The next morning, Tobias did his normal morning rituals and, out of curiosity, checked his Trojan horses in the Initiative systems. Aside from some normal mission reports, experiment data, and inventory on things like weapons in the base, three things caught his eye. First was the fact that, according to these logs, the government organization was pulling in more demons than ever before. They were quickly running out of space to put them all and, in some instances, were storing three or four demons in some cells instead of the standard one per. What the hell was Adam up to, and why was he sending his army to get captured? There wasn't even a fatality report besides one or two, and sharp increase in injuries, but otherwise nothing telling.

The second thing actually caught his attention there, since one of the mission reports mentioned Graham, one of Riley's friends and one of the few guy he could remember being decent, if not friendly, to him and Buffy during their brief stint in the Initiatives ranks. Because of that, he noticed a report with Graham being mentioned as an injured party during patrol last night. A medical report attached to it listed some cuts that required stitches, some bruised or fractured bones, and mild concussion, but the demon that had attack him and his squad had escaped. The list of details; claws, fangs, fur covering most of its body, ran on all fours with distinctly canine growls, made Tobias frown a little. This was another new demon, and it sounded suspiciously like a werewolf. Glancing at the time that the attack had taken place though, he dismissed it as Oz. It had happened nearly ten minutes after Maya and Justin had left from spying on him and Willow, which according to where the attack had taken place, made it impossible for it to be the ginger.

Add in the control to his transformations, he assumed it was either a new werewolf in town, which he doubted, or something else that crawled out of the woodwork in this evil ridden town. Seriously, the place spat out new types of demonic beings like clockwork. Either way, according to the report Graham was stable. Frankly, in the grand scheme of things, it was really just a curiosity than anything important.

The third thing, however, he devoted more attention to. It seemed the bigwigs that really ran the Initiative had appointed a new head, Colonel McNamara. He couldn't find a first name and didn't really care, but a brief look at his service record (both public and a few slightly classified ones) did not make the teen happy. The man was a military career, good soldier and decent commander, but he was also strict about protocol and following orders. Reading between the lines revealed he was also a complete hard ass with an "us or them" attitude and mentality. You either did what he said when he said or you were in his way. He was going to be annoying if he turned his attention towards himself or Buffy for whatever stupid reason military types liked to pick.

After that, he took a look at Tara and Willow's schedule, which according to them, they both had some time free right now before a few hours of classes. Leaning back and biting his lip, he debated which one to go to first. Tara was likely hurting badly, but he couldn't give her anything but empty reassurances and possibly false hope without speaking to the redhead. He decided to go to her first, but as soon as he could, he was going to the blonde to talk and, if necessary, listen.

So after breakfast, he told the family he was going to see Willow this morning. Kazehana and Yahan just gave him a kiss and told him to pass along their "hello" to her. They were planning to have a girl's day out and enjoy the sunny weather. Justin just nodded before going off to do his own thing, which Tobias suspected was study more of those books he'd gotten from that magic store a long time back. They'd been disappearing lately, not that he minded. Maya just gave him a halfhearted kiss on the cheek and small glare. He guessed she was still sulking about being banned from the Bronze and retaliated by vigorously rubbing her head, making her hair look like she'd just rolled out of bed. Her cry of "DAD!" made him and the girl's laugh before he hugged her close. The warm feeling in his chest wasn't the kind of love he had for the girl's, but it was no less powerful and comfortable as he kissed the top of her head and left, leaving her mollified and trying to get her hair back under control, the girl's still chuckling. He ran over to campus, noticing that his speed, while not normal, was at least better than before. That training room was definitely helping keep him and the girl's in shape. He stopped a ten minute walk away from Sunnydale University and jogged the rest of the way. Outside their dorm, he checked Buffy's room, seeing that she and Willow were in.

He took a breath. "Ok, let's see what happens." With that, he headed inside, up to their floor, and knocked quickly on the door. After a second, it opened and Buffy's head poked out.

"Tobias, hey." She said, opening the door more and looking a little surprised. "Uh, what are you doing here?"

"Uh, checking on you guys." He replied, scratching the back of his neck. "Can I, uh, come in?"

She debated it for a second before sighing. "You're a little too concerned when it comes to your friends aren't you?"

He gave a small snort. "If you think I'm bad, remind me to tell you about another friend called Percy Jackson and then you can call me overly concerned."

She looked interested but opened the door and let him in. He saw that Willow was awake, curled up in bed underneath a colorful blanket and hugging a stuffed animal to her chest. She had a few dark bags under her eyes from lack of sleep, but otherwise looked healthy if a little...adrift, like she wasn't quite aware of the world around her as she contemplated deep thoughts. He noticed this and wondered what was going through her mind as she looked at him.

"Hey Tobias." She greeted, not even sounding like her usual energetic self but like thinking was requiring all her attention and she was just sparing enough to talk to him.

"Hey." He said with a smile as Buffy sat down on her bed while he made a chair. "Thought I'd stop by, see how you were doing with...everything." He gave a vague wave to encompass the room.

She smiled weakly. "I'm doing...ok."

He leaned back. "Hmm. Are you sure? You don't look like yourself, you look like me when I'm over thinking and blaming myself for something. Doesn't suit you. Something happen last night with Oz?" He noticed Buffy looked just as interested as himself. The redhead started running her fingers through the fur of the stuffed animal she was holding, gathering herself slowly while the others patiently gave her time. Some time.

"I was with him all night."

Buffy raised her eyebrows while Tobias didn't react, just observing.

"All night?" She asked with a grin. "Oh my god." She bounced over to Willow's bed and sat on it. "Wait. Last night was a wolf moon, right?" She asked.

"Yup." She said,

"Either you're about to tell me something incredibly kinky, or-"

Tobias fake gasped and grabbed his chest. "Buffy! When did you get so bold? Then again, there was that thing with the Gentleman and the-" She punched his knee, hard, shutting him up. "Ow! That actually hurt!" He said, rubbing the spot she hit.

Willow smiled weakly, looking amused. "No kink. He didn't change, Buffy." That got the blonde attention. "He said he was gonna find a cure, and he did. In Tibet."

Tobias lifted an eyebrow. He had a feeling monks were involved if he went to Tibet. And some meditation, Tibetan monks were very big on meditating. He even knew a few that he'd gotten some tips from on his travels about clearing his mind.

"Oh my god. I can't believe it." Buffy smiled, but paused when the redhead didn't look as excited as her. "Okay, I'm all with the woo-hoo here, and you're not."

