I do not own Sekirei or Kamen Rider OOO. The story is merel a work of fiction for entertain,ent purposes. I hope you all enjoy it and will keep reading my works. If you don't like it, I apologize and wish you luck in finding tales that you do enjoy on this site.

WINGS OF DESIRE

First Wing:

I do not own Sekirei or Kamen Rider OOO. Those belong to their respective creators and not me. I am only writing this piece of work for personal amusement and hopefully for the amusement of only character I do own is Matthew MacGregor. So if there is no reason for anyone to complain at the moment, let's begin the story.

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Shin-Tokyo was a sprawling metropolis which held the headquarters of the mysterious Mid Bio Informatics or MBI for short. With their technology spanning into just about every possible field from medical to mundane, the economy had received a massive boost. Buildings were clean, health issues had been resolved, and employment for the most part was up.

For the most part…

Walking along the packed public streets was someone who stuck out somewhat. He had brown hair and stood somewhat taller than a good portion of the Japanese folks that were walking around him. His facial features were Caucasian, marking him as a foreigner to the country. He stood out, earning some looks from the people around him but not vibrantly so such as someone who would have had brightly coloured hair or darker skin like the ganguro girls who were so well known in the teen scene.

He was dressed in colourful clothes that looked even more foreign than he did, but they were tasteful. So rather than simply sticking out like a sore thumb, he looked more fashionable than anything else. He held a pack on his back that looked a little bulking, indicating that he was carrying a few objects. A few people assumed he was a foreign backpacker who had decided to travel Japan to learn about the country. Lots of young people did that with one country or another at least.

The boy's name was Matthew MacGregor and unbeknownst to those around him, he wasn't supposed to be in Japan. He didn't have a passport, didn't initially speak the language, and had no clue beyond a cursory knowledge about the culture.

How did he get into Japan despite this? Not even he knew.

Matthew was a cosplayer, someone who travelled to conventions dressed as his favourite media character. In this case, Eiji Hino of the Kamen Rider OOO franchise. He came all the way from Canada which was of course a long way from Japan which begged the question of how he got to the island nation.

(FLASHBACK)

Toronto, Canada

Matthew was running down the street in his home city, trying to get to the convention centre on time so he wouldn't miss the opening acts which celebrated the beginning of the anime convention.

"I'm late! I'm late! I'm late!" he cried out, panicking. "Jeff's going to kill me if I don't get him his Birth stuff!"

Matthew and a fellow anime and tokusatsu enthusiast known as Jeff were entered into a cosplay competition, entering as Eiji Hino and Date Akira who were both Kamen Riders. It was Matthew's responsibility to bring the Birth Driver for his friend since he had all of the necessary props. It was through Matthew's internet shopping that he had gotten all of the Birth and OOO equipment, including several Cell Medals as well as the full sets of Core Medals which included the movie-only black and orange Cores. It was an impressive collection and he was hoping to show it off at the convention.

Running along the street, Matthew noticed an alleyway which looked clear and came out to the opposite side of the street which was where he was heading. He immediately swerved in his running and charged down the space between buildings, keeping his goal in mind.

Then the air cracked open.

That was what it looked like to him. The air in front of him suddenly seemed to crack which opened up into what looked like a swirling pink and purple vortex. Matthew was obviously caught off guard by the sudden opening and ended up taking a serious tumble. That tumbling sent him sprawling right into the centre of the vortex, allowing it to swallow him before it shut tight again.

And no one even noticed.

(END FLASHBACK)

What the tear in existence was and why it opened up just as he was running down the alley as uncoordinated as he was eluded Matthew's mind. When the stars and motion sickness cleared from him, he woke up in another alley. Stepping out, he had discovered that he was in the middle of a cityscape with Asian people walking around with some sparing him a second glance and all of the signs were written in Japanese. One may have assumed they somehow landed in Chinatown or something, but Matthew was able to tell the difference between Chinese and Japanese from the language being spoken and some of the features of the people walking around.

After some initial panic and asking at an information kiosk that was found near one of the airports he discovered he was in a place called Shin-Tokyo. It used to be called Tokyo, but that was before a company called Mid-Bio Informatics bought up ninety percent of the property and revolutionized it with the bulk of their products and inventions, causing people to nickname the city Shin-Tokyo.

Matthew spent his first couple of days attempting to contact home through the international phone boxes that were located in the Japanese city. Unfortunately, his home phone number didn't seem to exist since he never got any kind of response. He could barely speak a few phrases of Japanese he learned in preparation for a trip to Japan he hoped to take one day after graduation, and those were simple questions as to where he could find things like hotels, stores, bathrooms, and restaurants. The only thing he really had going for him was the 800 dollars which he had brought with him to the convention which he would have spent on anime, manga, and similar things. Instead, he swapped it for it's equivalent in Yen at a currency exchange at another major transportation hub. It totalled around 80, 000 Yen which would last if he spent wisely.

Matthew was thrifty with his money, spending it only on food and hotels. In an effort to keep his cash spending to a minimum, he attempted to stay in a capsule hotel which more or less meant he would rent out a private tubular cubbyhole in a wall of tubular cubbyholes which had a tiny television set and was only big enough for him to sleep in and do absolutely nothing else. He couldn't even sit up, having to slide into the capsule lying down to try and sleep.

Yeah, one night of that was enough for him.

Getting a normal hotel wasn't as easy as it should have been. Not after he mistook a love hotel for a normal one and got a weird look from the clerk until she figured out that he had misread the sign out front and took pity on him. Apparently he wasn't the first person who made such a mistake, thankfully for his sense of pride.

