights!" she exalted. "With these, NO ONE SHALL EVER CUT ME OF AGAIN!" It seems at some point she forgot that she wasn't building the car for herself.

We came to a stop in a parking spot (which was already taken, we just parked over the other vehicle) on the next street, me looking straight forward and holding onto my seat with a death grip. I saw out of the corner of my eye Agatha turning to face me. "AND WITH YOU AT MY SIDE, THERE IS NO LIMIT TO WHAT WE COULD BUILD!" Turning to face her, I saw that her face was completely flushed, her eyes were wide, and her chest was heaving up and down in a way that was most distracting. Before I could realize that those were the symptoms I usually caused in a Sekirei reacting to me, she jumped on top of me and mashed her lips against mine.

Along with the sensation of her soft lips, I felt the familiar sense of a small amount of my od being drained. As expected, a pair of wing erupted from her back yellowish orange in color and almost having a metallic sheen to them, as if they were made out of brass. They were apparently quite strong too as they ended up going through the roof of the car.

For a long moment after the wings faded she lay on top of me, our lips touching and her curvaceous body pressed against mine. Eventually she broke the kiss, pulling back slightly to look me in the eyes. "Together we will build the future," she said in a soft voice. "Forever and ever."

It was at this point she seemed to realize just how suddenly she had jumped on me, and pulled back with a slightly embarrassed look on her face. "Sorry. I'm usually not so forward. It's just… I should probably explain."

"No need." I said, causing her to arch an eyebrow. "I'm already an Ashikabi, and I figured you were reacting to me when you first saw me."

"Oh! Well, that makes things much simpler then." She said cheerfully. She then frowned in thought. "Hmm, other Sekirei…" she said, as if not quite sure how to feel about it.

"You know, we should probably get this back to Okajima-san's house." I said, snapping her out of her thoughts. "We still have a little repair work to do before we're done." I pointed at the roof.

"Eh?" she said, following my finger up to the two holes in the roof which her winging had caused. "Oops!" she exclaimed, her blush intensifying.

As we made our way back to the house (at a much slower pace this time), we end up talking and getting to know each other better when the topic of hobbies was brought up. "So your real passion is cooking?" she said, sounding a little disappointed that it wasn't mechanics like herself.

"Repair work is my job and I'm good at it, but cooking is what I really love to do." I confirmed.

She thought about for a moment before nodding to herself. "Well, I am a big lover of food myself. And a good cook in capable of magic in my opinion." She decided she was able to live with my preferences. She then sighed to herself. "I'm terrible at cooking. You'd thing being able to build a death ray out of a smoke detector, a vacuum cleaner and pizza box would be able to give me some talent at it, but no." She said. She then perked up a little. "Although, I do have some ideas for a coffee machine…"

**Side Story**

Rokoru sighed as he watched Agatha and the repairman walk away, indignant that Emiya-san got the girl just because he had mechanical skill. Roukoru never really excelled in any particular field in college, and things were shaping up so that he'd probably end up a generic salaryman when his time in education ended.

On the other hand, the day wasn't a total waste. Thanks to that pair, he now had a car that could walk over traffic and shoot laser beams. He looked at his car with a smile as he envisioned himself driving through the street with impunity, blasting all who got in his way.

His revelry was sort lived however, as a few moments later another young woman sudden appeared out of nowhere, slid across the hood of his car and crouched down behind it next to him. Rokoru was only allowed a brief moment of confusion before a bolt of lightning struck his car, lighting it on fire and throwing him down to the down to the ground next to the woman. "My car!" he wailed, his dreams of exacting death ray based vengeance on all who opposed him going up in smoke.

"Oy, quit whining, you little bitch." The woman next to him said. Turning his head to look at her, he saw she was a lithe woman with maroon hair and a tribal tattoo on her right shoulder. She was wearing a rather small black tank top and an even smaller pair of denim shorts. These took a backseat though to the pair of silver hand guns she was holding, one of which she was currently firing over the hood of the car in the direction she came from. "I've had to deal with these assholes shooting lightning at me all day."

Nervously looking over the hood of his now ruined car, Rokuro saw a pair of scantily clad women (most likely sisters by appearance) with lightning arcing up and down their hands. "Yes!" one of them said. "We finally found another unwinged. We should be able to take care of her in no time."

"Tch," the woman with guns said as she reloaded behind the ruined car. "Yeah, maybe if you were a better shot you would have hit me with one of those fancy lightning bolts by now." She turned to Rokoru saying "Hey you-", but the moment she laid eyes on him whatever she said was forgotten. Her eyes went wide and the slightest blush crossed her face. "You got to be fucking kidding me," she muttered. "This loser looking guy is my Ashikabi?"

"Umm, what?" Rokoru had no idea what was going on and was scared for his life, so he let the offhand insult slide for the moment. "What the hell are you talking about?"

The woman went to answer him, but was cut off by another bolt of lightning striking the car. She gave an exasperated sigh. "Looks like there's no helping it. I'm going to need you if I want out of this one." Before Rokuro could say anything, she grabbed him by the collar (an act that made him very nervous as she still had a gun in that hand) and pulled him close. "Number 92, Revy." Without further delay, she kissed him.

Things continued to get even weirder for Rokuro as right after she did, a pair of glowing, brass colored wings erupted from her back. Looking closer, he could swear that the individual feathers of the wings were made out of bullets.

When she broke the kiss, he managed to mutter out "Rokuro Okajima". Hey, he may have unexpectedly found himself in a life or death situation, but that's no reason to be rude to someone who just introduced themselves. Through his stupor, he barely managed to hear the other pair of women say "Wait, was that a winging light?" and "Naw, couldn't have been."

"Eh? What kind of a name is that?" The newly named Revy replied. "I'm not going to remember it, so I'm just going to call you Rock." Revy tightened her grip on his shirt. "Now give me another one so I can finish these bitches off."

She pulled him in for another kiss, the wings of light (and bullets) reappearing from her back. She rose from behind the car, the wings just adding to the image that she was some kind of valkyrie from on high who had come down to reap bloody vengeance on all who stood against her. The batshit crazy grin on her face didn't hurt ether. She then incanted her battle hymn.

By the Guns of my Pledge,

Shoot down all who oppose my Ashikabi.

Whitman Fever!