"No, there's 'woo' and, and 'hoo'." She said quickly, looking hurried before turning serious again. "But there's "uh-oh," and..."Why now?" And... It's complicated." She trailed off.

Tobias sat up slightly. Neither girl's noticed, only looking at each other. Well, Buffy was looking at Willow in concern, while Willow was not meeting her eye.

"Why complicated?" The blonde asked.

Willow sighed, steeled herself, and looked at them both. "It's complicated... because of Tara."

Buffy frowned while Tobias was stopping himself from saying anything until it clicked. "You mean Tara has a crush on Oz? No…" she trailed off, right before her eyes widened. "Oh!"

SMACK!

They both jumped at the handclap while Tobias sighed. "Finally! I thought nobody was going to notice this until somebody slapped you both and pointed it out." He rubbed his forehead. "Not to mention it was really stressful."

"Wait...what...you knew?" Buffy stuttered, while Willow looked equally surprised.

"Of course I knew. Well, I knew how Tara felt, suspected Willow for a while, but it was obviously after a certain point." He replied, crossing his arms. "It wasn't hard if you're looking for the signs. Frankly I'm amazed it took this long."

"I...I was that obvious?" Willow asked softly.

"To me, yes. Others, apparently not. But I didn't say anything at the time because you needed to figure it out for yourself." He shrugged. "Pointing out you clearly like a girl as more than just friends isn't something you bring up in casual conversation."

"How long have you know?" Buffy asked, a little hurt that he had when she, Willow's best friend, hadn't.

"Tara I had this nagging feeling after that Wicca meeting I went to." He addressed Willow. "After the Gentlemen I was sure. You, it kinda snuck up on you without realizing it and was just...there, than."

The redhead blushed and buried her face into her stuffed animal. "Oh god…" she suddenly looked at him. "Do the others know?"

He nodded. "Yeah, the rest of the family did after seeing you two together. Maya thinks you're adorable as a couple."

That made the witch turn supernova while Buffy was clearly still trying to process this. "And they're...ok, with it?" The former asked.

"With you being gay or bisexual?" He asked bluntly. "Well, my daughter is apparently bisexual herself so her not being ok would make her a hypocrite. We also have several friends who are in same sex relationships, including a Sekirei pair. A human and humanoid lizard we know in Victorian England, time not place, that are married. And then we have a friend Jack that has hit on just about everything when he and Ianto aren't together. Than we have hundreds of other examples that are so much stranger and interesting, that somebody being gay doesn't even register on our weirdness radar." He took a breath. "So, yes, we're ok with you being interested in the fairer sex."

"A simple yes or no would've worked." Buffy said with a little exasperation, having snapped out of her daze by the small speech. He was good at overloading people with information so shock quickly wore off though, she'd admit that much.

"Yes, but this was so much more fun and effective." He grinned.

She snorted before looking at her redhead friend who was now staring at her a little hopefully. Buffy smiled. "It's fine. I'm glad you told us. I think Tara is a really great girl." The best friends shared wide grins between themselves while Tobias enjoyed seeing their friendship wasn't strained from this revelation. "What did you say to Oz?"

Now the redhead looked a little sad, looking away. "I was gonna tell him ... but then we started hanging out, and ... I could just feel everything coming back."

Buffy looked sympathetic and Tobias did in his own way, more intellectually than true sympathy that came from experience. He'd never had to pick between the people he loved. Before Kazehana and Yahan there hadn't been anybody that he liked romantically, and their Sekirei nature along with the bonds made it so he didn't have to pick. It was times like this he was glad their relationships didn't have jealousy and uncertainty about how they felt about each other. Not that they didn't get jealous as hell when somebody else checked them out but that was another thing entirely.

"He's Oz, you know?"

"Yeah. I know." Buffy said understandingly.

"I don't wanna hurt anyone, Buffy."

"No matter what, somebody's gonna get hurt. And the important thing is, you just have to be honest, or it's gonna be a lot worse."

Willow nodded sadly.

"Can I offer my own two cents?" Tobias asked, having looked away during the exchange between the witch and Slayer. The former looked at him, curiosity clear before she nodded again. He ran a hand through his hair. "Ok, I'm going to be the first to tell you I was crap at romantic relationships. The only two actual girlfriends I've had are the girl's, and that's only because of the fact they were Sekirei and fought to have the relationship every step of the way regardless of how I pushed them away. But…" He leaned forward, fingers interlocked. "Don't pick a person because you feel obligated to. Pick who truly and completely makes you happy. Only you can actually tell yourself who that is and how you want your life to turn out. So, as clichéd and overused as this line is, follow your heart. And as Buffy said, be honest."

The redhead didn't seem to find it clichéd, she just looked away thoughtfully before meeting his eyes again.

"Thanks." She said softly before getting gleam in her eye. "You should consider being a counselor or psychologist."

"I'm a functionally insane universe jumping time traveler with an evil personality in my head, two alien girlfriends/wives, plus two hybrid children that haven't even been born yet. Oh, and enough mental problems that it would send a symposium of mental health experts either running away screaming or cause a psychotic break from reality." He said so dryly it felt like his mouth dried out. "The day I try to help shape and heal a large number of minds is the day the world truly does end. I'm serious, there's even a prophecy written about it on our bathroom mirror in steam."

Both girls laughed, Willow a little softer than Buffy. He chuckled too before standing up. "Anyways, I just dropped by to make sure everything was ok, say hello. Oh, and the girl's pass along a hello too." He added. "So...yeah, I guess I'll just go now." He finished a little awkwardly, pointing at the door before heading to it. He kinda wanted to ask exactly what Willow and her ex had talked about all night, but didn't dare cross that line.

"Hey Tobias."

He stopped with his hand on the doorknob and looked curiously at the redhead.

"Oz asked about you. But I didn't tell him anything...private." She said softly.

He stared at her for a second before nodding. It was slow and firm, showing all of his appreciation at her respecting their boundaries and privacy, not giving away things that weren't hers. "Thank you Willow. Truly." He gave her a warm smile before opening the door and stepping out into the hall.

Maybe, just maybe, she'd get through this whirlwind of drama. And hopefully be stronger for it.

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Tobias wasn't the only one meeting people though the other was of a decidedly more sinister nature.

