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Work is getting better thankfully, but man I'm in demand to get so much done. Summer is ending...pool closing soon, super sad. But hey, more time to do other things. New board games coming out, so yeah that is good!

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On Angel's Wings

Chapter – 2

Quickly rifling through his satchel, Shinji pulled out the top Misato said he was stupid to bring. Averting his eyes, he handed it over to his protector and didn't turn until he felt it leave his grasp. "Are you alright? D-do we need to take you to Akagi-san or something for a checkup? That wind hit you pretty hard," Shinji tentatively looked at Musubi. Of course she didn't start with covering herself! She wasn't doing it intentionally, he thought, but girl continually flashed him her exposed bosom.

Titling her head, Musubi shook her head, her mighty braid swaying, "I'm fine! Better than fine, I protected you and drove that girl off! I don't even feel tired! So we can keep looking for a new apartment." Finally tying her top closed, Musubi nestled up close to her Ashikabi contently. Thankfully she was wearing one of the multiple copies of her original Gi/Miko outfit, complements of MBI, and not one of her fancy outfits Musubi had been gifted.

The crowd that watched them, took videos of the fight and the resulting nudity, started to break up. Once the fight was over and the show covered, they were quick to escape with their digital booty intact. Girl that could punch divots in concrete might be able to take your phone and shatter it less she be shown to the internet in less than glowing terms. If they knew Musubi, they'd not be afraid. Head full of flowers and didn't really care if she was seen, hell she kept trying to take a bath with Shinji!

Leery of Musubi's words, at times she didn't put the proper concern on things, Shinji pushed just a little, "Are you sure you don't want a break? I wouldn't mind have a sit or a drink or something. If the adrenaline wears off and you're hurt…" He didn't want her hurt! Three days past the eviction notice, Misato failing to get it overturned, the pair were 'helping' Misato find options for a new dwelling. And Shinji felt something he was terrified by. Deep appreciation and affection, both to and from his Sekirei. He didn't want to, was sure it would be taken from him, but with each smile, hand hold, and night sleeping it was another hammer strike against the wall around his heart.

Grabbing that hand of his, the glove just a little torn from the battle, Musubi pointed at a garish maid café. Bubbly as ever, "A drink sounds great! We can try that place right, they have such cute outfits. Think I'd look good in one?" Dragging the wide eyes and suddenly very much stammering lad towards the café, Musubi wasn't really asking at this point and just telling.

"Y-you'd look…" Shinji tried to think of the word but words failed him. Lovely, attractive, beautiful, delicious, astounding, dangerous, and the like went through Shinji's mind. He didn't really want to frequent a Maid Café, the idea of being called 'master' by some stranger did not trip his trigger. Fake love was something he hated. Reminded him of his past, got his depression rising. But standing before the fake smile of the brunette at the door, Musubi gushing, "Two please?"

Gesturing deeper into the heavily wooden decorated café, the cloying smell of sugar mixed with tea assaulted their senses, "Right this way Master and guest! And may I say your costume is adorable miss. Are you a cosplayer?" Setting two menus down at a table, her hand waved towards it, indicating they should sit. All around them girls in matching costumes played the same role with the same sense of cheapness.

"S-she is. We just got done wi-with a shoot," Shinji quickly answered less Musubi let slip her nature again. MBI did say if they exposed things there would be trouble, Shinji very much did not want trouble. Taking Musubi back, fines, jail…a massive company like MBI could do any number of things! Only relaxing once the girl left, she looked a year or so older than himself, Shinji opened the menu. Not hungry, but he'd eat something small or Musubi wouldn't eat. Tapping Musubi's menu, "Get anything you like. A reward for your victory."

Head swaying back and forth to an invisible song in her head, "Why did you say that, Shinji-san? This isn't a costume, it's my battle attire! And she called you Master, is she a…" Musubi found Shinji's hand over her mouth again…she must have been doing this on purpose! She knew to keep it secret, not dumb at all, she was just tricking him into touching her like this. Rubbing against the fat of his hand, eyes glistening with joy, tricky girl was tricky.

Smiling despite himself, that irksome point she was playing him, "She is not. Just what people expect from places like this. Maid cafes are where people come to…get treated special by girls and…guys. Just if it's a guy it's a Host club…like Misato-san visited." Now that was still something Shinji could hardly believe. Misato and the Host club, why would a woman like that need fake affection? He didn't know, wasn't going to judge, and would never ask. Not his place. The food options weren't very good, but the drinks looked good, he rarely drank sodas. "Hm….anything looking good?" he spied Musubi over the menu.

"Yup! I know what I want to drink! And I'll cook supper tonight so no need for food. Are you good?" Musubi shut her menu and bashfully clenched her hands together and played with her thumbs. Girl had no poker face, was planning something, but Shinji would let it slide. This was a reward after all. So supper was going to be curry again, only thing Musubi knew how to cook. Shinji's came with a small flag with a heart on it, the portions were massive, and it was delicious. Waving at the waitress, "We're good to go now! I'll have the number twenty-two, and Shinji-san will have…?"

About to open the menu again, see what Musubi just did, Shinji felt her take it out of his hands and hand it over to the Maid. "I'll just get a tea, please," Shinji did not know how to take the Maid's expression. It was shocked for a moment then shifted into something akin to neigh giddiness.

"I assume you do not want the second option for your Twenty-two, Mistress?" the maid tucked the menus under her arm. Jotting down the details, she winked at Shinji and held back a chuckle. Yup, girls were evil and kept secrets

Nodding once, eyes fixed on Shinji, Musubi confirmed, "Yup, just the standard please." Alright, keep your secret, and she did. The pair just fell into gentle conversation. Places Musubi would want to visit, what they were hoping to find for a new home, and Musubi gushed about a few fighting techniques she wanted to employ. All around them, they were noticed by tables and employees. Hard not to be, Musubi was just a maelstrom of energy and was quite attractive. Why was this girl in this costume with this random guy?

After a short period, the maid came back with the tea kettle and…a big glass with a fruity smelling green beverage with twin straws that formed a heart. Leaving the pair with a snicker, Shinji couldn't function! Was…was Musubi wanting him to…was he supposed to drink WITH her? Capturing one of the straws, Musubi hummed expectedly and did not drink, she waited. "You can't…are you sure?" Shinji asked, more aware people were watching. They tried not to be obvious, but the gawkers were there.

Humming a little louder, shaking her head from side to side making the straws clink against the glass. So much for the tea, it went cold in the kettle. Slowly Shinji captured his end of the devious thing, and drew in breathe…she was so close…so-so close. Eyes closed, she started to drink as well. The world condensed down into the booth, the drink, and Musubi for the poor over stimulated boy. Whatever it tasted like, Shinji didn't know. Did not choke on it, did not taste it, but he knew he drank it as some spilled on his shirt. And just like that, he heard the slurping sound, and saw it was empty. Thank the gods Musubi was a bottomless hole for food.

"That was so much fun! We need to do this again sometime!" Musubi was immune to anxiety the shared intimacy caused. The bill had been left while the two were lost in their own world, Shinji dropped a wad of money, far more than needed, and the pair fled. Bashfully holding Shinji's hand, he so rarely took initiative to hold it, "Is something wrong, Shinji-san? The menu said the drink was perfect for couples, a special treat. Did I do something wrong?" Putting her foot down, a good block from the café, she put an end to Shinji's escape attempt.