Still, the immersion in the foreign culture did help him pick up the language rapidly, enough to make sure he could be understood and not offend somebody by accident. He could order food and ask what it was without getting strange looks and he could enter hotels which some of the people who worked there could actually speak English and help him if he was confused about something. It was rough going for a while, but it seemed he lucked out and managed to get his bearings on how he would survive long enough to figure out his next move.

If only that were the extent of his troubles though.

Crossing an intersection through the city, Matthew glanced over his shoulder as he habitually did every couple of minutes. He scanned the faces of the other pedestrians behind him as well as some of the cars that were on the road. The people didn't stand out too much from the norm bringing him some sense of relief. The array of cars on the other hand though were something else altogether. Most of them were functional things that were made more for saving space, fuel, and the like with only a few of them more stylish than that, likely owned by somebody who was rolling in money or was some hot dog who thought that having some fancy and expensive car would get him more attention from the ladies. The one that stood out most of all though was the white limousine that had just turned onto the street and was moving slower than the rest of the traffic on the street.

"The brat's getting impatient today," Matthew frowned to himself. Turning his gaze back ahead, he followed the sidewalk, looking for someplace a little more…private.

Finding an open park which was conveniently empty likely due to everyone being at work or school at the moment, Matthew came to a stop near the public fountain. He unslung his backpack and dug through it to pull out a rectangular belt buckle which had three slots in the front which was black with blue lines across its surface. He pressed the buckle against his waist where a strap wrapped around him and locked in place. Appearing on the sides was a roll of silver coins on the left and a round disk on the right. He then reached into his pack to pull out a book which was coloured like the buckle. Opening revealed several sets of coloured coins which came in sets of nine with a series of three marked with an animal. He quickly took out a red coin marked with a hawk, a yellow coin marked with a tiger, and a green coin marked with a grasshopper before placing the book back in the bag. Taking all three, he slotted them into buckle with red on the right, yellow in the middle, and green on left. He then shifted the buckle into a diagonal position, making a pulsing noise come from the item itself.

"I know you're there Mikogami!" Matthew shouted out. "Your company car was kind of a giveaway!"

Rather than receive a verbal answer, a cloud of mist swiftly covered the area. It was reasonably thick, keeping everything more or less hidden from sight. Anyone who walked into it would see next to nothing unless they were in a few feet away from it. In other words, it was the perfect way to conceal something in the middle of the city so that nobody would ask any questions or even blink twice. Japan was an island nation so mist wasn't uncommon for it. Frowning as the mist covered everything, Matthew turned when he heard a malicious giggle sound off in the distance. He frowned when he saw three women step out of the mist.

The first was a blonde woman who had her hair split into two ponytails. She was wearing white gloves and a one piece dress which clung to her figure tightly. It was black on the sides with a yellow stripe down the middle which matched her black boots which went up to her thighs. The girl next to her was dressed in the exact same way and looked like her in down to the hairstyle, making Matthew believe that the pair were twins.

The woman behind them seemed to be a bit more mature in terms of figure. She was dressed in a white jacket which was opened on the front and left a lot of her cleavage exposed along with down to her stomach. She thankfully wore a white skirt with black straps around her hips. Her hair was a striking shade of gray which ran down past her hips and her face was pretty, if not a little intense.

All three were rather curvy and any other man who saw them would have been drooling after them. Matthew would have lust for them as well and he still did, but whatever hormonal urge that came over him at seeing them was tempered by his history with the three girls. All three were bad news as far as he was concerned and he would have to be a complete idiot to try and forget about that simply because the three of them were hot.

"Mitsuki, Mitsuha, Taki," Matthew frowned, naming both blondes and the white-haired girl respectively. "You're looking well. Guess when we last butted heads it wasn't as bad as I thought!"

"We owe you for that one!" Mitsuki snapped, pointing at Matthew angrily.

"Even if you surrender we'll beat you up for all the times you made us look bad in front of Mikogami-sama!" Mitsuha agreed.

"Good thing I won't be surrendering then!" Matthew frowned. "Just how long are you going to keep chasing me anyway?"

"As long as it takes to bring you or your little coin collection to Mikogami-sama!" the first blonde snapped. "Take this!"

The irate blonde lashed out with her hand, unleashing several long wires which were attached to her fingers, all of them lashing out towards the boy she and her fellows were targeting. Matthew immediately rolled to the side, dodging the attack. Getting to his knees, he grasped the circular device on his hip and swiped the front of it across the Medals on his belt, making three chiming noises while coloured rings spread like ripples from the coins. "Henshin!"

"TAKA!"

"TORA!"

"BATTA!"

"TA-TO-BA! TATOBA! TA-TO-BA!"

A series of large, circular projections spun around him, two sets vertically and a set horizontally before three large projections of the medals he'd inserted in his belt merged before slamming into his body to form his armor.

Matthew's entire body became covered in a black bodysuit and armour. In the centre of his chest was a large round circle with three designs on it. Squeezed at the bottom was the image of a green grasshopper. In the centre and taking up most of the space was a yellow tiger and finally with barely any room at the top was a red hawk. His legs were covered with thin green armour at the front which was segmented not unlike a grasshopper's legs. Connected to the armour were green lines which connected to the grasshopper marking on her chest. Yellow lines extended from the tiger marking, past the rounded shoulders with yellow edges and ended at yellow gauntlets which had sharp blades folded back on the wrists. Finally the hawk symbol left a red line leading up to his face which was now concealed under a helmet that had large green eyes and a face plate which looked like a flying bird.

He brandished his Tora Claws which folded out and cut at the wires trying to attach to him before his feet turned grasshopper-like as he leaped back to make some distance between himself and the women.

"Tsk!" Mitsuha hissed. "That armour is damn annoying!

