Miss Alice was conspicuously absent from the school, the new teacher was revealed when Chiho's class had the first economics lesson after the LuthorCorp fiasco.

They were surprised when the school quarterback, Clark Kent, walked into the classroom and stood by the whiteboard.

"The chances that you don't know who I am are very slim." Clark began. "For those of you who have managed to live under a rock, I am Clark Kent. I am now a former pupil of this school and the former starting quarterback for the school team.

"You are probably wondering why a jock is standing in the teachers spot for an economics class. I need a volunteer."

Clark looked around the class; he didn't want Chiho for this one. "Ah, Casey, come up here to my desk."

They young girl nervously walked up to the desk where the school hero stood smiling. "Are you any good with computers and search engines?"

She shrugged, too nervous to speak.

"Well, what I want you to do is go to the website for the Japanese company MBI and find the information on the owner of the company. We will be watching on the projector." He indicated the digital projector connected to the laptop on his desk: the teacher's desk.

This did not improve her nerves but she bravely took her seat and started her search.

"How many of you have heard of MBI?" Clark asked the rest of the class.

Every hand went up.

"How many of you own something made by MBI?"

About seventy percent of the hands went up.

"So you are aware that MBI is a global company that is based in Japan. Tokyo, specifically."

There were some head nods.

Clark jabbed a finger at the board where the results of Casey's search were displayed, Casey was staring at the computer with an open mouth.

"That is why I am teaching this class today." Clark said. "I am the owner of MBI, I also own most of Matheson Industries. I count amongst my friends Harry Potter and Bruce Wayne of Wayne Industries, the Prime Minister of Japan and the ruler of North Korea, also the Queen of the Amazons.

"Your task for the day is to use your computers to find out as much accurate information as you can about me. Find out business facts and make sure you double-check your sources and their authenticity. Having accurate information about a business and its key players is important when working in economics. Type your findings in a document and save it to your drive and I will mark it online."


"How did I do Chiho?" Clark asked once they were alone in the classroom.

"You were a teacher. But you have always been a teacher or a leader." She said simply.

"I've always been a farm boy." Clark contested lightly. "Since I've met Harry I've been thrown into the role of guardian for an entire town… and now the world. I've never taught someone before."

"I know that is false. Ryan speaks happily about what you taught him, Kusano as well." She replied.

"Well I don't know if this is my calling, if you will. But it felt good. I will only be handling the class for a few weeks until they find a better teacher."

"I might know someone, but they do not know English." Chiho frowned.

"Oh?"

"Kochou, Number 22. She is very gifted and likes to deal with businesses."

"Right, Kakizaki's Sekirei. From Higa's empire." Clark nodded.

When he had taken over the company from Higa he had all the Ashikabi's serving Higa confined until the telepaths could clear them. Kakizaki was a typical sycophantic minion; he obeyed whoever held the most power, which was now Clark. But none of them were happy to let the man be an Ashikabi so Harry had severed the bond in Kochou's favour and sent Kakizaki away to live his life with a damaged soul as punishment.

Kochou was one of the Lost Sekirei. She was waiting to find her Ashikabi and purpose in life.

Chiho nodded. "Not all Ashikabis can be Japanese, you, Logan and Harry are not Japanese. Maybe this will give her the chance to find her Ashikabi here."

Clark had to agree that keeping the unbound Sekirei in Tokyo was severely limiting their chances.

"Alright, we'll go and talk to her after school." Clark decided.

"We?"

"It was your idea." Clark smirked.


Later that night there was a mental message sent out to all magicals from Helen.

"I've got a teenager in the hospital with a Kryptonite enhanced bomb holding everyone hostage. I could use some help."

"Dad and I are en route." Harry sent back.

"You want me to disarm it?" Xander asked Harry.

"If you can. I will try and talk the kid down."

"Disarm what?" Clark asked.

"Kryptonite bomb. Some kid at the hospital is threatening to blow the place."

"Need any help?"

"From you? Mister I-Become-A-Useless-Heap-Around-Green-Glowing-Rocks ?"

Clark blushed. "I'll start my patrol of Metropolis."