Jerking back thanks to Musubi's living statue act, he bounced back into her and she instantly wrapped her arms around him, thinking it intentional. "N-no, not wrong. Just a bit much for me. People were watching us, and it was such a…c-couple thing to do. At times I worry you don't know for sure what you're doing. I don't know w-what we are. Are we a couple, are we…friends…just what is an Ashikabi to a Sekirei?" Shinji tried to free himself, but Musubi was not having it.

"An Ashikabi-sama is a Sekirei's most important person! Just thinking about you makes my heart beat faster and I feel warmer! Musubi would do anything for you, you c-complete me. We'll ascend together," Musubi ended her rather bold declaration by kissing Shinji's forehead and hugging him tighter.

Hearing some catcalls, jeering comments, and finally, "Kids will do it anywhere! Get a room if you have to do that!" complements of an old man. That rocked the two of them out of their flower world, and back into the garbage smelling street they stood on. Hand in hand they went back about their planned evening. Hunting for a new home before heading home for supper, bath, homework, and bed. Would Musubi stay in her room this time…Shinji doubted it.

Stepping into a real estate office, the tiny bell above the door chimed signaling their arrival. Shinji was still pouring over those words. What Musubi said sounded a lot like…love, and he could not stop his hand from flexing. "H-hello, is anybody here?" Shinji called out to the small office space. He would not abuse the creature that fell into his life, literally, he'd do his best for her. Looking at a few of the fliers set out describing various apartments, he grimaced at the costs.

"Ah, I did hear the door…little young to be apartment hunting. You two aren't on the run are you, eloping at such a young age might really hinder you in life, kiddos," a slightly older man, late forties maybe early fifties said as he came in from a back room. In the traditional attire of a salary-man, white collared shirt with tie, he swabbed at his forehead.

Sitting in the provided chairs before the man's desk, Shinji waved his hand dismissively, "No sir. We're helping my guardian to find a new place for us. It isn't us." The idea of running away from Musubi never entered his mind, but at that one moment he did wonder. What would life be like if it were just them? No Misato to tease, no Ritsuko to judge, and just the doting woman at his side? Well, thinking that was dangerous as Kensuke provided videos were very forward about what a man and woman did when alone.

Mouth opening in a teeth showing grin, the man nodded and relaxed. Grabbing a binder of various rentals, he handed it over to the pair. Reclining in his chair, "Good to hear that. Was worried a little. Kids are doing dumb things with those monsters attacking. Back in my day we didn't think of marriage until at least twenty, now…I read an article about fifteen year olds doing it! So what are you looking for, maybe I can help narrow it down?" Man gave Musubi a strange once over, with a shrug of somebody just accepting the oddities of the 'younger generation' he didn't comment.

"We'd like a place with two bedrooms that allows pets! Nice kitchen would be good too!" Musubi was still on cloud-nine after their little sharing. Misato had said three bedroom not two, but Musubi was quite content to just move right on in to Shinji's room permanently.

Looking away from his computer screen, the older man eyed Shinji intently. "Two bedroom is it? We? Not my place to say anything, just don't go knocking her up until you got a job young man. Think of your future before you go complicating things with a little fun. As for availabilities…" he went over a few two bedroom and a couple three as well for…reasons.

Expensive but not overly so with both Misato and his income from Nerv. Not what Misato was hoping for though, but Shinji took the few fliers of the best offers Takeshi had for them. Shinji did his best to lead the nice man towards the truth that Musubi and he weren't doing anything bad. Musubi did not aid in that clarification as she just kept saying misleading, or her true intents, to the father of two. The duo thanked the man, Shinji started to enjoy the man's laid back attitude by the end of the talk, and headed home.

They were greeted by another note on the door reminding them that they were on borrowed time. Pen-Pen warked at them, not caring that he was the cause of this nightmare, but no Misato. "I'll get started on supper if you wanted to do your schooling," Musubi rushed deeper into the darkened apartment. Shinji had hinted he wanted Musubi to sit WITH him as he did his schooling…get her to learn a few things. If it wasn't fighting related or fallout of Misato's teasing about what 'you two are doing without me around' Musubi's attention waned quickly.

"Not going to win that fight today," Shinji confessed to Pen-Pen and just went about his schooling. Touji and Kensuke hinted today about wanting to hang out at the apartment before the move, oh and meet Musubi. Things to worry about later, taking his school work out, Shinji did his best to focus. Hard to do with Musubi humming and the delicious smells coming from the kitchen, but he did his best. Struggling with the math a little, it took longer than he liked, but he got it in the end.

As he was putting his books away and turning on the television the door opened and Misato announced her arrival in typical fashion, "Honey I'm home! Think I'll have dinner first tonight before the other two options." Ah yes, the whole 'dinner, bath, or me' joke, that didn't get old and Musubi had asked him the same when he got home from school today!

Great! I just finished it! I hope you're both hungry, I made extra!" Musubi had the table set. Misato's flag was a smiley face, Shinji's and Musubi's had the hearts. Yup, Shinji could not lie to himself about her feelings for him, and despite his better judgment, he knew felt the wall crumbling and falling down. They ate supper together, an odd but becoming closer family. Misato hissed at the apartment options, they pursuit was to continue for something cheaper if possible. Shinji didn't mind, it was more time out with Musubi, and right now he was totally alright with that. After supper was a bath, Misato thankfully kept Musubi out this time. When it was time for bed, he want to sleep alone, woke up defiantly not.

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Watching over the monitors, Misato wished she understood this whole Sekirei business better. It was beyond her though, Ritsuko tried and failed to go deeper into the mess. They looked human, but they weren't. What did that mean in the end? Not human, not normal, not safe? It was so divergent, her time with Musubi. Girl was bubbly and happy, energetic and excitable, but the roof was in tatters from her training. Seeing the news footage of her fight, dubbed a movie stunt, was frightening! So much power in such a svelte form, it was troublesome.

"This is amazing, Misato. Truly amazing. After the sync test, you mind if we have her do a small physical to get a baseline for comparison? I've some of Section-2 agents on file, want to see how they stack up," Ritsuko had to be torn away from the screens. Charts and graphs all showing Musubi's vitals were gobbledygook to Misato. This stuff always was, Ritsuko relied on Ritsuko for the explanation of all of it.

Sipping her third coffee for the day, thankfully if this testing continued it would be the end of her day, so Misato nodded. "Good thing to know what we're fully dealing with. Think all these Sekirei are the same as her, or is she…above or below the fold?" Misato mused. If Musubi was top-tier that was great, meant this mess would be over soon, if I was the opposite…well it'd end just as soon but too much lesser results.

Eating a late lunch, dark circles under her eyes, Maya set her bento down, "Why is it just Ayanami and her today? What was her name again?" Rubbing at her eyes, she shook her head and set her lunch down, half empty but clear she was done with it. Stretching her arms above her head, "Gods I'm tired. Got a rodent or something in my ceiling…kept me up all night."

"Well Musubi-chan is a bit of an exhibitionist and we want a side by side comparison so figured it would be best to just have Ayanami-kun here," Misato waved her mug at Rei's concentrating face. Truth be told, it was to keep Musubi focused. Girl got flustered and distracted pretty easily. The hope that this little test proved garbage and it was the end of Musubi as the Fourth Child, but with how Ritsuko was gushing…great. Flipping on the microphone, "How are you two doing? Ayanami-kun, you setting a good example for Musubi-chan here?"