"You know, if you just gave those coins to us we wouldn't have to keep chasing you!" Taki huffed, looking like a woman who was dealing with an annoying routine yet again rather than being part of a squad of attackers out to beat up someone and steal from them.

"And hand them over to a spoiled brat who doesn't have a clue how dangerous they are? Fat chance," Matthew, or rather Kamen Rider OOO retorted while taking another stance. "Now, you girls know how this is going to end and I'd rather not hurt such pretty girls."

"Aww, you're so sweet," Taki smiled. "It's a shame we're going to have to do this."

Mitsuki and Mitsuha immediately lashed out with weapons. For Mitsuki it was her strings while Mitsuha held a whip. The lengths of modified weaponry cut through the air and would have smashed against OOO, but he managed to cut the strings and knock the whip out of the air. Still, several of the strings which Mitsuki was manipulating outside the cluster she first sent managed to slip through and wrap around his right wrist, having been distracted by the larger concentration of strings and the whip.

"Got you!" Mitsuki grinned.

"You have nothing!" Matthew snapped, cutting the strings on his wrist. One of the things he hated most about fighting the whip twins was how they seemed to think they were hot stuff and loved to tease him about it simply because he was human and they were Sekirei. Even if he humbled them before, they chalked it up to being unprepared for his abilities which considering the full range of OOO's options, was not a bad excuse. Still, there was reasonable excuses and there was outright denial and the twins were skirting the line between the two.

He squared off against the pair, Mitsuki somehow gaining more length on her strings while Mitsuha pulled back her whip, ready for another attack. Taki remained hanging at the back since she had no recall offensive capabilities and was a supportive role with her mist to keep people from seeing what was going on as well as try to keep OOO's sight hindered by the mist to keep him ignorant of his surroundings. It was a standard drill that was employed whenever Taki would get involved: hide her comrades in the mist and use it to confuse the target. A good tactic, but one that tended to lose some effectiveness as it was used over and over again on the same person.

"I'm in no mood to deal with you three," OOO muttered, knowing he only had a matter of time before the trio's commander decided to send in reinforcements or worse, attend the battle himself. Leaping back, he reached his bag and produced his Medal Book to search for another weapon. Opening the item up, he carefully selected the right Medal. This one was a sapphire blue and held the image of an eel on it. Moving like someone who had numerous experiences in using the Medals, he replaced his Tora Medal with his Unagi Medal. Placing the book away, he took his O-Scanner and swiped it across the O-Driver.

"TAKA!"

"UNAGI!"

"BATTA!"

The Medal crests appeared in front of him before forming together and fusing with his armour. His chest plate changed with the centre section holding the unagi crest in it. His shoulders had fins sticking from the black with blue lengths rounding under the shoulders. White lightning bolts ran down the arms and white cords extended from the shoulders to stick into the blue pads on the hands. Transformation completed OOO grabbed the ends of the cords on his wrists and yanked, revealing the cords to be whips as he pulled them free. Electricity crackled off their surfaces as they touched the ground.

"Hey! You're copying us!" shouted Mitsuha, outraged at how their opponent gained weapons like theirs.

"All's fair in love and war!"

OOO lashed out with his whips, aiming at the twins to try and take them down and escape from their constant attacks. Mitsuki proved once again her inhuman status with her reflexes as she created a large net with her strings, easily blocking the whip attacks. OOO didn't stop as he allowed the strikes to hit the Sekirei's net, but instead gripped the whip handles to increase the voltage they gave off. A loud zapping noise echoed from the impact points on the net before flashes of light came from the impact points. The voltage carried through the strings, surging right into Mitsuki's body.

"ACK!" Mitsuki screamed, jolted off her feet by the attack. Her body was actually smoking from the strike.

"Mitsuki!" Mitsuha screamed for her sister, but she then turned to glare at OOO, "You bastard!"

Mitsuha lashed out with her whips once again, matched by OOO own. Sparks flew through the air at the impact, but Mitsuha barely received any shocks since unlike her sister, her weapon was made from a non-conductive material. The sparks lit up the area, making it look like a small storm was sparking up in the middle of the mist.

OOO ducked under an attack aimed at his head from Mitsuha before he unleashed a pincher move with both of his whips. The whip-user had been so concentrated on trying to get a lethal blow in with the rage over what had happened to her sister, she had managed to leave an opening in her defence which OOO took advantage of. The Unagi Whips wrapped around her and unleashed another full blast of electricity. The blonde Sekirei screamed before she mercifully passed out, her form smoking like her sister's.

OOO recalled his whips, dropping Mitsuha to the ground before attaching them to his suit once again, "Those two never learn." Granted, to a normal person they would be strong and they were certainly skilled in their weapons. Again though, they kept underestimating him on account of he was human and they were Sekirei, which made them feel like they were superior to him despite how he let his armour be configured. It's what kept allowing him to drive them off, if not knock them out so he could get away.

He looked over to Taki, who looked increasingly nervous seeing as her only two means of defence were taken down. As stated before, she was a support Sekirei and had no means of attacking. Without the twins to protect her, she was a sitting duck. Sighing, OOO ignored the fear in her eyes and spoke, "I'd tell you to get Mikogami to leave me alone but we both know the spoiled brat won't listen."

Shaking his head, OOO walked towards his bag and retrieved it. Removing his O-Driver, he allowed the armour to vanish. Slinging the pack over his shoulder, he walked away from the scene of the battle and hopefully to some peace for at least the day. Of course, peace was a term that was slowly losing it's presence in his life. Grumbling, he adjusted his bag, "What would make the day just 'perfect' would be if Higa decided to send his crazy secretary after me."

