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Minato's mother was sweating like a dog, all in the car with the windows rolled up and a muzzle on.

Seo, the one with the twins with the big and small sweater twins, says she asked him to drive, and to hog tie and muzzle her because she might hurt someone if they didn't.

I believe him, I've knocked up this woman. Twice.

Seo's the one who knocked on the door and totally deflated my epic moment. I had the whole powermad power thing going…somewhere, then 'knock-knock' mood and concentration gone.

He comes in, says that Minato's mother is waiting for us in the car.

Us. Everyone tried to figure out 'us' too much. Seo looked at everyone but said 'us' not 'you' or 'you all.'

Likewise, the only thing she, Minato's mom, told them when she knocked on their door was 'I'm too mad to travel, drive me to Izuma Inn, I'm going to kill them.' She may have said it seriously or semi-seriously. (I'm guessing the part about restraining her came after they got to the car.)

The lightning twins often looked ashamed when escorting Seo, but now they look almost timid. One of them turns away when I catch her eye and the other holds her hand.

I do what is only right.

"So, Seo, these two are a lot more obedient now, I'll bet."

I can taste my own grin. It's delicious, like meat on a bone that's just a little too big for my mouth.

He doesn't say something that gets him punched. He frowns at me like he wants to fight and even puffs out as his twins get closer together behind him.

Minato looks even more ready to fight, which is kind of striking in context.

"Let my mother out." He says, glaring at me, but I suppose speaking to Seo.

"Wait just a moment, please."

Miya managed to sneak up on us. She's no stronger than any of them anymore either, but she still carries herself like she is.

"Miya! But, where's Ku?"

Minato's back in nanny mode. Good.

He's so caring. Handsome when he's caring.

"She's asleep, Minato."

Landlady looks at me.

"I hope we don't wake her."

That does it.

I point my hand at the car, then make a fist. I imagine the car transforming into an interrogation chair. The extra parts of the car compact around her. Minato's mother doesn't get a scratch, but she does have more thorough restraints.

Well there it is.

I look at my hand and it's shaking. I feel like I haven't eaten in days. Really. My stomach is suddenly so empty I cringe in pain. I try to hide it, I hope I just look like I'm raging.

Still. There it is. I'm officially god-like.

"So, do we call you Minamura or Homonaka?"

Minato must have rushed over and undone the mouth binds (hell if I know how they worked) while I was staring down Miya, who is hiding her fear very well but not completely.

I look at my not wife and still son and then the slack jawed neighbors across the street. I ask them to go back inside, nicely, because I'm amused that incredulous neighbors don't show up more often. To my even greater amusement the rest of them start to shuffle about, looking at each other unsure of whether to listen to me.

"Should I even give you a name?"

Minato's mother and I look at each other. I can't figure her out, or myself. I keep glancing at Minato. My stomach is still howling and my chest is throbbing on both sides. I close my eyes, take a deep breath and square my shoulders.

"Everyone, if you haven't already figured it out, this isn't Homura. I still can't fully explain what happened, but I think that Homura and…Minaka, head of MBI, merged and that, at that moment, all the Sekireis' powers collected inside one or both of them"

Now she's the one hiding her fear very well.

"But…none of the Sekirei could do anything like what we just saw. More than that, I still can't be certain that depression will be the only side effect to Sekirei becoming human."

"We…we are…truly…"

Tsukiumi sounds like she looks and she looks ready to cry, maybe even faint.

"The data is still inconclusive, but there we think there's a difference between a Sekirei without powers and a human…and we all seem more like the later."

Matsu wasn't bothering to hide how uneasy she was with the whole situation. Her glasses had started to slide down as she spoke, and she made no move to push them back up.

I remember how mad I was when she…no, not escaped…she went AWOL.

"That's a shame, we could all probably have our answers by now but…you're not as smart as you used to be, are you?"

I try a different smile this time, more menacing, more 'you're the one who gets messed with NOW.' Still, I feel it in my voice, that I was partly, but sincerely, sad for what I was saying.