Spike was laying peacefully on the stone casket in the tomb where he made his home under a fairly ragged brown blanket. While most people would find the disrespectful nature of his bed and the stone uncomfortable, the blonde vampire just took it in stride. It's not like he hadn't slept in worse places. Or done worse thing.

He was stirred from his sleep by the sounds of the door to his crypt opening, followed heavy footsteps coming towards him. He didn't react, a trick to lull the intruder into a false sense of security while they got close enough to strike. After a few seconds, the footsteps stopped right next to his bed. He sensed rather than saw something reaching for his head, which he instantly shot out a hand and grabbed. Thick muscles, rough skin, and putting some strength into his grip, durable feeling.

He smirked, not opening his eyes. "From the sound of those massive mud flaps,

I'd peg you as a demon. Which means you're in for a world of…" He opened his eyes to see something even HE had never encountered in his long life. Two eyes, one brown and the other red, half human skin and half green demon, with a metallic plate on the demon side. He'd never seen him before, but this could only be Adam and he made the bravado drain into his shoes. This guy had taken the Slayer and walked away. Combined with his followers, and Spike suspected if it could, his heart would be pounding. "Pain."

He instantly threw off the blanket and rolled off the makeshift bed, putting some distance between him and the demonic cyborg. Instead of pursuing, Adam just watched curiously as Spike stopped roughly one foot six inches away.

"Spike, I want you to come with me." He said.

"Do you?" He straightened and shrugged. "Well, let's go then." he turned around like he was about to leave before spinning back around and punching Adam in the stomach. He didn't even budge or otherwise react while the vampire shook out his hand with pained grimace. "Ow."

"Come." He took a step forward and Spike took a step back. You're going to help me with my problem.

"And why is that exactly?" He asked.

"I'm going to help you with yours."

The blonde vampire lifted an eyebrow at the statement. His curious nature was stirring.

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Tobias glared at the object in front of him with all his concentration. His eyes were boring so hardly into the material he fully expected two holes to cut through it and the next three or four houses, if not to burst into flames. After five more minutes of this, he growled and furiously rubbed his eyes, followed by grabbing his hair in frustration.

"WHAT AM I MISSING!?" He yelled at the empty apartment. There was no response which somehow irritated him more.

After going back to his apartment from Willow's coming out of the closet, he'd just killed time. He glanced through Michael Crichton's Jurassic Park and Dan Brown's The Da Vinci Code for about ten minutes each before he got bored. After that he noticed the sketchpad he hadn't touched for weeks now. Grabbing it, he went to a nearby park and did some landscaping sketches for nearly two hours. When he finished, he flipped through the other drawings, smiling slightly until he came across the blueprints of Adam he'd sketched after the adventure with Jonathan and the alternate Sunnydale. As he'd looked at them, he started to have a whisper of a nagging feeling, like a thread that was barely seen and just a millimeter out of reach. He went back home and sat on the couch, staring at the drawing with ever increasing intensity and frustration for the last half hour, until he finally needed to scream.

It was infuriating! He was missing something, he knew it! Something big, important, something that was looking him smack dab in the middle of the face right in front of him! But no matter how hard he wracked his brain, no matter what orientation he turned the picture, or himself (he'd sat on the ceiling and one of the walls for a few minutes at one point), it would… Not… CLICK! If he didn't get this, he was going to drop the "functionally" part of his "fictionally insane" label. The last time he had done that was when Dante had tricked him into agreeing to help with one of his more unstable experiments. He'd ranted in forty seven different languages for two hour afterwards, safely locked inside a dead locked sealed room to prevent himself for strangling his stepbrother. It had also been locked from the inside to keep Dante from checking on him and prolonging the temporary psychotic break. As well as committing murder in the first degree.

But that was another story. In this one, Tobias growled deep in his throat as he glared up at the ceiling. The girls were sending curiosity and concern through their bonds. He sent back reassurances that he was just irritated with himself. He took some deep long breaths, soothing his anger before scowling at his sketchbook. Ok, clearly trying to force the information to come to him wasn't going to get him anything but a lot of wasted energy and frustration. He glanced at the clock. Maybe he should go pay that visit to Tara now. He needed a distraction badly and she likely needed someone to talk to. Maybe he could catch her before her class. Sighing, he closed and set the sketchbook on the table, went out the door locking it behind him with his powers and ran over to campus before making his way to the building he recalled had the class she should be heading to now. He went in and looked down the halls for the class number before he noticed something down one of the empty ones.

Frowning, he walked towards the anomaly and saw it was some books and a couple papers, looking like someone had just dropped them there and left them. Idly wondering if someone had bullied someone else and made them run off with their stuff, he gathered the papers and looked for a name so he knew who to return these to later. He froze and stared at the writing that said Tara Maclay. Without even thinking, he fired an Air Pulse, absorbing everything that came back until he spotted something of interest. Without wasting a second, he dropped the papers and ran off in a blur, making the sheets of loose leaf paper dance and flutter to the ground with his slip stream.

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The blonde in question had not dropped her school supplies on a whim. Actually Tara had been having a rough day and a half, wrecked with uncertainty, guilt, remorse, and even loss. Yesterday she had been...happy. She'd never been a very confident person or had a lot of friends due to her gifts and other circumstances she didn't like talking about, yet somehow she had found and befriended this amazing, funny, quirky, and lovely woman that she just felt drawn to and comfortable with. She didn't have the nerve to actually talk to her until that Gentlemen incident had thrown them together, but since then there had been a spark and powerful connection between them. At first it was simple, two practitioners of magic learning and trying things together, but that grew until they were friends, privately at first, then meeting her other friends, and yesterday even being involved in their meetings. She liked them, finding each nice but she still liked Willow best. She even thought, as time had gone on and they got closer, the redhead might, maybe like her a bit...more than a friend. She'd hoped it and meant it when she had once told the redhead she was hers. Both in the way Willow had meant and others.

Then Willow's ex-boyfriend Oz came back and she just couldn't handle it. She left and tried desperately to the best of her ability not to think about it, nor about the very real possibilities now that he was back. She remembered how Willow had looked after their breakup. You don't look like that unless the person in question truly meant a lot to you and feelings like that didn't just go away. Now that he was back, he was going to try to get the redhead back. That thought made her feel like knives were plunging into her chest. She knew that if the witch got back together with the werewolf it was going to be worse, this feeling. But she didn't do anything about it. It hurt so badly knowing that their friendship might crumble if that happened, and that her own affection wouldn't be returned, but she was both a coward and wanted Willow to be happy. So she left and stayed away from Willow until today when she came by.