Matthew vanished into the mist and once he was sure Taki couldn't see him anymore, he started running. Not only did he not want any of Mikogami's reinforcement's to show up, but didn't want Mikogami himself to appear, which Matthew knew he would since the kid treated every fight like some kind of sporting even he just had to get front row seats to. Wherever Mikogami went, that psycho Mutsu was with him. Matthew had only met the gray/brown-haired swordsman once during Mikogami's second attempt at claiming him, but it was enough for Matthew to tell that he wasn't like the other Sekirei which had gone after him in the past. He was a killer, plain and simple.

It still begged the question for the uninformed; just what on earth was a Sekirei? The name itself was applied to a species of bird which was native to Japan called a wagtail, but that certainly wasn't the case in Matthew's situation. He learned (from experience) that Sekirei indeed looked just as human as he or anyone else did, but the difference was that Sekirei had superpowers. There was really no rhyme or reason to what exactly those powers were. Some were like Mitsuki and Mitsuha who had immense strength and skill, more so than any other human on earth and it didn't apply to merely weapons but also their fists and feet in martial arts attacks. Other Sekirei were able to control the elements like Taki could control mist, but those types seemed to be a bit rarer than the weapon or martial art users. Most of the Sekirei were female, which made him believe that there was some kind of gender misbalance or something with them.

Matthew had no idea Sekirei even existed until he stumbled onto a battle that was two on one with superpowers galore. Later he discovered it had been an attempt by the Ashikabi known as Higa to collect more Sekirei to his cause. Not knowing that, Matthew had transformed into OOO and leaped in when it looked like the two on one battle was turning into a curb stomp that the pair were having way too much fun with. He and the other Sekirei had managed to fight off the pair and send them running, but it left him confused as to what the heck was happening. He tried asking the intended victim what was going on. Though reluctant, she finally decided that Matthew was unusual enough to be able to believe her secret as well as keep it hidden from everyone else.

Sekirei were aliens.

According to the Sekirei he had rescued, a poor girl named Kuno, Sekirei had come to earth on a ship a few hundred years ago but had crashed into the ocean. Twenty years ago, the ship was discovered by the CEO of MBI and he had let all of the Sekirei out, the same company which currently owned ninety percent of Tokyo. It wasn't with good intentions though as he only let them out to begin a scheme that he had affectionately called his Sekirei Plan. The main idea of the Sekirei Plan was that the 108 Sekirei would be released into the city where they had to partner up with a human and go to battle with all of the other Sekirei. The last one standing would 'ascend' and receive a prize which as far as anyone knew, would be the ability to make their dreams come true. It was one big war with everyone for themselves and it would be cutthroat if the prize was anything to go by.

Human partners to a Sekirei were called Ashikabi, a word that Matthew had never heard of before. Thanks to his impulsive rescue of Kuno, he had gained the attention of a pair of the most powerful Ashikabi in the city. One was Mikogami, a rich boy who had an unhealthy fascination with him since he was a living embodiment of a tokusatsu show and as such Matthew was on the top of his wish list next to more Sekirei to win the Sekirei Plan. The other was an asshole named Higa who worked in some corporation that took control the east side of the city and used Sekirei as his own replaceable shock troops. Numerous times Higa's girls had tried to buy his Medals from him or failing that, beat him down and take them. When the Kamen Rider would beat them, the conscious attackers would leave their comrades behind to whatever fate was in store for them. Mikogami would also send his own Sekirei to try and grab the Medals, but they met as much success as Higa's troops did but they had the decency to collect their wounded before they ran.

It really painted a grim picture of the Sekirei Plan and Matthew wanted nothing to do with it. If those strange chicks wanted to kill each other over a vague prize, they were welcome to do it. He just wished their Ashikabi would focus more on their stupid tournament and less on him.

He had enough troubles.


WINGS OF DESIRE

A Sekirei/Kamen Rider OOO Crossover

Written by Ten-Faced Paladin

Chapter 1:


The sun was high in the sky over Shin-Tokyo once again, allowing the people who resided there to head out to their daily activities. From above, the city looked as peaceful as any city could really get. One really couldn't have believed that the city was slowly becoming more and more the battlefield for the 108 Sekirei which MBI was releasing from their facilities wherever they may be and the Ashikabi who each of the Sekirei select to give them their wings and do battle.

Matthew was walking down the streets of Shin-Tokyo once again, fresh from his stay at yet another hotel which drained his cash even further and kept a roof over his head for another night. He never stayed in a hotel longer than a single night since he didn't want to give his stalkers the means to track him. Paying in cash would only delay them for so long before they could find him once again. This was the modern era after all where electronic searches were possible and both Mikogami and Higa had the resources for such things.

At the moment, he was walking down the streets with one eye on where he was going while the other was looking through a newspaper at the want ads. Since he apparently couldn't go home and he was getting low on cash, he was going to have to find a job if he wanted to keep off the streets. Hopefully there were employers in the city who weren't all that finicky about having a foreigner work for them. Of course, there was some challenge in applying for the jobs since he had to write out the resume and read the ads since they all would be in Japanese which despite getting an increasingly better grip on speaking, writing was still giving him some trouble.

"I wish there was a place where I could just work in exchange for food and board," he mumbled. That would have just made everything perfect, but places like that likely only existed in manga and anime. Nobody wanted to accept freeloaders without getting money out of it.

Walking past a woman who was dressed oddly similar to a miko with long violet hair, Matthew began heading towards what he was sure was the address to his first possible job. It was a waiter position at a bar/restaurant kind of place if what he read from the classified was understood correctly. He wanted to scope the place out first before he decided if he wanted to try and get a job there. He'd had enough experiences with having a jerk for a boss.