Matsu shakes, touches her glasses then tosses them to Minato and rushes me in the same movement. She's like a wild animal, hands in claws, screaming through her teeth more than her throat. I was still deciding how to react when I saw that she'd been restrained. Miya wrapping her arms under Matsu's first, then the others follow suit as Miya, the great Miya, struggled.

"Go ahead and finish untying her, Minato, I think we all know where things stand now." He does and helps her up. He looks so gentle and concerned, if still a little over-afraid of his mother.

"S-sir?"

Well, it's the badboy vagabond. Seo looks almost as conflicted as I am. He's half threatening half begging. I'm entirely too hungry and angry to care which. I just look at him.

"Sir. If…if anything happens to my Sekirei-"

"Seo! Shutupyouidiot!"

The bustier one hits him upside the head, the other covers his mouth.

"Let him go."

They both release him as automatically as a sneeze. He almost falls over. I almost kill him, but I can't decide how and lose the impulse.

I look at my hand and clench it to stop the trembling. It makes my stomach worse. I want to scream it out: 'All of you! Fight to the death!'

I want to but I don't. I want to tell them not to worry, that I'll make sure they get their wings back, and I do.

They look all kinds of things, but not thankful, not even hopeful.

"I'm flying as blind as you all are. I-I-I-"

I have to clutch my stomach, but I'm able to look angry rather than hurt.

"I…if I can do new things, I might be able to do anything, and I think-"

And I think and I think and I think, feeling all the hunger and anger turn into something else. I think of an idea.

"The first thing we're going to try is something you should all enjoy."

I'm totally making this up. I have no idea what I'm doing, but I point one finger at Minato, the other at Matsu. Stabbing out from each hand, they feel like guns and they feel like erections.

"Matsu, we need your smarts most of all, so you get to go first."

She looks frightened, I turn to Minato, he looks the same, but not for long.

Nothing comes out, no fire, no lasers, no flower petals. They all look from him to me, worried, more worried, then confused.

Nothing's coming out, but I know it's working. Minato knows who knows what. Ha.

I laugh the way Minaka used to, but better, I take my pointing fingers down and look at Minato, looking at his feet, breathing heavily. He has something very noticeable under his clothes. I stop laughing but keep smiling as Minato walks over to Matsu, puts one hand on her waist, one behind her neck, and whispers in her ear.

Her face turns a deep, nasty red.

[]

I woke up asleep in bed.

I can remember fainting around the time I saw Matsu's 'careful what you wish for face' but only as much as I can wakeup asleep. There's music in my ears but no headphones. I know I'm the only one who can hear it, somehow. I clear my throat and hear it, so at least I know it's not all I can hear, which is good, because I don't feel like dancing.

Ouch.

What I feel like is eating the world, only moreso.

I turn off the music with a thought (I'm in no mood to dance through fog machines in long black dresses) as the door opens.

Miya walks in with a tray of food and my stomach screams.

She hears it and almost drops the tray in fright.

I just sit up to double over in pain.

Miya composes herself nicely, as usual.

"So you are mortal, or at least your stomach is."

"ARGH! Shietesskreeap!"

That's all I can manage as a witty retort. I've always wanted Miya, and not just because she was Sekirei 01. I know there are other reasons and those reasons make me think of her late husband, which makes some half of me hate all of me.

"Damn…" I mutter, and my body turns feminine.

There's a flash of recognition, then pity on Miya's face. I don't look like a woman version of Homura, though I got pretty close a few times. I wish I were the man version again, I wish that food was in my belly already. I wish I were dead.

"Hom…h-here, eat this."

It's agony not to shovel it in with my bare hands, but I manage to eat civilized, only choking once or twice.

"Thank you, may I have some more please?"

I bow because I can't bare to look at her. I also can't bear to hear the sound of my voice.

"That…depends."

This woman could have single handedly defeated armies not too long ago, and that made her brave and conscious rather than bold.

I know I'll do anything for food right now, anything that will keep me from demolishing this entire house and making a sandwich out of the city's grocery stores.

I grab my stomach and moan as it lets out another scream, still a scream, not a growl, like a tiger eaten alive by a thousand bags of slime. I can feel tears.