The normally easy chemistry had been stunted and awkward. She had been happy when Willow said she and Oz had only talked last night, but the feelings were dashed when she admitted that it had been intense and powerful. Tara had told the redhead she'd still be her friend, getting an almost stunned declaration that of course they'd still be friends. That had never been in doubt. That almost made her smile but a little upset since she knew what Oz meant to the redhead, saying so. Willow had started to tear up a little as she tried to explain she didn't even know what he meant to her anymore. Life had gotten good lately and Tara had been a big part of that. Oz had been something she wanted, but now that he was back, she wasn't sure what to do. Everything had changed and she couldn't decide what choices to make. So, heart breaking from both her pain and the pain on the redheads face, Tara brushed a strand of hair away from her face along with some tears, telling her to do what made her happy.

She left and Tara had gathered her things, heading to her next class of the day, knowing she'd done the morally right thing, but still wishing she had been selfish. But it just wasn't her. Unfortunately she had run into Oz in one of the hallways she took to class. She had tried to do some small chit chat and move on, finding his presence awkward considering what she had been thinking about his ex, but he seemed intent on getting to know her the more time that passed, sniffing the air and getting a confused look. He finally realized she smelled like Willow from their hug and asked if she was wearing her sweater. Tara tried to get away, saying she couldn't talk about this. He got angry and demanded to know if there was something to talk about, were they involved, was Willow in love with her? She had gotten scared and that feeling only worsened when he let her go. She'd seen his hands become covered with fur, the nails turning into claws. He'd looked at her with black eyes, his teeth becoming sharper and black fur growing on his face. He'd growled one word to her. Run.

Fight or flight instincts kicked in and she chose the latter, dropping her things. She wasn't sure where she was going exactly, just running as fast as she could down the halls. She could hear Oz, now fully in werewolf form she was sure, growling and chasing her. She couldn't use her magic to stop him, she was too scared and couldn't focus. When she spotted an open door to one of the class rooms, she quickly ran into it and up the rows of chairs to the back door. She tried to get through it, but it was locked and pounding at it didn't do anything. A growl made her heart leap into her throat. Turning around, she saw Oz was in the room and coming up the other way. Instead of a redhead boy, he was now covered in dark brown, almost black fur. He was few inches taller, teeth sharp and canine like with claws at the end of his hands and feet, walking almost like an ape on all fours. His coal black eyes were focused solely on her.

Moving quickly, she ran back down the stairs and towards the door she came in through, but the werewolf jumped down and landed in front of it, cutting off her only route of escape. He stalked towards her, growling lowly as she backed up in the corner of the room, grabbing the chair behind the desk at the front and holding it in front of her like a lion tamer. She almost dropped it from her hands shaking so much in fear. As Oz jumped towards her, claws outstretched and mouth open, she truly believed she was going to die.

"No you don't!"

What she did not expect was a black blur to suddenly appear in her vision, grabbing Oz by the ankle, spinning and throwing him back in the direction he had come straight into the wall. He yelped at the impact and fell on the desks below, knocking them over, but Tara was focused on Tobias who still had his right hand outstretched. Her legs gave out at the realization she wasn't dead which drew his attention, looking at her with silver eyes full of concern.

"Are you ok?" He asked, kneeling down and putting a hand on her shoulder. She nodded shakily, not trusting herself to speak. "I found your stuff and once I saw you being chased, I came as quickly as I could." He looked over his shoulder as Oz got up, shaking himself like a dog before looking back at her. "That's Oz, isn't it?" She nodded. "Great." He muttered before helping her up, legs feeling a little weak. "Stay behind me but if you see a chance, go for the door." She nodded again.

Tobias turned around as the werewolf had apparently recovered enough to stalk down the small staircase, growling. "Hey Oz." He said friendly, one arm half lifted to shield Tara. "Uh, don't know if you remember me, I was at Giles place yesterday. Kinda of a friend of the Gang. Um, look, I'm not entirely sure why you're wolfed out or chasing Tara here, but maybe we can all just calm down a little? You know, take a deep breath, maybe find you some pants, then we can all sit down and talk about this like rational people? That sound good?" He got a snarl in response as the werewolf slowly moved closer. "Ok, worth a try. Tara, can you do a calming spell, or sleep, or paralysis, something along those lines?"

She shook her head. "I-I-I can't f-focus when I-I'm nervous." She stuttered.

"This is not how I pictured today going." He grumbled. "Ok, Oz, you seem like a nice guy, and I really don't want to hurt you, so maybe we can just-"

Oz snarled and leaped at them, only for Tobias to do the same and collide in midair, sending them down in a pile of muscle, fur, and grunts as they wrestled with each other. Tobias held the werewolves arms away from him while trying to dodge the snarling snapping jaws away from his skin before getting his legs between them and pushing him away again. As Oz landed and scrambled to keep his footing, Tobias jumped up and pushed his advantage, swinging and kicking at the wolf man while avoiding the claws.

Now, why wasn't Tobias wiping the floor with Oz or simply using his powers to restrain him? One, he didn't know how much the ginger remembered when he transformed, but on the off chance he did keep a memory of this, Tobias wasn't quite ready to reveal that aspect of himself to Oz yet, plus people had the unfortunate habit of seeing things they shouldn't. So, to be on the safe side, no air bending for him. Second, he didn't really want to hurt Oz too badly, just enough that he'd calm down, so no overpowering strength to be used here. Despite those limitations, he was more worried about keeping Tara safe than himself. That may be why the werewolf scored a lucky hit and knocked him aside into the desks, making him grunt slightly from the pain while Oz went for the blonde witch. Snarling, the teen gathered his strength and tackled the werewolf again, this time wrapping one arm around his neck while driving his knee in the lower spine to keep him down. His other arm and leg were awkwardly being used to pin or restrain Oz's hands. The wolf scrambled and bucked, trying to shake off the teen while Tara quickly ran to the other side of the room.

"Damn it Oz, calm the fuck down before I do something I regret!" He yelled into his ear, trying to ignore the smell of rather ripe body odor and fur. The only sign Oz heard him was a growl and redoubled efforts to free himself. "Don't say I didn't warn you." He got off Oz, letting the wolf get up and spin around, only to meet Tobias's fist as it went the opposite way. The result was Oz spinning and dropping to the ground twitching, stunned or knocked out. "Stupid mutts. This is why I hate dealing with werewolves." He grumbled, shaking his hand before turning his attention to Tara, who had watched on silent and shaken, next to the door. "Tara, are you ok?"