He just hoped he made a good first impression. Being broke and homeless weren't exactly ideal qualities for a potential employee. Of course, he made sure to make himself look presentable, despite only having the clothes on his back which he cleaned regularly and he took regular showers whenever he could. He couldn't waste money on things like clothes but the ones he had were starting to look a little worn out with all the running he was doing from Mikogami, Higa, and their Sekirei minions.

'Just need them to last until I can get paid,' Matthew thought to himself. 'Just hold on until that payday.'

Checking the address as well as his map, Matthew continued on towards his destination. All he had to do was arrive there, scope the place out, if he liked it he would apply for the position, and hopefully get paid quickly before all of his cash ran out. Then he could start saving up and try to keep out of the Sekirei Pl-

BOOM!

"Huh?" Matthew blinked, hearing the sounds of something smashing into the ground, making an echoing noise throughout the city. Down the street, a plume of dust had kicked up and obscured everything in sight. He immediately guessed that something like this didn't happen too often and the source had the same name as a certain kind of bird.

Leaping from the smoke came as expected, a pretty young woman who was developed in all the right areas. She wore a sleeveless purple sweater which didn't cover her stomach. Black bandoliers were strapped to her upper arms, filled with what looked like kunai. Her hands were likewise covered by long purple fingerless gloves. She had a short skirt that was purple and hung off her hips with a second black skirt which was much longer but open at the front with black boots that rose up to her knees. Her face was definitely cute with short black hair and violet eyes. Most identifying of all was the number 72 tattooed on her left shoulder.

Chasing her was another busty and curvy specimen of Sekirei femininity dressed in revealing white garments and a literal storm of white cloth circling around her. Her face was hidden, only long brown hair being the one personal identification Matthew could see on her. She was attacking violently, lashing out with the cloth around her like they were vicious snakes, all of which were aiming right at the purple-clad Sekirei.

The two were quite obviously fighting, the purple Sekirei throwing numerous kunai at the white one, but the cloth was blocking each blow. Unlike the purple Sekirei, the white one didn't have limitations on her attacks and could literally wait out her opponent before she took her out.

A part of Matthew wanted to ignore what was going on. If Sekirei wanted to kill each other and not him it was their business. He never wanted to be involved and he wanted nothing to do with them if he could help it. These girls, as attractive as they were, were just nothing but trouble.

Of course, another part of Matthew couldn't ignore what was happening either. The purple one was going to be trouble and these Sekirei would be attracting too much attention. Then there were the innocent bystanders in the area. The Sekirei in white looked like she wasn't too picky about how her strikes were hitting if how her weapons smashed into sidewalk or the sides of buildings were any indication. The Sekirei in purple was also battled and bruised, showing that she was on the losing side of this particular fight.

The Sekirei in white seemed to vanish in the midst of her veils, making it particularly difficult to spot her as she moved. When it seemed the kunai-user had lost her, the Sekirei in white lashed out with a particularly violent strike which slapped the Sekirei in purple across the torso. The force of the impact sent the girl clear down the street while she skidded across the pavement, her shirt being torn up and leaving some blood stains on the road as she went. She struggled to get up as the white Sekirei slowly approached, her sheets twisting on themselves to turn into drills.

The Sekirei in purple gagged, blood dribbling from her mouth, looking both scared and sad at the same time, "Ashikabi-sama... Why I couldn't find you?"

Hearing the misery in her voice, it triggered Matthew's good guy instincts. Dropping his bag, he retrieved his Medal Book and O-Driver.

'Why do I have the feeling that I'm going to regret this?' he asked himself, heading closer to the battle.

Matthew ran towards the battle, grabbing three orange Medals from his Medal Book. Normally he was rather cautious about using a Full Combo, allowing his OOO armour to match rather that mix up different pieces of it. In the series, Eiji Hino was left exhausted to the point of losing consciousness after he used such a combo himself. Matthew himself feared suffering the same condition if he dared to use the Full Combos on his own. Eiji managed to gain some endurance to using such combos eventually, but it wasn't an easy nor painless process. One that Matthew didn't want to experience himself. Now though, with the white Sekirei looking like she was going to actually kill the purple Sekirei, his caution went out the window as he slotted the three orange Medals together into the Driver before attaching it to his waist. Grabbing his O-Scanner, he swiped it across the three Medals with the familiar cry of, "Henshin!"

"KOBURA!"

"KAME!"

"WANI!"

"BURAKA~WANI!"

The three orange crests depicting a cobra, a turtle, and a crocodile appeared before fusing together and colliding with Matthew's chest, forming his armour. His helmet was black with purple eyes, but around the top of his head was what looked almost like a turban but was in fact styled to look like a coiled cobra. His torso had pointed shoulder pads that were styled like a turtle's shell while his forearms looked like they each had a half of a turtle's shell mounted on them. Lastly, his legs were covered in orange armour that look like crocodile heads with the teeth running along his inner calves and thighs.

Donned in the orange BuraKaWani Combo armor, OOO's immediately dashed towards the battle, the Wani Legs helping him to glide along the ground easily. As the white Sekirei formed a spike out of her cloth, he picked up speed. Sliding across the distance between the two, he raised his arms and connected the shields on his arms just as the white Sekirei launched her attack.

KLANG!

The cloth spike shot towards the violet Sekirei but bounced off as it hit the energy shield projected by OOO's Gora Shielduo. The two Sekirei gaped at the sudden interruption, obviously unsure what to what to make of it. OOO saw the opening for what it was and charged towards the white Sekirei with all his speed. Getting close enough, he leaped at her and unleashed a roundhouse kick. A pulse of energy shot from his O-Lung and into his Wani Legs, activating the Saw Deadsycthers. The armour pulsed and created an image of a crocodile head which aimed to bite into the white Sekirei just as the kick would have landed. The Sekiei in white raised her cloths like a shield allowing the kick to strike them instead of her. The crocodile head bit down as the kick struck, tearing through the cloth easily and ripping it away as OOO brought his foot away and landed on the ground.