Just as dispassionate as ever, Rei opened her eyes from her deep concentration, "I am performing as to the fullness of my abilities. But I was not aware we had a new candidate." Following the girls eye movement, Misato was unsure if Ayanami was happy or agitated with the new addition. Quite the mental clash between the two for sure.

"I'm doing my best! You promised I'd get a reward if I did good, remember! And thanks Ayanami-san for helping me with the suit. It's a little tight in the chest though. Does it hurt you as well?" Musubi swayed about in her simulation plug. As the girl continued to gush and talk about the plugsuit, Misato switched off the comm. They had to modify one of Rei's suits for this impromptu test, and Musubi was just bigger all around so it was a very racy plugsuit thanks to all the cuts and part removal.

Pointing at Musubi about to pop out of the half cut open chest compartment, "That is another reason they're the only two today. Until I can get her body mapped and get her a custom suit, going to be this way for her. No good having a test where everybody is distracted." Ritsuko leaned in very close to a monitor and gasped softly. Pointing at the monitor, nodded her head, hand over her mouth, "Misato tell me what you see here. I know you don't understand it, but tell me what you see."

"If this isn't something important, I'm grabbing Musubi-chan and going home. You can do your physical…" Misato eyed the screen and her head jerked back slightly. Now she didn't understand all the oddities and science of these tests, but she knew what she saw. Two bars for the mental scans, one jumping all over and another smaller baseline one that was steady. Pointing at the two lines, Ritsuko sucked in her breath, "Two brainwave patterns? How is that possible? Can we get another Sekirei in to compare to or something?"

Jotting a few things down, Ritsuko finalized the test and dumped the plugs, "That is it for today for this type of test. Ayanami you can head back to school, Musubi mind putting on your training gear and following us to the track for a few additional test? You can take off if you want Maya, no reason to make you deal with this." Misato could have sworn she saw Ritsuko wink at the girl, but it could have been involuntary.

"Just don't make this take forever alright. I know you're a spaz that would run her through tests for days cause its new and exciting, but I'm wanting to go home and relax," Misato forced herself to grab her jacket and put it on. Watching Musubi get all buddy-buddy with Ayanami as they dried off, Misato groaned as Musubi just disrobed in the test room. Rolling her eyes, "I know far too much about that girl's naked body. Ibuki-kun, going to give the girl some privacy?" Maya was watching a bit intently, guess for the first time seeing the impossible form would draw attention.

Grumbling, Maya dumped her food into the garbage, "Not fair kids that age being so big. Superior DNA, hah…just big tits and…" Maya continued to grumble as she left the testing room with a passing hand wave. Ah, just a little inferiority complex, that makes sense. These creatures were just made to make normal people second guess themselves.

the way to the test chamber after giving the testers time to change, Misato felt Ritsuko closer than usual, "So Ibuki has a bit of a figure complex does she? I know she's petite, never thought she cared about it." Opening the door, she stood out of the way as Ayanami hurriedly walked away with a bit of red on her cheeks, what was Musubi asking the poor kid?

"Never thought she did until today, but when comparing herself against Ayanami and Musubi who are a bit big for their ages. Hey maybe she's worried she can't get the eye of a certain somebody she has her eyes on," Ritsuko just shrugged not really caring. Ritsuko, the queen of mixed signals. At times Misato remembered the girl from college that was all about experimentation on a personal level. Drugs, sex, or anything she could to learn new things, and now the withdrawn woman she worked with. Misato blamed Ritsuko's mother for her friend's mental projections.

Pulling her gloves on, hair dripping LCL giving her a wet rat look than normal, Musubi just bounced on the balls of her feet. Shoulders weaving back to and forth, "So what will you want me to do? That test was fun! I've never got to breathe a liquid before. It didn't taste good though, very coppery. Like when I get hit in the face and cut my lip." Dripping and a wet slapping accompanied Musubi wherever she went.

"Just a few exercises that we have Section-2 agents perform to test their skill sets. Just want to see where you compare to them. Do good enough and I'll put you on the payroll. MBI can suck my tit if they complain. Setting this whole crazy fighting business into motion while we have the angels to worry about," Misato lead the duo to the small onsite gym.

Finger to her chin, Musubi just didn't get the joke and asked, "But I thought that was a good thing. Why would you want somebody you don't know to do that?"

"If I didn't know you, I'd wonder if you were being serious. Musubi-chan, you need to learn humor or you'll end up killing Misato here with your innocence. You see she's a dirty amoral woman that likes to get her kinks on whoever is around. Going to host clubs and…" Ritsuko sagely ducked to the side as Misato's fist swung at her stomach. Finding one of the provided clipboards and stop watches, "I kid, Misato, I kid. Alright Musubi-chan, just run around the track as fast as you can."

Rubbing her arms, suddenly not so keen on helping her dear friend that just said whatever she wanted, Misato was hurt. Watching Musubi start her run, pony-tail nearly horizontal, "Keep talking about me like that and I won't let you over anymore. I'm human, I was feeling low, didn't want anything serious so it was just a joke. I haven't been back in months. And you are right, she is to innocent. But at times I think part of it is fake. She knows what she is doing and saying more than we know…but we dismiss her intentions." Two brainwave patterns…two…two personalities. What did that mean?

"I know, I know, I know your buttons and I shouldn't push them to hard. And I agree with you. Musubi does know more than we know. But I still think a lot of it is her, would you call it an upbringing? Hell if I know how those things are born. So how long until you are kicked out? Could stay with me until you get a new place. Just have her tone down the fucking," Ritsuko could not tear herself away from the running girl. Already on her second lap, Musubi was breaking Nerv records.

Stupid early apartment inspection! Misato had a habit of hiding Pen-Pen when she knew an inspection was coming, she missed this time. "Little over a week, got a few handouts to go over yesterday. The cost is going to be a killer, my current place is perfect. But I won't get rid of Pen-Pen," she liked that dumb bird, saved it from being put down, so she was responsible for it! Following Musubi bounce, "She forgot her sports bra again, going to put an eye out with that bouncing. As for the sex…anyway you can put contraceptives in the LCL? Nothing has started yet, but it's only a matter of time."

Stopping the watch as Musubi crossed the third and final lap, "New record, doubt anybody other than you can break it. Not even winded…alright go hit the speed bag," Ritsuko ordered the now dry haired Sekirei. Turning on the scanners for speed and force testing, "And are you sure you need to worry about that? Can these things even get pregnant? She's all the plumbing yeah, but is it…I'll get you some vitamin supplements that'll do the trick."

"You can be taught," Misato wiggled Ritsuko's nose with her middle and pointer finger. They were 'superior humans' according to MBI, meant they could have kids. Misato was not wanting to hear the pitter patter of little feet. Taking a step back and behind Ritsuko, "That thing isn't going to break is it?" The bag was bouncing faster and faster, nearly a blur now. What would receiving a punch that fast and hard do to a person?

Backing into Misato as that self-preservation instinct kicked in and the good doctor noticed the danger, "Should be fine, things are tested for…" A loud pop made both women jump as the sand and pebbles from the bag drained onto the ground spilling everywhere.

"That was easy, they had better tests at the lab. What is next?" Musubi was in her full training mode. All fight all the time, stronger and stronger was what she wanted to become. Pointing over at the punch test machine, "Can I try that one? I haven't tested my punch since I've been winged." Pulling her gloves on tighter, she had a near feral expression shimmering out behind that happy façade.