She nodded slowly. "Is...Is he…"

"No, he's just knocked out. May have a hell of bruise when he wakes up, slight case of whiplash, headache, soreness, but he'll be fine." Tobias said casually, looking her over before apparently satisfied she wasn't hurt. "We need to get him out of here though, wait until he wakes up and changes back. But how are we going to smuggle him-?"

Pick whatever label you wanted. Karma, Murphy's Law, bad luck, some higher universal power getting even for a perceived slight. Whatever you called it, it chose that moment to bite Tobias in the ass. Or rather, for Oz to growl when Tobias's back was turned, get to all fours and spin around to tackle him, sinking his teeth into the black haired teen's right shoulder.

"SON OF A BITCH!" Tobias yelled in pain while Tara screamed slightly. Reacting quickly, Tobias used his left hand to punch the werewolf in the face, forcing him to let go with a yelp. He spun and grabbed a hunk of fur, punching him several times in the ribs, throat, head, and stomach before throwing him towards the desks, now well and truly knocked unconscious.

Tobias huffed heavily before wincing and pressing a hand to his shoulder to steam the blood that was flowing from it, though not as much as one would expect. Oz must not have put as much strength into his jaw as he could, likely a little dazed from the first punch that had put him down. "Huh." He grunted, looking at the wound. "You know, if it wasn't me that had to deal with it, I might find the results from this interesting. Looks like I'll be needing to find Da-" A small red dart materialized where his shoulder and neck met. He winced and pulled out the dart before looking at it. His eyes went wide, and despite the fact they were glazing over, Tara saw a deep seated fear in them before he went limp and hit the ground with a heavy thud.

"Ok, bag them both." The blonde looked as roughly six or seven men entered the room with one bolstering a gun, most of them going towards the teen and werewolf while the last, apparently the leader, stayed with her. "Are you ok?" He asked.

"W-what's going on?" She asked.

"We'll take it from here." He replied, not answering her own question but apparently taking it as a sign she was ok.

"This thing looks like it might be one of the demons that ok out Graham's guys the other night." One of the guys called as he and another lifted Oz into a body bag one produced from a backpack.

"This guy looks like he's going to need some medical attention." Another one said, looking at Tobias's shoulder before lifting his eye lid to reveal the silver colored orb. "Not sure he's human though."

The leader looked around the room, which still bore signs of the fight, and frowned. "We'll let the lab coats make ID's. If that one," He nodded at Oz as they zipped up the bag. "Took out the squad we'll put it down."

Tara felt her throat seize up. Oz may have tried to attack her, but she didn't want him killed! And who knew what these people would do with Tobias? "Y-You don't understand-d, that's-"

"Listen, we know what we're doing." The leader said firmly with slight compassion in his eyes. "You're in shock."

"But-"

"Let's move it out." The leader said. Two of the men carried one end each of the body bag holding Oz while another carried Tobias with an arm thrown over his shoulders, all exiting the room, ignoring Tara's attempts to talk with them and make them stop. Before she knew it, they were gone and she was left alone, only one idea in her head. She needed to find Willow, now.

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Tara wasn't the only one suddenly in a rush to talk to someone. Kazehana and Yahan had been having fun during their girl's day, stopping by the mall to window shop a little but not seeing anything of interest to buy before going to the movies to watch a chick flick. They had managed to charm the snack attendant into giving them a slight discount on the popcorn before settling in the middle to watch the movie. Thankfully since it was the middle of the day it was mostly empty, giving them some privacy and freedom to choose seating.

"That wasn't too bad." Yahan commented as they walked out, blinking at the bright sun.

"No, but I'm not happy with some of the plot elements. Why is it that there's ALWAYS some damsel in distress that needs some guy to save her?" Kazehana grumbled. "More often than not we're the one pulling males asses out of the fire."

"Because most of the males of this times are chauvinist and sexist." Yahan replied. "Come on, don't let it get to you. It's nice day and we just saw the movie for a laugh." She bumped shoulders with Kazehana. "I mean, can you see any of those characters needing to save us?"

The purple haired woman smirked a little. "Absolutely not."

"Then there you go. Now, where do you want to go now?"

"Hmm. Well, I'm in the mood to stop by a salon, maybe get a haircut." Kazehana ran a hand through it. "It's getting a little long. Yours is getting back to the right length though." She noted.

Yahan scowled. "I'm never going to forgive Dante for that. 'Last possible moment' my ass. He had another second before triggering that implosion." She grumbled the last sentence.

Before her sister Sekirei could respond, they both gasped and stumbled, hands going to their right shoulder as pain flared in them. It felt like something had plunged into the skin and muscle and was squeezing sharply before it just as suddenly disappeared. They both took shaken breaths, ignoring the odd looks from the other pedestrians.

"Did you just…?" Kazehana asked.

"That hurt." Yahan responded, looking extremely unsure at her hand before lifting her shift to look at her shoulder. It was unmarked in any possible way, but she still felt a phantom ache that was quickly fading. "What the hell is-?"

Another feeling slammed into them, though this time it was fear, cold, swift, and like a kick to the stomach. And this time, they could tell it was coming from their bonds with Tobias. The icy feeling gripped their hearts as the feeling from the bonds suddenly faded, like a candle snuffing itself out. They sent feelings through the bonds, fear, panic, and desperation, anything to try and get a response. The bonds weren't gone, so he wasn't dead. They'd be feeling much worse if that was the case. No, it was more like a phone that kept ringing, nobody on the other end was answering. The two looked at each other, minds racing.

"He said he was going to talk to Willow and Tara today." Kazehana remembered.

"He might still be on campus."

Without another word, they ran down the street and a nearby alley, instantly spotting a shady spot that would work. Grabbing hands, they ran through a shadow portal, leaving no trace.

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Willow stared at the same sentence she had been reading and rereading for the past few minutes before glancing at her notes, sitting on a table in the campus library next to a book she had pulled from the shelves. She was much farther behind than she'd normally be at this point, but she just couldn't concentrate on her work. Too many thoughts in her head, all of them to do with Oz and Tara, all trying to make sense of her feelings for both. It felt like somebody had taken all of her memories, feelings, and thoughts, thrown them into a blender with gravel and put it on liquefy. She felt such strong pulls with them both. Oz, familiar, dependable, intense and yet she was changed, and he was too. Did she want to try and reclaim that wonderful relationship they had shared in the past? But Tara was...comfortable. She didn't have to try with the blonde witch, they just clicked together so easily. They had so much in common, and she felt so happy to be around her. Plus she remembered that unbearably sad look on her face when she told the redhead to do what made her happy. It hurt.