"Please…'master'…please undo what you've done to Mr. Minato."

She DID just call me what I think she did, didn't she?

I look at her, teeth clenched together so hard I can almost feel my eyes bulge.

"What did you-"

"We are beginning to understand the situation, slowly, and so 'slowly' is how we must proceed. What you did to Minato, it is…too fast."

Miya looks away from me.

"Did it work?"

I mean to sound desperate, but I sound threatening.

"Yes."

Joy trumps starvation for a few moments.

I move to grab Miya by the shoulders, happily, excited but eager to smile, really, but she jumps back like I was going to tear her throat out.

"Please!"

There's a crack in her voice, but mostly in my body as I fall forward. The feeling of breasts receding, is death terrible, death awesome.

"Fool. If it worked then he can…he…he can be the KEY!"

I clutch my stomach again. I'm going to eat her. I'm going to let lose this tiger and tear the flesh from her bones with my teeth.

"NO! After…last night…this morning…Minato is in the cellar…tied up."

The impulse to say something vulgar and too predictable is intense but brief.

"Where. Is. Matsu."

"She's in her room. She's only-she has samples. She's only be running tests since this morning."

I imagine her finding a solution. I imagine her under my solution, her and Minato, her under-

My stomach howls. I howl. I curl into a ball.

"F-F-FINE! Feed me and I'll free him."

"M-Master," the word makes her sound a quarter as pained as I am. Good, if it hurt her mouth like my stomach hurts it would kill her. She wants to argue again.

"I swear…I SWEAR, feed me and I'll take the power out of Minato."

[]

They, Miya and Uzume, take me down to Minato. He's tied tight and rock hard, eyes bulging at me, but mostly at Miya and Uzume.

So there it is, I can turn a man into an animal, no, into a maniac. I ate everything in the kitchen and frankly was ready to go into the cellar and just start eating things there while ignoring Minato. I'm still a little hungry, but mostly I'm a god again. The feeling of omnipotence, or close enough to it, is like a high and a pain at the same time.

Enough of this inner back and forth Bull and ship, I think I can turn him back, get the beast out of him, whatever, with a snap of my fingers, I think I can, and I can.

Miya is certain that he is cured even before I am, and rushes to untie him. Hell, she's actually hugging him. Wait.

"Miya, did you two-"

Uzume glares at me, Miya's whole body clenches, but Minato…my-

Can't think about that.

Nope.

Can't not.

My son, the son of half of me, but hell, a quarter is more than I deserve, he looks at me with finality. I know that, in his mind, his father, his friend, whatever I am, they're all as good as dead to him.

I try to fight back my love, but it's romantic and parental this time and it hurts almost like the hunger, probably just as bad, only not in any place I can focus on. I can see heat lines in the cellar and I run out into the back yard.

I'm female by the time I get there. The fresh air helps what feels like a burning layer of sweat. It turns to ice. That cracks. The lawn crackles with electricity under my hands but the electricity doesn't spread like I want it to, exploding every light in the city, on the planet. I just get a lump of burnt sod in each fist.

A footstep lands next to me with purpose. Another one on the other side, another one behind me. I recognize Tsukiumi's shoes, Musubi's, and I assume Kazehana behind me.

Tsukiumi is the first to speak. She sounds like Minato looked.

"Get up."

I do, thinking of ways to cripple them, break them to my will, and trying not to.

"Miya said we should refer to him as 'teacher'…or 'master.'"

Kazehana has never sounded so meek. Wait, yes she has.

I want to taunt her, torture her with the fact that she once confessed her love to me, ME, the evil genius.

"Musubi!"

Tsukiumi is warning her? No. Commanding her. The former water warrior gets my arms behind me in a crude lock.

Musubi punches me in the face.

Wow. I forget that I'm anything but human. I think even Tsukiumi is surprised, she drops me so fast.

I put my hand over my nose and upper lip. I've never bled so much in my life. I'm not sure which one of them kicks me in the ribs, but it makes me want to throw up.

I don't.

I get up.