Swallowing hard as she stepped through the entrails of the speed bag, it crunched under foot, Misato was just a little unsettled. "Sure thing, after this how about we head home then? Get you that reward," Misato felt fear brewing. What was the upper limits of this girl? What would it take to take her down if needed?

Throwing a few phantom punches, Musubi was in her fighter's stance and nodded, "Great! I can't wait to get back. What do you think supper will be? I'm super hungry!" Standing on the white line before the machine, Musubi waited for the go ahead.

"Alright, when you see the red light flash twice hit it as hard as you can," Ritsuko trigged the machine. This time she stole behind Misato, hands on shoulder to keep any attempts at not being a human shield an illusion.

It flashed once, then twice, and the humans watched it bounce off the ground a little. Misato could have sworn she felt a breeze from the damned thing! Not even wanted to know the official numbers, "I'll be expecting those supplements by tomorrow alright? Not saying we'll need them by then, but with how things are…it's a matter of time." Waving Musubi over to her, Misato patted the girl's back supportively, "You did great. Going to recommend you for official bodyguard status. Not as if you already aren't, but at least get you some cash. Not like MBI is paying for anything except those replacement uniforms of yours."

Waving at the still shell shocked Ritsuko, Misato lead the woman of the day home. Her own stomach grumbled in sync with Musubi's. Driving through the city, seeing all of the MBI inspired or created tech flashing back at her, Misato started to wonder. Where did all this tech come from? Before MBI things were going forward, but never massive tech jumps MBI created. And now they have these super humans? Her brain wracked itself for a correlation, and the one she kept coming back to sounded to much like science fiction. Massive tech, not quite human like beings? Aliens, time travel, parallel earths, or something else equally suited to a comic book page. Then again giant building sized robots fighting eldritch horrors wasn't very normal either.

"So what is my reward going to be?" Musubi was already climbing out of the car. Just went with the flow of things, this girl. All these things that left Misato worried and overthinking, Musubi just accepted it and didn't let it bother her. Today was all for Ritsuko's benefit, girl did not complain, just spent the whole day being poked, prodded, and ran through a maze. Girl deserved a little something.

Pulling out her wallet, Misato handed over a small wad of cash. "How about you go out for supper. I'll eat what we got cooking upstairs while you two go have a nice romantic evening. Demand it be romantic, you earned it," Misato winked at the girl who tore off in a mad dash. Was this a good idea, nurturing this relationship? Yes, Misato saw the benefits it was causing all around, so she'd provide a fertile ground for it to grow, just hoped Ritsuko got those pills soon. With how Musubi was, girl was going to want to practice and practice and…yeah she'd have a nice wine with supper now.

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Letting out a massive belch, Kensuke patted his stomach giddily, "Now that was what I call good junk food." The trio of boys were leaving a Beef Bowl restaurant that specialized in greasy helpings of rice, beef, and for some a few vegies. Kensuke did not get the vegies and got an extra helping of beef. So far his metabolism had staved off getting fat, he hoped it continued. Walking down the street, hands in his pockets, he tried not to let his anxiety show. Lot on his mind, Shinji and that girl he saw with him a few times over the last two weeks top of them.

"So who is up for the arcade? I'd say we hit the courts at the school, but I doubt either of you want that," Touji smoothed his hair back. The pretty girls that were walking towards them looked, laughed, and Touji's shoulders sagged. Kicking at a stray crumpled up pamphlet, he took it as best he could.

Nodding a little, more sullen than normal, Shinji's head didn't stay stationary for long, "I'd be good for a little while. Misato-san is at Nerv right now, and Musubi-san training. So if you guys want to see the old apartment before we move, we can stop there for a while." They had been asking Shinji for a home visit for some time, to finally get it right before they move? Well beggars shouldn't be choosers.

Digging for ear gold as they headed towards the lovely money waster that was the arcade, Touji licked at his teeth in satisfaction. Flicking away his acquired treasure, "I'd be game for that after we waste some cash. You never did say why you were moving…and you will introduce us to Musubi-san right? After seeing her the other day, word about her and you is rampant." They moved through the fairly populated Saturday crowd, mostly people moved out of the teens way as a troupe of three was a little worrisome.

Yeah, talk about Musubi, tell everything you know. Kensuke tried to mentally communicate to Shinji. A lot had been happening in Kensuke's life over the last three days. Lead the would-be hacker to start to question a lot of the world he was living in, and pray that things didn't change for him. Trying to come off as only partially interested, "Yeah, word has it she's part of that movie event thing going on in the city. That a Nerv publicity stunt or something to keep our mind off the angels? Attractive people fighting all over the place, the videos show water, fire, and all sorts of other random things. Surreal."

Seeing the arcade up ahead, Shinji subtly speed up his walking to shorten the time this topic was on the table. Scratching at his cheek suppressing a smile, "Just a little, yeah. Why she has the odd costume she has to wear. Misato has Musubi listed as my private guard as well, and not just those…" He flinched his head backward just enough to get Kensuke to notice the obvious suited man and woman following. Ah, Shinji's forever tag, the random Nerv people that watched but never did anything. They had let Touji throttle Shinji when they first met, some lot of good they were.

"You two shagging? She's was all over you that time we saw you leave with her. Rumor is people see the two of you like that a lot. Just because she's your bodyguard doesn't mean ya can't be a couple right?" Touji reached for the door and yanked one of the double glass doors open. A welcome blast of fake cold air hit them all, Touji even closed his eyes to fully enjoy the sensation. Walking in, they were suffused with the sounds of games, music, and the murmur of those enjoying the various forms of entertainment.

Shaking his head quickly, Shinji waved his hands very dismissively. "She's just…affectionate. Doesn't know a lot about Japanese culture, I don't even know much about her really. Won't lie and say I don't like her, but if you see how skilled she is…not really worthy of that type of thing," Shinji's head dipped and that smile he tried to hid on the walk over vanished into a deep thoughtful expression.

"So she's a skilled actress then, or something else?" Kensuke asked knowing it was wrong. He should have tried pepping Shinji up, say he was a pilot or something and worthy of a little affection. But that didn't matter, what mattered was how dangerous Musubi was, and what she was in relation to the big picture. Spotting the incredulous expression Touji had and the deepened hurt on Shinji's, he added, "And you're a good dude man. If she likes you, that is on her right? Emotions are emotions, you don't earn them or level them up…they just are."

Touji and Shinji nodded at one another in acceptance of Kensuke's little comment. But for now the topic was off limits. Getting their tokens, they mostly stuck together for the two hours they spent at the den of slackers and procrastinators. His mind not in the game, Kensuke lost nearly every challenge presented, and was typically the first out in any adventure game. He just listened to everybody talking. The topic was what he dreaded, kids where hearing a lot about the scantily women fighting, images shared of damaged clothing, and thoughts on what it was going on. He even heard a few girls talking about the same, only the focused on the smaller portion of males participating as well. Nobody knew what was really going on, but Kensuke watched as Shinji would find a reason to walk off when he heard the same.

Their tokens were finally spent in a small tournament in 'Blazingly Dead or Fight 6', Shinji actually won which was a rarity. With no further money wished to be spent, they headed back out into the dry heat of the late afternoon sun, "So you still good for us to see the 'old place'? Why are you getting kicked out again? Got a new place yet?" Touji was a good guy, sounded really concerned. Kensuke suspected it was more concern and just a little want to see Katsuragi.