She glanced at her watch. She'd been sitting here for nearly an hour, fifteen minutes since her last watch check and she hadn't even filled two pages with her notes. This was eating her up more than she thought. Taking a breath, she prepared to focus on her work, only to be distracted as she spotted one Tara enter the library and look around, a slightly panicked look on her face before she spotted her. Frowning, Willow got up, leaving her things behind, and hurried over. "What's up? You ok?"

"Oz. We were talking, and he changed. Right in front of me." The blonde said quickly.

Willow felt her stomach drop. "What? But it's daylight."

"I know, but it happened."

"Oh my god, are you ok?" She looked over the blonde quickly, but didn't see any obvious signs of injury.

She nodded. "Tobias, he, he showed up and fought Oz off, but-"

"Willow!"

The witches turned as Kazehana and Yahan ran through the entrance, the former grabbing her arms with enough strength she felt slightly uncomfortable but the intense look on both their faces drew her attention. Underneath that though, she saw they had a spark of panic.

"We've been looking everywhere for you. Have you seen Tobias?" Kazehana asked.

She shook her head. "No, but Tara has apparently."

The two Sekirei turned their attention to the blonde who looked extremely uncomfortable with the sudden attention. "When?" Yahan asked sharply.

Tara winced. "A-a while ago. O-Oz turned a-and tried to a-a-attack me, but T-Tobias showed up."

"He fought him off." Kazehana stated. She nodded. "I thought werewolves can't change during the day." She said, turning to Willow for an answer, but she shrugged helplessly. She had no idea that was even possible but apparently with his ability to not change during the full moon he could change during the day if he wanted or was stressed. "Where are they now?"

The blonde looked away. Willow didn't like that she did that, it made the sinking feeling in her stomach worse.

"T-the commandos. T-they came and t-t-took them b-both. They w-wouldn't listen to me."

Willow saw both Kazehana and Yahan freeze, pupils dilating, before they both had rage etched across their faces. She was afraid of the looks and she wasn't even the target of their ire. Combined with their features she could honestly say she felt like she was looking at the faces of two vengeful goddesses. She was too scared to notice that their eyes were slightly glowing, dimly lit from within.

"This was twenty minutes ago, wasn't it?" Yahan asked in an ice cold voice. Tara nodded shakily. The dark skinned Sekirei growled lowly. "Stupid, meddling, bastards."

"Yahan, calm down. Save the anger for later." Kazehana said, taking a deep breath herself. When she spoke, it was calmer, but the rage was clearly still boiling under the surface. She suddenly frowned. "Wait. Was Tobias injured at all during this? On his right shoulder?"

Tara blinked. "How did-"

"Tara, don't ask, just was he?"

"H-he was bitten."

Both Sekirei scowled. "Great, more complications." Kazehana ran a hand through her hair before noticing that they're talk had apparently attracted some attention from the other patrons. She glared at them with such raw emotion several turned pale before hurriedly going back to their tasks. "Right. Willow, find Buffy, and get the others together. We'll go get Maya and Justin. Meet up at Giles place."

She nodded quickly before glancing at Tara. She hesitated for a second before acting on impulse, hugging the blond tightly. "I'm glad you're ok." She said before running off to find her Slayer friend.

Kazehana and Yahan felt their anger soften at the gesture from Willow, not noticing the glow in their eyes die. Now that they looked at her closer, the blonde witch looked horribly guilty for all of this. "Tara?" The latter asked, drawing her reluctant gaze. "We don't blame you at all for this. We're just...frustrated with the situation." She said softly.

She didn't look fully convinced and looked away. "I-I'm sorry. That he g-got bit p-protecting me." She sounded upset that someone had gotten hurt, more so that it had been a friend.

"Tara." Kazehana said firmly, putting a hand on her jaw and forcing her to look at her eyes. "We...don't...blame you." She enunciated every word forcefully. "And neither does Tobias. He is the kind of person who will happily walk through fire for friends, family, and people he cares about. He's fought and bled to keep them safe and we know for a fact if he had to choose between not being hurt or doing everything all over to protect a friend, he would choose the friend. So don't beat yourself up. Ok?"

She hesitated, but nodded in the end, looking a little less horrible.

"Good. Now, we'll see you later. We have...things, to do." Yahan said, sounding a little dark on the word things. "Feel better." She gave a reassuring pat on the shoulder before they both turned, walking out of the library and leaving the blonde witch feeling like someone somewhere was about to be very unhappy.

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Maya groaned, throwing away the game controller she was using and falling back on the couch. "I'm so damn bored!"

"And this is my problem why?" Justin asked, sitting at the dining room table in their apartment surrounded by books he'd gotten for his parent's apartment that Tobi. His primary focus had been demons and their weaknesses, but he'd also glanced at their culture and some spell books. It was more for curiosity sake since he and Maya had never had magical abilities. That and if they ever came across these spells he'd like to know how to break them or what they did.

"Come on, will you please play with me?" Maya begged, sitting up and giving her brother puppy dog eyes. "The computer is too easy even on the max difficulty setting. And the other games aren't as much fun without another player."

"Or you could enrich your mind." Justin said, a shadow tendril picking up and throwing a thick leather book at her, only to stop a few inches from her head to let her grab it. She glanced at the cover.

"Ancient Celtic rituals. Really? You can't even give me Egyptian?" She grumbled, looking at Justin who didn't even look up.

"Celtic rituals are perfectly good and fascinating when you get into the details. Besides, after you tried that animation spell with Uncle Dante and that statue of Horus nearly destroyed the ritual room, I don't trust you with those books."

"I was eight and he played on my childhood wonder!"

"And you wanted the magical equivalent of a robot to clean your room."

She scowled. What kid didn't want that when they were eight, particularly ones who knew they existed and could be built/made? "Not the point!"

He sighed and looked up, but whatever he was going to say died as they felt a subtle pressure press down on them, originating from their parents apartment, that was mixed with raw anger. The two turned to look at the wall to the other apartment as it died suddenly, than each other, all joking nature gone. That was killing intent and their parents weren't known to throw that around without good reason. Without exchanging a word, Justin closed his book, Maya turned off the TV and game system, and both went across the hall into the other apartment. The killing intent was suddenly snuffed out just as they walked through the door.