The white Sekirei stumbled back, shocked at what happened to her weapons, but OOO wasn't stopping with just shocking her. He wanted her to leave. He charged forward once again, twisting much like a snake and twisting into several roundhouse kicks, tearing more and more of the white sheets apart with each attack which the Sekirei tried to defend herself from. While the lengths of cloth could be used to fight, they certainly weren't indestructible.

OOO managed to tear away several of the veils, revealing one brown eye of the Sekirei in question. On a normal day OOO might have considered tring to see her face to see if she was cute or not, but considering how cold and brutal she had been against the purple Sekirei it wasn't even a factor to the Kamen Rider. This Sekirei was more than just aggressive like Higa or Mikogami's girls, she was downright murderous. Reluctance to participate in the Sekirei Plan aside, she had to be stopped before someone got killed.

The Sekirei in white lashed out with her torn sheets, trying to drive OOO away. The currently orange Rider brought up his arms and activated the powers of his Kame Medal, blocking the sheets from striking him once again. The strikes dove away from OOO's shields, but then swerved around to strike OOO in the back knocking him to the floor.

"Ow," OOO grumbled. Looking up, he saw the white Sekirei approaching him...and that her short loincloth/skirt was looking a little...revealing from his angle. 'I see London, I see France...'

Shaking his head, OOO swept his feet in a circle to try and trip up his opponent, but she merely leaped up to avoid the blow. It did allow him to get back up to his feet. As the white Sekirei came back down, she lashed out with her torn sheets. OOO quickly began jumping backwards, letting the lengths of cloth crash into the pavement and in one case tear through a car door. Rolling away from one such blow, OOO took cover behind one of the parked cars, wincing as he heard the cloth spikes smash against it.

"Hope the owner has insurance," he muttered to himself. Sarcasm aside though, he knew that he wasn't going to be able to get near the attacking Sekirei with how she was rapidly lashing out. Looking to his armour, he began patting his chest, "Come on, where's the Burahngi?" As if responding to the request, OOO's chest plate flashed before an orange light phased out of it and into his hand, forming into the flute-like weapon known as the Burahngi. He quickly brought it to his faceplate where his mouth was and incredibly, began playing a tune not unlike a snake charmer's.

The tune echoed out and suddenly the top of OOO's helmet flashed before a large orange cobra rose up with an angry hiss. OOO then changed the tune, causing the cobra to lunge forward towards the visibly shocked Sekirei. OOO wasn't entirely sure, but he was sure that he heard the white Sekirei give off a cry of fear as the snake slithered towards her, but the music drowned her out. The torn lengths of cloth curled into drills again before lashing out at the approaching snake. OOO kept the music going, allowing the snake to dodge the attacks with almost unnatural reflexes. It soon reached the white Sekirei and curled up her leg before unleashing another hiss and digging its fangs into her thigh.

"GAH!" the Sekirei screamed, smashing the snake's head with her fist to make it let go. She stumbled back, grasping the small wound as OOO stopped playing, bringing the cobra back to his helmet. He watched her stumble, grasping the wound on her leg. The shock visible even on her concealed face seemed to reveal she knew what kind of snake had bitten her and what it would mean for her health. The Kamen Rider would admit that seeing the shock on the sick chick's face after seeing how brutally she beat her previous opponent.

"You know, cobras are pretty toxic!" OOO warned to the white Sekirei, stepping out into the street to face his opponent He didn't enter a fighting stance though. Once you know you've been bitten by a toxic snake, it tended of kill your desire to do anything else. "You can continue this fight, and risk spreading the venom faster or you can go get some help and have a chance at surviving. Your choice!"

The cloth-user was looking rather panicked at the moment. It was a universally known fact that cobras were pretty toxic animals, never mind what the one OOO had used could do. Her eyes kept darting between the purple Sekirei, OOO, and the bite on her thigh which was trailing blood. After a moment to consider it, she turned tail and leaped on top of a building and began making a run for the distance.

"Smart choice," OOO nodded to himself. Once again he silently thanked his suit on granting him the instinctual knowledge of how to fight. He wouldn't have been able to pull out a win if it didn't. Surprise and the right attacks were the only reason he could stand up to that Sekirei at all, much less successfully use a trick that could win.

After watching the skyline to make sure that the Sekirei in white was gone, OOO turned to see where the purple Sekirei was. Fortunately, she was right where he left her. She was still bleeding and still laying on the ground. Either the injuries were keeping her down or she was simply too stunned to do anything but watch for the time being. He just hoped it was the latter rather than the former. Walking over to her, OOO saw her stare stay riveted on him.

Was she blushing on top of that?

"Are you okay?" he asked plainly.

"Uh...Ah!" the girl gasped, as if coming out of a trance but then her face turned even more rosy. "Uh..y-yes. I'm okay."

"You don't look it," OOO replied, commenting on the blood trailing from her lips, her torn clothes, scrapes, and the bruises forming on her body. "I've got something that might be able to help with that if you don't mind being a little close."

"Not at all!" the purple Sekirei gasped, looking almost...eager.