"Yeah you can. Until Misato-san comes home, she likes it quite after work. And the manager found her pet penguin, and that was against the license holder agreement or something. As for a new place…that is what tomorrow is. Running out of time in finding a place for us," Shinji took his turn in being frustrated and kicked at a can, missed, and got a snicker from a passing group.

Ah so it was the bird that got them evicted, not a third person living with them when the lease was for only two. Good, that did his mind a lot of ease, Kensuke stopped holding his fist as tightly. Letting Touji fill the air with gossip and his adoration of some idol singer, they all came to a stop a little more than two blocks from the shared domicile. "Those two…what are they doing now?" Kensuke grabbed at his chest. Seeing the twins that had lightning powers chasing after a woman, Kensuke nearly pulled his phone out and called home.

"Ah shit! We missed the event! Man, I wanted to get pictures. You hear the rumor that if you get enough individual pictures you get a prize? MBI is giving out a new phone or something to whoever gets the most evidence of these things!" Touji did take a few fleeting pictures as the twins rushed off casting random blasts.

Much like Kensuke, Shinji stood a little taller trying to see the fleeing form, but unlike Touji he wasn't eying the twins nor as fearful as Kensuke was. Good, more proof that Shinji didn't know much either. Swatting Touji's back, had to jump start the jock once he got fixated on something, Shinji kept walking towards his place, "I've seen those two about a little. I think they're the ones assigned to this section of the city. Want to follow them or head to my place?" His actions showing he was going home with or without the others.

"Rather hit your place up. It's hot out and some television and talking is better than chasing those two odd ladies," Kensuke joined Shinji while waiting for Touji to make up his mind. He tapped his foot tellingly and flinched his head down the way towards Shinji's, "Tick-tock man, tick-tock."

Sliding the phone back into his pocket, Touji jogged to catch up, "You guys are no fun. Hunting these girls or sitting in front of the TV and you pick the TV? But whatever, I'll spend my Sunday chick hunting!" And like that, the trio continued their way towards Shinji's as of yet unvisited apartment.

they got there, it wasn't much, just as Shinji explained. Box up box set up with a few opened, the scene of an apartment nearly vacated. Couch was still there, television set on the ground with the DVD player connected, but it just felt abandoned. Go figure, they had only a few days left to get out, they'd have to be mostly packed by now. But Shinji gave a small tour of the place. His room was devoid of any personal flair, they were shown Misato's door but he wouldn't let them in, guest room (Kensuke noticed a box with the MBI logo), and the kitchen was still stocked with food that they were trying to eat through.

"DUDE! You didn't tell us she hangs her fancies in the bathroom! You dog! You get to see her shit!" Touji called out from the bathroom. Of course the jock had to just call it out, can't teach an old dog.

Chuckling as Shinji nearly collapsed in on himself, Kensuke tried to hide it, "You knew he'd see it eventually. He's got a nose for stuff like that, always has. He'll forget in a day or two. Can I have a can?" He pointed at the few cans of soda on the counter, picked it up, and when he got no denial opened it.

"If he knew I had to wash their cloths he'd go off even more I bet," Shinji did join Kensuke in a small shared smile at Touji's expense. They knew their buddy was a bit of a hound, wanted a lady friend but doubted he'd do much if he ever did. But he said 'their cloths' plural, Kensuke noticed that instantly. That guest room, who was its occupant?

Walking back into the kitchen, drying his hands on his sleeves, Touji grabbed a can as well. "Side question man…Misato-san work out or something? Saw a sports bra, wouldn't think she'd use such a thing?" Leading the way to the living room, he threw himself on the couch, forcing Kensuke to take the chair, and Shinji the floor.

"I-uh…didn't tell you did I? M-Musubi-san kinda lives with Misato-san and I," Shinji turned the television on, using it to cover his blush. Flipping through the channels, finding a nice sport show, people going through some sort of 'ninja course', he dropped the remote and awaited the outburst.

Fuck, fuck, fuck! No, please don't be what he was starting to think it was, but Kensuke knew he had shit luck! "She lives here? That actress? So it's not all a show then? Musubi-san pretty strong then?" he'd let Touji ask the question the jock was nearly bursting to hear the answer to. Kensuke was adding it all up in his head, and the result was not a happy one. Based on past experiences with life, a challenge was going to ensue and he'd lose what he was starting to care for.

Keeping his face away from the others, but Kensuke had a better angle, Shinji subtly started to lean forward and draw in his legs. He was closing himself off, getting nervous and afraid, "Yeah she does. Since she got the position as my personal body guard, Misato-san said it made sense. And she's a skilled martial artist. I don't know how you'd quantify her strength." An answer that sent Kensuke off on a wide eyed bought of near hyperventilating. Strong, she had to be very strong.

"So she sleep in your room then? If she's supposed to be close to you…" Touji said as a joke. But as Shinji sat straight up, lock solid, and fell to his side. Well…that was answer enough. Room went into hysterics of Touji cheering and Kensuke laughing to cover his own worries. Things only got worse when Musubi came into the apartment with a towel around her top, saw they had company, and rushed to the bathroom. They didn't see anything, well a little on the side, but it was the final nail in the coffin of the great 'is Shinji and Musubi a thing' thing. Couldn't deny some affection if the girl has no qualms with just walking topless around a guy.

But Musubi's return to the room, fully clothed, signaled the end of Kensuke's espionage. Touji guided the rest of the stay with his leading questions. Musubi was upcoming and forward, much to Shinji's utter humiliation, at times even asking if she 'said something she shouldn't have'. Girl was very attractive yes, her lifting the couch to get the remote out from under it proof she was stupid strong, and how she spoke about Shinji left Kensuke chilled. Once Misato arrived, it was day over, woman was upset at something to do with the move so they didn't push.

Kensuke was ready to go, had wanted to go after seeing the crest on Musubi's back. Rushing home, he slammed the door shut. Dad wasn't home, not surprising as he hadn't been home in days. Shipped off to Tokyo-2 to do some technician work, and unlikely to come back anytime soon. But no, the apartment wasn't empty. "Kuno-chan, I'm home!" he called out with a giddiness he thought he'd never have.

It had been last week when he found her, laying in the trash bin behind his apartment. Hiding under the debris, sweating, hurt, and utterly defenseless. Taking her inside, cleaning her up, feeding her, and after an evening of bonding and learning about her…well he couldn't help it and gave her a light kiss. After his eyes cleared of the blinding light of the winging process, he got a call from some odd man, learned of some battle royal, and a few fear entered him.

Peeking around the corner, Kuno let out a sigh followed by a wide smile. Adorable in her own way, Kuno was Kensuke's Sekirei and he would have to protect her. Couldn't stand spicy food, cried during silly movies, and NOT able to lift a couch with a teenage boy on it as one might a soda can, Kuno was not on Musubi's level. "Welcome home Kensuke-sama! Did you have a fun day? How went your…mission?" Kuno knew of Kensuke's plan for visiting Shinji.

Hugging her tightly, Kensuke worried. What would happen if she lost? "I did, and she is. I don't know HOW strong she is, but she's very strong. We can hope Shinji can be talked out of a fight if necessary. He's a good guy, passive, looks for peaceful resolutions. We can hope that he might even help us! So no worries or tears tonight alright. We'll keep each other safe and live through all of this," Kensuke smoothed her hair as best he could. He was new to this whole Ashikabi stuff, just as he was to being with a woman, but he'd learn. He loved Kuno, she loved him, and that had to count for something he hoped.