"They went into the training area." Maya said, looking towards the door in question.

"Whose home?" Justin asked.

"Mom and Mother."

He frowned. "I haven't felt them get that angry since we got here." Looking at his sister, he asked the question on both their minds. "See what's wrong?"

"Going to find out sooner or later, might as well be sooner."

"Very true. In that case, onwards."

The pair went to the door and, after sharing a final glance and preparing themselves mentally, Maya twisted the doorknob and opened it. The scene they stepped into would not have been expected by the average person.

They had appeared at least a hundred feet away from their mothers and the pair were currently attempting to imitate forces of nature. Kazehana was swinging her arms wildly and spinning with abandon, firing off large wind blades that were slicing into boulders and the ground with ridiculous ease, some of them exploding and causing large amounts of debris to erupt from the ground. Some of it was being further destroyed by Yahan in midair as she blurred with inhuman speed between them, cutting deeply or through chunks of stone with her knife. Others she used to change direction while in the air, her powerful legs and pushes causing them fracture or outright shatter from the force. It was barely directed in any way, just pure destruction that was only being restrained to prevent the two Sekirei from hurting each other in their rampage. One other detail stuck out from this mad dance of power and sound.

Both siblings saw their biological mothers faces were twisted in rage and fear with tears streaming down their faces, only to be whipped away by the wind and movements. After thirty more seconds, the pair stopped, panting heavily as dust and stone succumbed to gravity's pull back to earth, tear tracks clear through the thin layer of stone dust on their faces before they both screamed. The sound was as sharp and clear as breaking glass, full of furious anger and deep fear, going on as they dropped to their knees.

Maya and Justin felt their hearts clench at the sound. They knew those screams and this behavior. Their mothers only acted this way when Dad was somewhere they couldn't follow or get to him, and when they were very afraid of where he currently was. Without a word, they covered the distance between their parents and pulled them into a hug, Maya burying her face in Kazehana's shoulder while Justin pulled Yahan into his chest, putting her head under his chin. They grabbed and held their children close, shoulders shaking silently as they took ragged breaths.

"What happened?" Maya asked softly, feeling the tension in her mother's body and feeling her own tense in sympathy and worry. She could feel deep in her being that she and her brother were going to be very upset by whatever had happened.

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The rest of the Song family and Scoobies weren't the only ones unhappy with the situation, though the third party was not as well-adjusted or moral as them. In fact, he simply found the situation annoying and an insult.

"Stupid idiot. Has to save the damn damsel in distress and get us caught." A black wolf the size of a full grown man huffed as he trotted down the paths set between buildings from every and any time period in history, and even a few that didn't exist yet. Its attention was split between where it was currently going and 'feeling' what surrounded his and Tobias's real body in the real world. He huffed in annoyance as he felt something small, metal, with a sharp point going towards the inner elbow of their right arm, before knocking it and the hand holding it away. They had been doing this for the past twenty minutes and it was becoming exceedingly tiresome. The wolf shifted into Tobias's form with white eyes, canine one step and human the next as he approached the familiar boulder at the center of the city. He stopped in front of it and considered the stone. "So, what to do? What to do."

Black Wolf was thankful that whatever sedative they had shot into Tobias had left him untouched though not entirely surprised. The brain always had some activity even if the patient was in a coma and this was certainly not a coma. Add in the fact he basically lived in Tobias's mind scape, which existed without Tobias needed to be awake, and he was essentially in control of the Avatar Spirit and Astral Projection forms at the moment which he had used earlier to see what had been happening after the army boys had taken them to their underground base.

Oz they had taken to some cage after their scientists had taken saliva, hair, and skin samples to run tests on, roughly an hour, hour and a half ago, but Tobias's presence had gotten their interest and the interest of the new base commander. He remembered standing outside Tobias's body, watching in Astral form as the man in question had watched as some lab coats were looking at him, one shining a penlight into his silver eyes while the others was cleaning and bandaging his shoulder with his cut off shirt sitting on a table. The man in charge was tall, with a military haircut and style, thin gray hair and a camouflage uniform. He was clearly up there in terms of age, but his bare arms were toned and muscled, showing he kept himself in shape. Searching through Tobias's memories he found the man's name was Colonel McNamara.

"Well?" He said gruffly.

"It's too soon to tell Colonel, but based on a brief look over, I'd say he isn't entirely human. We'll need to run some tests to be sure though."

"Run them. If he's a HST, I want him locked up. And find out why he looks so human if he is."

"Yes sir." They both said. McNamara left the room and one of the men spoke up. "Alright, let's get some skin, hair, and blood samples. We'll start running comparisons while we get an IV going and do some X-rays."

The other guy nodded before going to a cabinet, likely to grab the containers to hold the sample while the first looked at Tobias's right wrist. Black Wolf followed his gaze at the Vortex Manipulator innocently sitting there and looking for all the world like a toy, or a very complicated watch. The psychotic personality suspected he was going to try to remove it, and leaned back to watch him fail.

The man reached out to undo the leather wrist band holding the device on the teen's wrist, only for it to give a very loud negative sounding beep as he laid a hand on the face plate. What immediately followed was an electrical crackle and the man yelling in pain, jerking his arm away with small burns on his fingertips.

Black Wolf blinked.

Ok. That was new.

The other man whipped around and saw the burns. "What happened?"

"Damn thing shocked me." He hissed. "Touched the face plate." They both looked at the manipulator as the screen slowly blinked red.

Black Wolf narrowed his eyes in thought as the scientists quickly treated and bandaged the burns. He had the sneaking suspicion that the new defense mode was thanks to a certain future version of themselves. "How many steps did this idiot think when he came back?"

He sank into his thoughts until he saw they were about to take the hair and skin samples. Briefly he debated what to do before rolling his eyes. He knew exactly how Tobias thought and as amusing as getting him riled was, it wouldn't be worth the potential fall out with him and these actions. So, as a pair of tweezers were about to pluck out some of their hair, Black Wolf grabbed them with hyper condensed air and hurled them with enough force to embed themselves into the wall of the room. The look on the pair of scientists face was priceless as they stared at the metallic tool in the wall.

"What on earth?"

"Wrong planet. And universe."