OOO ignored her eagerness and lifted her up by her arms before wrapping his arms around the Sekirei. The girl gasped and clutched him tightly, almost as if she were embracing him like a lover but the Kamen Rider ignored it in favour of activating his combo's special ability. As one, the orange panels of his armour lit up before the light bathed over himself and the girl in his arms. As an added ability for using the BuraKaWani Combo, it gave OOO access to what was called the Souma Venom which contrary to its name held strong healing properties. Normally it only worked on OOO himself, but the wielder had suspected that it would also work on anybody who was in physical contact with him while BuraKaWani was in use. The purple Sekirei certainly felt it as her cuts and scrapes closed while her bruises slowly vanished. Even the cuts in her mouth vanished after a short time, leaving her blood stains and torn clothes the only indicators that she had been in any kind of battle.

Sure the healing was finished by the light in his armour dimming; OOO let the purple Sekirei go. She gave off a little moan of disappointment, but he didn't take notice of the noise or if he did he merely categorized it as some lingering pain from the wounds themselves, "There you go. Good as new once you get a bath and some new clothes." Turning, he gave a small wave, "See ya. Try not to get into such one-sided fights anymore."

OOO would have went to collect his bag, strip his armour, and hopefully not pass out from exhaustion, but his short trek was abruptly ended when something snagged his arm, wrapping around it tightly, "Huh?" Looking back, he spotted the purple Sekirei holding his limb tightly in her grip, looking up at him with a dreamy smile, "Hey!"

"I've...found you," she said softly, a blush on her cheeks and seemingly ignorant of OOO's cry of agitation. "My Ashikabi."

OOO blinked behind his helmet, his purple eyepieces trained on the Sekirei. Ashikabi: the word used to describe the human partners of a Sekirei. The ones who could unlock a Sekirei's full potential. They were the humans who would allow themselves and their Sekirei partner to compete in the Sekirei Plan. The position would be an opportunity to try and make your wildest wishes come true and ascend to the sky above. OOO was now being presented with the opportunity to join their ranks in the upcoming battles to seize his destiny and rise up above the masses. Most people would see it as a golden opportunity that only an idiot would miss, and that was with just the fact that a hot woman for all intents and purposes was all but begging you to go out with her.

OOO was silent before his mind made a decision.

'Oh...Hell No.'

This was the type of thing he was trying to avoid from the start! Getting involved with Sekirei as they attacked him was one thing, but when one of them started to try and get him involved in their sandbox war that was just something he couldn't deal with. Becoming an Ashikabi would do more harm than good for him as it would put him under MBI's radar, and he had enough trouble trying to avoid Higa and Mikogami. If he joined the Sekirei Plan they would have all the more reason to go after him. He also did not want a third party like MBI watching his every move and considering their past actions concerning the Sekirei they would likely try to pull something on him because of his abilities thanks to the Core Medals. He had been trying to keep off everyone's radar and he couldn't do that if he had one huge beacon for them all was clinging to him! He had to stop this before it went any further!

"I'm not your Ashikabi!" OOO cried out as he struggled to break free. "Now leggo!"

The dreamy look on the alien girl's face promptly vanished to be replaced by a startled one, "What? But…but…you are my Ashikabi!" the purple Sekirei cried out still clinging tightly. If anything, her grip had become that much tighter. "I could feel it! All of the signs were there! We're meant for each other, forever and ever!"

"I don't want a Sekirei!" OOO argued back, pulling his arm. He cursed mentally at the female alien's strength allowing her to keep up with his own Core Medal fuelled power. "Go find someone else!"

"Don't say that! Please! I can be a good Sekirei!" the girl insisted, her startled look now melting into one that looked like a fair bit of heartbreak mixed in together with growing desperation. "I can fight next to you! I can cook! I can take care of your every need! I even put out!"

"I SAID NO!" OOO shouted back, breaking his arm free from the Sekirei's grip with one sharp tug. The purple Sekirei stumbled back slightly, losing her footing from not having something to pull on so suddenly. It was an opportunity that the Kamen Rider was quick to pick up on. He quickly ran for his things and pulled out his Medal Book, grabbing one of the yellow Medals. Ignoring the approaching purple Sekirei and her cries to wait, OOO slotted the yellow Medal in place of the Wani Medal before scanning it.

"KOBURA!"

"KAME!"

"CHEETAH!"

Three crests appeared and formed together before fusing with OOO, replacing the lower section of the orange crest with a yellow cheetah. His legs likewise were replaced with yellow sections of amour which ended in silver boots with vents at the back. Change complete, OOO grabbed his bag before he took off running. With his new legs though, he sped down the street in an orange and yellow blur, leaving the purple Sekirei behind.

"Ashikabi-sama..." the Sekirei gasped, coming to a stop. She could only stare at where her Ashikabi had run off, her eyes growing misty as the full impact of what had happened fell on her. Tears began falling from her eyes, outdone only by the growing hurt that appeared next to those tears. She then dropped to her knees, looking into the distance with heartbreak pouring from her eyes just as much as her tears, "Why did you run away?" Her mind a blur of hurt, sadness, and heartbreak, the purple Sekirei dropped her face into her hands and began to sob.


Standing on top of one of the buildings overlooking the battlefield that had used to be a simple street was an unusual man. He was obviously handsome, but the cloth mask covering his features from the nose down kept them hidden. His hair was a startling shade of silver despite his youthful looks. He wore a black trench coat over further black clothes. What was odd about him though was the lingering embers which were swirling around his hand as if he had just ended a possible attack.

His name was Homura, also known as Sekirei Number 06.

Homura was very different from his fellow Sekirei, aside from being one of the few male ones that is. As a single digit, his power was somewhat greater than most of the other Sekirei which in the little competition they found themselves in meant he had an advantage. Rather than take part in the competition though, he instead pledged himself to protect his fellow birds until the time that they all had their destined Ashikabis. Most times he was successful and protected the lost birds, but other times he failed utterly and saw as an unwinged Sekirei was forced with an Ashikabi they didn't want or were terminated before even having a chance at finding them.