X-X

Sitting in the seventh retail office of the day, the sun already set sometime ago, Shinji was starting to really feel horrid. This was going to be the same as all the others wasn't it? They had two days left, Misato tried her best, but didn't really have time to hit the offices. They were typically closed when she was off work, but she was trying tonight somewhere. He hoped at least. But he had wanted to do this, to help. Do ANYTHING really to support those helping him. But it just…just wasn't happening! Place after place either just kicked them out, or they were the same non-acceptable location or no vacancies for several months!

"Now lets see here, Ikari-kun, go over your situation again?" the woman where a green blazer and a tightly dun up bun of black hair. Eyes rimmed with thin wire glasses, she tapped a pen against her desk as she humored Shinji and Musubi.

Hands clenched on his lap, Shinji had a very prepared speech by now for this, he gave it enough over the last two weeks. Trying to keep his voice from breaking, "My guardian, Musubi, and I are needing a two or three bedroom apartment. We need it to be pet-friendly, be within five miles of the Geo-Front, and the cheaper the better." Not the hardest criteria to meet, their Nerv needs were making it the hardest though. More than ever aware of Musubi sitting next to him, his depression started to rise. With each mote of affection he started to gain for her, the realization of his inferiority to her rose as well.

"Two bedroom is preferred if that matters, I don't mind," Musubi added easily enough. So much came easy to her, effortlessly no less! Physically dwarfing him, emotionally stable, happy, and attractive. What did he do to deserve or even be a down payment for such a doting follower? Nothing, he was nothing. A small, cowardly, weak ball of mental issues. She would have done better with any other person as her Ashikabi!

Examining the two as she digested the story, the woman took her glasses off, folded them closed, and set them down. Rubbing the bridge of her nose, "Look kids, I don't have time for this alright? Nerv has snatched up all those apartments, or MBI. That is prime real estate. I don't have anything for a runt and his 'aspiring idol' to play house in until they can't make rent. Now either change your sales pitch or be so kind as to leave without a fuss?" The woman was tired, and not playing with perceived liars.

He didn't want to invoke Nerv to get this woman's attention, it would be relying on the thing he hated most. But what other option did he have, she was like the first two agents today. Judging his age and Musubi's outfit first and what he said second. But he wanted to provide for Musubi, to help Misato! They did so much for him, asked him to do something fairly simple…get an apartment for them! But he was failing, just like he always did in the end! Feeling the incoming panic attack, knowing Musubi would see it soon and he did not want that. He bit the bullet, pulling his wallet out, and he pushed his Nerv badge over, "I work for Nerv. Does that change anything?"

"That isn't fake?" the woman picked up the badge and evaluated it. After a few moments of close scrutiny, her eyes widened and she dropped it down. It was nearly impossible to fake a Nerv badge, they were made special by MBI with counter spoofing technology. Reopening her folders, she started looking at them, "Sorry, I just assumed. With your age, how your lady friend is dressed. Thought you were like the last few kids your age to come through that door."

Nerv. That damned place again was what got him any importance. Shinji Ikari alone was a worthless husk of a person, the Third Child was important and necessary. Keep it together, keep it locked down, do not make a sound. If he tried talking he'd croak, he'd ball, and then he'd look even more the loser to the poor Sekirei bound to him. Could he un-wing her? Set her free to find an Ashikabi worthy of her? But he didn't want to! He was starting to care about her, wanting to be there for her as she seemed to be for him! But in the end, what did he even know about her or Sekirei in general?

"I-I don't have anything right now. Should have some things opening in a month or so. Let me copy down your contact info and I'll reach out to you when things start opening alright, sir?" a panic laced smile a fear in her eyes all to evident. Reaching her hand across the table to the pair, she was frantic to placate owner of the Class: Restricted badge which meant only one thing. Important person, do not upset.

Taking the woman's hand, Musubi gladly accepted the offer of shaking and did so with gusto. A few papers fell over, folders swished off the desk, nobody moved to fix them. "That's great! Well, we'll be going then. Thanks for your time," she helped Shinji up and out the office they went, just as they came in. Empty handed. The door's bells chimed as they went out, and Musubi was quick to get to Shinji's side. Bending over a little, she was taller than him, her wrists touching and palms to her chin, "Don't let it bother you Shinji-san! We'll get something at the next place! And even if we don't, I wouldn't mind sleeping with you in Misato-san's car! Anyplace is home when I'm with you."

Walking dejectedly towards a small park, Shinji wanted to sit for a little and try to recollect himself. "You deserve better than that, Musubi-chan. Deserve better than sleeping in a car," and so much more. But she was stuck with him wasn't she? This whole winging business, whatever it meant, forced her to aid and protect him during whatever this whole 'Sekirei Plan' was. Misato say that MBI told Nerv it was a planned event, but the whole of it was alien. So until it was over, if it ended, she was stuck with him. Sitting down on a bench, Musubi plopped down right next to him, "Let's just…"

Rain started falling. At first it wasn't heavy, just a light sprinkling but it increased in intensity fairly quickly. Perfect, it would mask anything that squeaked out of his yes as his resolve broke. Take Nerv away from him, how much would he lose? Why, wouldn't it be nearly everything? "Great rain. And we're how far away from the apartment? Sorry, Musubi-chan, I'm sorry. Sorry I can't even get an apartment, that I'm not a better Ashikabi for you, that I bound you to me in a moment of weakness in you," the words started to tumble out of him. That was until Musubi took his hands in hers.

"Nothing to be sorry for!" Musubi said with pure earnest. Standing up, pulling Shinji up as well, she pointed up towards the cloud covered sky. Smiling brightly at him, "I bet the moon looks beautiful tonight! Let's go see it." Wrapping an arm around her Ashikabi, grabbing just under his armpit, Musubi leapt into the air. As they flew up, "All I've known about this world was from the island, until now. But what I do know is that everyplace is better with you by my side."

Seeing the ground shrinking below him, they were still climbing and they were already so high up! But he felt no fear, Musubi wouldn't do this if it would hurt him, she was to protective of him. "Island, what island? And…wouldn't you prefer a more…masculine Ashikabi or at least…better than me?" Shinji gasped. Being so close to her, his mind was again reminded of how beautiful she was. Inside and out Musubi was a rare gem that…fell on his face.

Kicking off a building to give herself more ump for the leap, Musubi just muttered the negative. Clutching Shinji closer, head rubbing against her body, "The Professor SAID it was an island before the 'great calamity'. Now it's just our ship and a small bit of dry land. All Sekirei come from the ship, we learn of the world there, and then we got sent out to find our Ashikabi. And…I found mine. I love you, and it has always been you. From the moment we held hands, I hoped you'd be the one to ascend with me…" she muttered some words that were blunted out by the wind, she spun around, and fierce winds came from her blows.

"W-what did you just say…do?" Shinji asked but he might not have even heard. As the leap reached its zenith, he saw the clouds parted and the full moon shone down in all its lunar glory upon them. No matter how much he trained, how much he tried, he'd never be able to perform either feat that Musubi just did. But then it struck him…he wasn't supposed to. Apples to oranges, Ashikabi to Sekirei. He was…their emotions where what powered these events. Worries that she was forced into this, that he was an anchor to drag her down were…well they were amid the clouds!