After that they tried to take the skin and blood, only for the scalpel to follow the same fate as the tweezers while he bent the needle into a U shape as they tried to put it to their skin. It was extremely amusing to watch them try to start an IV like that, but he did allow them to set up a heart rate monitor so he could gauge general health. Otherwise he kept them from getting any meaningful data or material from their physical body, which involved burning the shirt they had cut off when one suggested they could skin cells from it using a Bunsen burner and pure oxygen in the skin until it was ashes.

The resulting shouts of surprise and later frustration had appealed to his sense of destruction and messing with people. After that he just let them bang their head against the wall trying to get samples or more medical data. The attempt to attach electrodes to his head to monitor brain waves had seen them tangled in the cords, scalpels and needles were rejected from even touching the skin. And their attempts to cut off the Vortex Manipulator, wearing heavy rubber gloves to negate any further shocks, had failed to even scratch the leather. After getting bored of watching the humans make fools of themselves, he went back into the mindscape and visited a few of their old memories while keeping the Initiative away from their physical body to pass. He guessed he could've looked around the base for that Oz guy but...quite frankly he didn't care about him, so no thank you.

Anyway, Tobias had been under for a while but taking in account their bodies ability at flushing out foreign substances and adapting, he suspected he'd be waking up soon. He looked at the stone in the center of their mindscape again before a small, evil smirk spread across his face. If he knew Tobias, and he did, he wouldn't want to wake up on the steel table of a lab.

Maybe it was time for a change of scenery.

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

Buffy thought she knew tension. She had no idea what exactly that word meant to the Song family after finding out Tobias had been taken by the Initiative.

Willow had tracked her down and told her everything. It took a while to call Xander and Giles to coordinate a meeting at the latter's place, but she couldn't get a hold of Maya, Justin, or their parents besides leaving a message. More concerning however was the fact she had called Riley, got his voicemail, and left a message. He still hadn't returned her calls forty minutes later when they had finally gathered at Giles's place and gotten them up to speed. She was trying him again while Xander and Anya sat on the couch, Willow in an armchair, and Giles was standing near his counter with a pensive look.

"Tara said they took both Tobias and Oz a little after she found me." The redhead explained.

"Well, that's good right? It means they probably haven't had time to eviscerate them." Anya pointed out, only to get looks from everyone besides the blonde Slayer.

"Ahn, you can help by making this a quiet time." Xander said patiently.

"Once again, we're faced with a fairly daunting prospect of having to infiltrate the Initiative." Giles said, taking off his glasses while Buffy got a voicemail, again.

"It'd be great if we knew someone dating a man on the inside. Someone with connections." Xander remarked before suddenly gesturing at Buffy. "Oh, wait!"

"He's still not answering his pages." She said, hanging up the phone and putting it back on the charger. "I left him another message."

"So what do we do?" Willow asked.

The blonde weighed their options. "Well, we need to move fast. So we make a plan without Riley and hope he calls." She sighed and rubbed her brow. "Shouldn't Kazehana and the others be here?"

"Sorry about that."

Everyone looked at the door where the rest of the Song family was standing, a shadow portal closing behind them. Unlike how they normally looked; relaxed, comfortable, approachable and content, they now looked hard. Their quick bright eyes were flat and hard, concentrated into laser focus. Maya had a laptop under her arm with a blank face, Justin was calm, but Kazehana and Yahan looked like their calm had a hint of rage mixed in.

"We all needed time to...vent, and shower." Kazehana continued. She sounded normal enough, but at the same time, Buffy suddenly felt like she was in a room full of alpha level predators. Very angry predators. "So, shall we get down to planning?"

A/N from Jason: Call it what you want, I know the chapter is later than I would like it to be. However I've also been busy helping my friend RoninS636 and another author he has put me in touch with, sakuraphoenix, with stories of their own. Also been bouncing ideas off each other involving our OC's running into each other, and I do recommend her stuff. It's very good.

A/N from Ronin: Hello all. Yeah just as Jason said, new stories are currently in development. Sadly the old ones (Sekirei, Rosario+Vampire and Bleach) have been put into hiatus.

Jason: What the-? Ronin, how did you get in here?

Ronin: I'm from the future.

Jason: What?

Ronin: Just kidding. I broke in.

Jason: I'm getting tired of replacing the damn locks! You made me change them six times!

Ronin: Well it'd help if you gave me a damn key.

Jason: I purposefully didn't give you a key!

Ronin: Then I'll keep breaking in.

A/N from sakuraphoenix: It's a miracle you haven't gotten a restraining order yet.

Jason: When the hell did you get here!? And how!?

Sakura: He left the door open.

Jason: What part of the 'do not disturb' sign on the door was unclear!?

Sakura: Typically when a door is open, the sign becomes a useless distraction.

Jason: ...Ronin, I'm going to kill you. Just...what do you people want, I'm busy wrapping this up.

Ronin: We wanted to plug our own stories of course. And the ones we're currently working on.

Jason: Fine. Go ahead. But if I see the two forbidden words, I'm getting the sword and baseball bat.

Sakura: I'd ask what they are, but I think I'll keep my fingertips away from the keyboard.

Ronin: Well as I stated earlier, the stories you and I worked on Jason are on hiatus till further notice. The stories Sakura and I are working on are as follows: first is a time travel related story taking place a bit after her story, Code Heart. Basically our OC's take a trip to the world of Kamen Rider and become a part of the events of the series Den-O. Sadly movies are disclosed.

Jason: You said Karen Rider. I'm getting the bat and sword of pain. (Leaves the room).

Ronin: Whatever hater! Don't worry folks, he's just bitter because he doesn't know a good series when he sees one.

Jason: I can still hear you!

Ronin: Good! Anyway, Sakura, would you kindly summarize the sequel to that story?

Sakura: Gladly. The sequel to this takes place sometime after the events of Sekirei. In a world where you think just when you knew everything, something shows up, throwing a curveball into your life, or in this case a teenage girl with a katana and whose blood is the only way to kill monsters akin to vampires.

Jason: Maybe she can try hitting them really hard. (Comes back in with a sparking silver bat and sword.) Also, Ace says hello. She's going to want her bat back after this.

Ronin: How'd you-? Never mind. Sakura, mind wrapping this up and tell them which series we're doing while I run for my life? Also you have watched DBZ Abridged Jason?

Jason: Not my knowledge. Also...DEATH!

Ronin (while running away): SAKURA MIND WRAPPING UP PLEASE?!

Sakura: As much as I find this amusing, please review, give criticism, check out our respective profiles. Have a good night, midday, morning, whenever you read this.