He had been heading back from protecting a Sekirei called Kaho from the Lightning Twins when he heard the sounds of battle off to the side. Moving quickly, he happened upon the battle between the Veiled Sekirei and Number 72: Natsu. He knew that Natsu was unwinged so he had conjured some of his fire to protect her and get her away before the Veiled Sekirei could take her down. His plan of action was interrupted though when the man in the orange and black armour appeared and rescued Natsu himself. Now intrigued, Homura kept his fireball made just in case things went south but he decided to watch rather than act.

The battle was short, as most battles were, but the armoured man pulled out a win by bringing out that weird cobra from his helmet and having it bite the Veiled Sekirei. Before that, the battle looked like it may have gone either way. The man was able to block just about any attack that the Veiled Sekirei threw at him and his kicks were actually capable of shredding the cloth which his opponent used to attack with. Of course, the Veiled Sekirei had gotten wise and began using attacks that would go around the shields to strike her opponent so the edge wasn't entirely on him. The shocking part was when the man somehow brought a giant cobra out of his head to attack the Veiled Sekirei. How that happened, Homura wasn't even going to try and explain.

Homura didn't doubt that the Veiled Sekirei would recover from the cobra bite. MBI medical facilities were neutral and would treat any Sekirei that was grievously injured. She'd be back soon enough and he'd have to keep an eye out for her if she kept going after unwinged Sekirei.

He then observed what the armoured man did next, his armour somehow actually healing the damage that the Veiled Seirei had done to Natsu. After it was finished, the man seemed to intend to just wave, say goodbye, and head on his way. It was a standard procedure Homura himself did after he saved a Sekirei from danger. Natsu it seemed had other ideas when she latched onto his arm and tried to keep him in place. It brought a smile to Homura's face when he saw the blush on Natsu's features. The armoured man was her Ashikabi it seemed. That was good. It would be a hell of an advantage to her in the battles to come.

Rather than see a winging and speaking of an oath, much to Homura's shock he instead saw the armoured man actually shrug Natsu off and head towards a bag. Natsu tried to get him to stop and listen to reason but he swapped out his orange legs for yellow ones before he was gone, literally like a speeding bullet. Natsu was left behind, crying her eyes out at how her intended Ashikabi had refused her and then run, not giving her the chance to try and plead her case and profess her feelings.

The Fire-type Sekirei could only feel a surge of pity towards the crying Weapon-Type. If there was anything more cruel to a Sekirei than being forced to wing to someone else, being taken away from their Ashikabi, or not meeting them at all, it had to be actually finding their Ashikabi but being refused to be given their crest and love. Homura didn't expect humans to really understand the depth of the Ashikabi role to a Sekirei when they first met their future partners but to see someone refuse it so quickly especially when they themselves were so unusual without waiting for an explanation was downright shocking.

Sighing, he dispelled his embers and simply watched as Natsu continued to cry, "I guess you'll be without wings a little while longer."

The sounds of Natsu's sobs were of little comfort.

Dammit, he hated his job sometimes.


A far distance away, OOO skidded to a halt at long last. Panting, he grabbed his O-Driver and removed it, allowing his armour to vanish. To his pleasant surprise, other than being short on breath from running for a while he felt perfectly fine. Whatever was forcing Eiji Hino to become so exhausted whenever he used a Full Combo hadn't seemed to apply to Matthew this time. He would have pondered it, but his mind was on other things.

"I got away..." he uttered, relieved to not having been dragged into the Sekirei Plan. Hefting his bag over his shoulder, he looked for a decent place to sit down and ended up finding a bus station bench. Plopping down on it, he hefted a sigh before rubbing the bridge of his nose. So far his day was not looking all that well. First he got jumped by Mikogami's girls for the Core Medals again, then he got in the middle of a Sekirei brawl which his conscience would not let him leave alone, and he almost got dragged into the Sekirei Plan entirely when the Sekirei he saved tried to get him to become her Ashikabi.

'Some days, it's just not right to get out of bed,' Matthew thought to himself

Thinking about the battle and the aftermath unfortunately brought back the image of that Sekirei who'd pleaded with him so desperately to become her Ashikabi. She had grabbed his arm rather tightly, making it feel like were it not for his suit he may have lost feeling in it. She looked so shocked when he turned her down and afterwards started looking downright desperate. Amongst all of the pleading and desperate cries though it seemed like she was actually hurt by his rejection, like saying no to her pleas of becoming her Ashikabi had caused her physical pain. After that was her pleading which didn't make her rejection face any easier to ignore…

"Please! I can be a good Sekirei! I can fight next to you! I can cook! I can take care of your every need! I even put out!"

Matthew smacked his hand across his face. No! He needed to just forget her and move on. Nothing good could come from a partnership with a Sekirei and he was better off without one, even if she was quite beautiful. She should find a nice, normal Ashikabi that would be more than grateful to have her. He had no interest in the Sekirei Plan or whatever bullshit prize the nutjob behind it all offered to the people who were taking part. He had seen enough suspicious tournaments in anime to know that the prize was likely just a fib the guy in charge offered so he could use something the combatants had. Secret tournaments like this were never on the up and up. Besides, there were probably a lot of guys out there who were compatible with her and more willing to take up the fight.

Still...he hated having to make a girl sad like that.

No, he shouldn't feel guilty about something like this. She could take care of herself.

She didn't need him.


Ten-Faced Paladin: And we see more trouble that MacGregor can get himself into aside from hanging out with Louise. Like with my other fics, love it if you want to see it continue with reviews or leave it.