Hugging Shinji very close, she enjoyed doing that, Musubi nodded, "Command lines that provide us Sekirei with power and abilities. Your gentle soul powers me, Shinji-sama. Never worry, never doubt my love for you. My all is for you." She leaned in and again her wings appeared flashing brilliantly in the night sky. And then they started to fall.

"I…I think I l-love you too…n-now how are we going to land?" Shinji confessed. Was it love or just intense infatuation, well that was for time to tell. But at that moment, high amid the clouds, in her arms before the moon…he believed it was. With her at his side, he could try! Try to make himself a worthy Ashikabi (whatever that was, he still didn't know) for her! As the wind started to increase in intensity as they fell, "Uh, Musubi-chan, shouldn't you do something?"

Rapping her knuckle against her head, Musubi tittered, "I didn't think about landing. Just that I wanted to show you the moon. To cheer you up, I hate seeing you sad." At that point, Shinji started to scream as they spiraled down towards the ground out of control. Point to note, Musubi literally was a leap first ask questions later type! Well, maybe that was why she was with him, to curtail that little risky inclination.

Spinning faster and faster as they fell, arms wrapped tightly around one another, Shinji could barely see where they were falling. But wherever it was, it was coming up fast as the earth was getting awfully close! Closer-closer-closer…contact. A tree was the last thing Shinji saw before he shut his eyes, and felt a strange absorption feeling before they rolled to the ground. Musubi atop him, and…were her clothing made of tissue paper!? They were in tatters again! "A-are you alright, Musubi-chan?" he ground his head against the dirt to look away from the vision before him.

"Yeah, that was amazing! Sorry about the fall, but it…where are we?" Musubi shifted off Shinji. Pulling at the tatters of her top, the spinning and wind must have torn it to tiny bits of cloth rain.

Coughing gently but urgently, "Excuse me. What are you doing in my backyard?" It was a cultured voice, gently but controlled. Stepping out of the back door, across a well made deck, was a woman in refined dress. A Kimono with a white top and purple bottom, hair tied up in an upwards pointing white cloth. Swaying towards the downed pair, she regarded them cautiously, "You weren't going to…do…anything back here were you?"

"No-no! We…uh…fell," Shinji said lamely as he got off the ground. Who would believe that, not without knowing the secret that Musubi was not human, MBI's threat came to mind to keep it all secret. Bowing to the woman, wow she was pretty, "Sorry ma'am. It wasn't our intent to bother you. I just had a moment of depression. Musubi-san and I are looking for an apartment. Been failing for some time and…she tried to lift my spirits. It got out of hand."

Walking over to Musubi, lifting her off the ground, she gently propelled her towards the house. "Miya Asama, if you do, and an apartment was it? Might you consider my Izumo house then? We have agreeable rates I believe. And I cannot let this one go as she is now. Not all exposed and all, now, Musubi-chan come with me," Maya introduced herself and kidnapped the stunned Musubi.

What…just…happened?

Shaking his head free of dirt and grass, Shinji tried to think about literally what just happened? Musubi could stand against Misato's car and not be budged, but this Miya just propelled her into the house? They bounced off a tree? And did she just say they could possibly move into this place? What WAS this place? Shambling over to the tree he would have sworn broke their fall, Shinji reached out to it and when he touched it, a vision beset him.

A green cloud erupted from the tree, a girl of maybe ten or so, long blondish hair and green eyes flew out at him. "Save me! Please, you have to save me!" she cried and just like that…vanished. Was it real, was it just him punch drunk or was it…

Hey, what are you doing here?" a familiar gruff voice called out, knocking Shinji from his funk.

Spinning around from the tree, tempted to touch it again, Shinji took a step back and gasped. "Y-you? I-uh…you're Misato-san's friend right?" Shinji suddenly felt very uncertain. This guy, name escaped him, had been the Host Misato frequented. A guy that his guardian fancied for one reason or another. Was this the fabled 'meeting the other wife' type of thing?

"Kagari, and yes, I used to see Katsuragi-san at my club. But I ask you again, why are you here?" Kagari made a small circle around the confused lad. Wearing fancy clothing, just a little ruffled and out of place, he had every sign of a playboy.

Pushing Musubi back out onto the veranda, Miya presented the pair a Musubi fit for magazines or television. Clad in a beautiful floral kimono, tight fitting yet not gaudy, Miya was proud of her effort. "Ikari-san here and Musubi will likely be moving into our Izumo house. Stay the night and see if you like it. Musubi-chan informed me of your plight, and I believe this place has chosen you, as it does many. Come let us have supper, do not bully the young man Kagari," Miya tittered at the perceived standoff.

"I-uh…t-thank you Asama-san, and it's as she said. Misato-san and us are needing a new home. This place is…likely to costly for us. Its so pretty and…" Shinji found Miya taking his arm and leading him inside. Just go with the flow right now, if nothing else it was late and he'd want sleep after food. A quick call to Misato got the woman to the Izumo Inn/House within the hour. Now THAT was an awkward meeting, Misato and Kagari, but the promise of food, lodging, and a place that would allow Pen-Pen to stay. Misato and Miya hammered out a tentative agreement before the end of the night. One less worry in the dark of the night. But as Shinji lied down, next to Musubi who was next to Misato who snored horribly, that vision of the young girl came back…what was THAT to be. But that was a tomorrow issue, tonight was…getting punched and kicked by Musubi as he tried to sleep.

X-X

Rei was confused, her normal life had been rocked by the newest addition to the pilot roster. It wasn't as bit of a shock as when the Third Child was added, but any ripple in a still pond makes waves. Musubi was oppressively optimistic and invaded Rei's personal space even more than Ikari did. At least with Ikari he would only talk for so long until he stopped. Musubi went on adnausium, on and on and on…

"So what do you think of that liquids flavor? I think its a bit like meat juice," Musubi asked. Sitting naked on the bench, wringing her hair out on the ground. The latest test went just like the last one, Musubi didn't do much other than talk at Rei and distract her. Why was Akagi forcing this girl to keep testing, her scores were low, they only had two Evangelions, and according to the Commander this girl wasn't part of the scenario and wasn't to be worried about.

Pulling her own clothing out of her locker, Rei closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Girl would keep talking unless Rei answered so she did, "I do not know that flavor. I am a vegetarian." Though if what Ikari said before was true, LCL had a blood type flavor. Would make sense that Musubi would compare it to meat. No matter, it didn't bother her. Feeling Musubi's eyes on her, Rei slowly swiveled her head and sure enough Musubi was near shoulder to shoulder with her looking at her clothing. "Is something wrong?" Rei was not this comfortable with nude women being close to her.

"Do you only have your uniform? Why didn't Misato buy you cute clothing like she did for me?" Musubi pointed at the drab uniform Rei always wore.

Shrugging, Rei didn't have an answer for that question as she never thought about it. Again, the commander said different stylized clothing wasn't important. "These are sufficient for my needs. And Katsuragi-san is Ikari-kun's guardian not mine. She would not provide anything for me. Will you get dressed?" Rei started putting her socks on. Why was this girl doing this? Why did Ikari try talking to her? Why was her normal oblivion being assaulted like this! And...this girl had a very open air about nudity.

Joining Rei in starting at the bottom and working up, Musubi hummed just a little, "Well I'm Shinji-sama's guard now. Who is yours? Do you have any Sekirei of your own? OH! Are you coming to today's party?" The pair quickly jerked there heads to the side, Shinji was finally in the men's side. Akagi had to give him some new medication so held him up after the test. Upon hearing him shuffling about, Musubi quickly got up, still sans most of her clothing, "Shinji-sama! Did we need to get anything before the party?" Rushing to the curtain she pulled it open, and…

Rei just stared at the insanity she just witnessed. Did this girl not know about privacy at all? Rei didn't have much concern about it, but knew it was something most people did. But here she was, watching Musubi just casually make all three of them see one another in the buff. So that was what Ikari-kun's penis looked like. And judging by the state of it, he was...was it Musubi or her getting...uh...Rei quickly turned her face away. Yeah, this was a very confusing situation.

"MUSUBI-CHAN! Wha-what are you doing!? Shut the curtain!" Shinji already shut the curtain. The sound of the locker slamming open and furious clothing action filled the heavy moistured air. Calling out frantically, "S-sorry Ayanami-san! Musubi-chan is a bit different about things."

Without a hint of concern, Musubi went back to getting dressed. "Isn't Shinji-sama cute when flustered. But did I do something wrong?" she actually sounded confused.

While her body didn't show it, Rei was beyond flustered at the moment. "Normal social norms dictate men and women do not show their naked bodies to anybody outside public baths or in intimate situations," she got dressed faster than ever in her life. She wanted to leave, wanted to leave now. When Ikari-kun saw her naked, touched her accidentally, that had been odd but just an accident. This was intentional, and the girl at her side had no qualms about it. And did she say Sekirei? What did the commander say about that? To avoid them, but one was now a potential Child? Questions for later.

"Oh, but we see each other naked all the time. Well I do love him so I guess its still fine for us. Do you love Shinji-sama? You weren't bothered right?" Musubi finished her own dressing and literally leapt to her feet. Spry little thing, effortlessly rolling into a jump and to her feet.

Run, just escape this girl and boy that were making life strange. "I was ordered to protect Ikari-kun. I will do that. He saved my life during the last angel," yet her eyes went to the curtain and her heart did beat a little stronger. Emotions weren't necessary, pairings not needed, and all there was to worry about was the mission.

"Did he wing you too? You're a Sekirei right? Were you released before I was?" Musubi went back to the curtain and pulled it open. Thankfully this time Ikari was dressed and looking as flustered as Rei felt.

Rushing to Musubi's side, Shinji put a finger to his lip and shushed the girl, "Musubi-chan, you're not supposed to mention that to people remember! MBI said to keep it a secret. S-sorry again Ayanami-san, she's excitable. I hope I didn't..." Head down, Shinji just shut his mouth and turned deep red.

"It is no issue. Now if you'll excuse me," Rei lied. It was an image she didn't expect to see, it was stuck in her head. That word, Sekirei was another oddity. Her stalling sealed her fate for the day though, "As for your question. No, I am not a Sekirei, and the commander told me about their existence so it is no issue either." About to leave, Rei felt Musubi's gloved hand grabbing hold.

"Come to the party with us! Shinji-sama's friends are going to be there, you're his friend right?" Musubi held onto both teens and laced both with her smile. Dragging both out the door, Rei nearly bouncing into Shinji as they walked at Musubi's pace.

Was she Ikari-kun's friend? She didn't have friends, she didn't need them. "I am not his..." Rei was able to get out before Shinji tried to talk as well.

"Musubi-chan, we shouldn't bother Ayanami-san if she doesn't want to come. I mean...it'll just be Touji and Kensuke and a lot of Misato-san's friends. I mean, if you want to come it'd be fine. I've plenty of food and drinks planned. So if you want..." Shinji rubbed the back of his free hand. They jerked and bounced as Musubi continued at breakneck speeds.

She didn't have anything else to do, there was no order to NOT spend time with Ikari. Commander did say she was to watch over him, see if he was doing anything wrong. "I have nothing to do, so if it is no hindrance to you," Rei surrendered to fate. Yes, this was a good idea to learn more about this oddity, Musubi. And maybe just maybe try and learn what Ikari-kun did to her mentally.

"Great! It is better with more people! So what do you do for fun, Rei-san?" Musubi took Rei's acceptance as go time. For the whole walk, Rei was beset by Musubi with questions about anything and everything. Oh she split her time between Ikari and her, but Musubi did focus a bit on the new addition. A child given a new toy and wanted to play with both her favorite and the new one simultaneously.

Making a mental note as they arrived at the large building, very traditional designed inn, Rei would not take Musubi lightly in the future. Girl had strength, energy, and just kept probing. Never did Rei feel threatened, but the ceaseless assault was draining. "I'll go let Misato-san know where back, Shinji-sama. Don't start the party before me!" Musubi rushed deep into the inn leaving the two Children alone at the front door.

"Sorry about that, Ayanami-san. She's just excited about the party, never had one before. Thanks for humoring her and all her questions," Shinji laughed just a little forced. Yet he watched Musubi vanish into the darkness of Izumo House.

That odd feeling was back, watching Ikari focus on Musubi left an odd sensation in Rei's mind. Musubi was his bodyguard now, there was no need for Rei to be ordered to protect him anymore. That should be a good thing, one less need, one less oddity, yet it didn't feel good. "You and she are in a relationship? How you watch her, refer to her," Rei was keen on watching everything, and the interaction the two shared was something she picked up on instantly.

"I...yeah I guess we are. It's strange. You said you know about Sekirei right? W-well I'm her Ashikabi, she chose me. And yeah w-we care about one another. Lets go inside before she comes back and drags us in," Shinji relaxed just a little and gestured for Rei to enter. "A few other people live here, but so far we've only met the landlady, Miya-san, and Kagari-san. Misato-san invited the whole place, but we don't know who'll be here. Touji and Kensuke should be here in an hour or so," Shinji lead the girl to the communal room that was loaded with food and beverages. Waving at the kimono clad woman setting the last of the plates down, "Miya-san, this is Ayanami-san a f-friend from work."

That word...friend. It felt strange to hear, hard to accept, but...Rei blinked a few times and nodded. "Ayanami Rei," Rei completed her name for the stranger. Yes, maybe she could be friends with these two for now, no order not to. Musubi wouldn't allow for her NOT to be a friend.

"My aren't you a cute one," Miya put her palm to her face and bowed, "Miya Asama, but as Shinji-kun said, please call me Miya." Woman just exuded calmed control.

It wasn't long before Musubi and Misato joined the party. Soon it was more Nerv employees, Akagi was shocked to see Rei there but didn't say anything. Then Ikari's friends came,and they too were confused to see Rei there. Didn't matter to Musubi or Shinji, they tried to include her in the conversation, kept her company and kept getting food for her if she looked at somebodies plate for more than a few seconds. Food was...delicious. Things she never got to eat, and Akagi didn't say she couldn't so, she just ate it. Nobody else from the Izumo House joined the party, but it was still full enough. And as the party got late...well Miya had a spare futon set up for Rei and she stayed the night. A very strange day indeed.

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Notes

First chapter was very fast as Sekirei actually started at breakneck speed, this was a lot slower cause...I felt I wanted to establish a bit more Shinji/Musubi time. I've got a lot of neat ideas for this one, hope it goes well. Hope you have/had a good Labor Day and lets get ready for Fall!

Later

Mercaba