"Garrett! You want to explain what you think you are doing?" Harry demanded as he stood twenty feet away from the young Garrett Davis.

"Dr. Potter? I said no one was allowed in!"

"I work here kid. When I'm not at the school I'm here. Now why are you threatening all these innocent people?"

"My brother is dying! Or- he died but then he came back- he needs a liver transplant- if he doesn't get it… we all die." Garrett said with tear filled eyes.

"And where did you plan on getting a liver? One that has been type-matched for your brother and isn't currently in use?" Harry snapped. "Why do all these people deserve to suffer because you can't accept the natural order of life?"

"Natural order? That's my brother!" Garrett shouted.

"Yes you little idiot! He was born, he lives and like all things he will now die. The only thing that separates us is how we die!"

"Not if he gets a liver!"

"Again, where do you intend to get a liver?"

Garrett thought about that for a second. "There have to be livers here."

"Sure." Harry shrugged. "Couple of hundred. Each one in use and only a fraction of them is any good for your brother."

"Then find someone who is dying and take theirs!"

"Fine, get on a gurney and I'll remove your liver and put it in your brother."

"What?"

"You are the most likely candidate for a liver donor as a living relative. If you want your brother to live so badly then surely you are willing to give him yours."

"I- I don't want to die."

"Well neither does anyone else. I'll bet your brother doesn't want to either. So, your options are simple. You can let your brother die, which will be entirely your fault by the way, or you can sacrifice yourself.

"Tell me, what would your brother do?" Harry asked.

Garrett was clearly conflicted, he knew his brother wouldn't understand and would disappointed… maybe even hate him for what he was doing.

"Times ticking Garrett. Every second you have that bomb strapped to you is another second your liver is being damaged by the Kryptonite." Harry said calmly. It wasn't entirely true but he didn't want Garrett thinking too hard.

"Fine! Do it. Take my liver and give it to Vince." He said in a highly stressed voice. "But I keep the bomb and I stay awake for the procedure."

"Doesn't work like that Garrett. You can't be awake and hold the bomb. One or the other."

"Make it happen!"

"Science hasn't gotten that far. Now either lose the bomb or lose your brother."

"I want a gun."

"You don't need a gun. I said I would do it and I will. Now stop messing around and lose the bomb before the sharpshooters out there get impatient."

"They shoot me and the bomb goes off."

"I wouldn't rely on that logic to stop them." Harry said dryly. "You do realise you are standing right in the line of a sniper's perfect shot?"

Garrett suddenly dived to the left behind a gurney as a bullet tore through the glass window behind Harry and through the space he was just occupying.

Then he panicked as he realised he had released his dead-man's switch.

"Oh god oh god oh god! We're all gonna die!" He panicked.

"Eventually yes. But next time you build a bomb, ask an expert to check it." Harry smirked.

Meanwhile Xander Harris just stood there invisibly watching the whole thing with a smile as he enjoyed his son's work.

"Now lose the damned bomb so I can do the transplant." Harry ordered.

"You- You'll still do it?" Garrett was now sweating heavily.

"I said I would and I will." Harry said seriously.


"I want that sharpshooter down here now!" Sheriff Adams barked angrily. Beside her stood Clark Kent and Scott Summers.

"I assume he didn't hit his target?" Clark asked.

"Xander says he moved within seconds of being shot." Scott reported.

"How the hell did he know to do that?" Adams demanded.

"The telepaths are monitoring the snipers." Scott explained. "They warned Harry that one of them had an itchy trigger finger and he made some comments that made the boy move. Beyond that… luck."

"Which is not an Aspect… amazingly." Clark said with some mild disbelief.

"Situation has been resolved." Scott said suddenly. "Harry is taking the boy to surgery to do a liver transplant for the brother."

"What? That boy needs to be locked up!"

"He will be, after Harry has managed to save one more life today."

"Dammit." The Sheriff swore unhappily. "Where is the bomb?"

"Lana and Helen have it and are waiting for the bomb squad to come and retrieve it." Scott answered. "But we have to wait for the phone call first, unless you want your men to think you have telepathy."


"Excuse me, this is a secure site. Do you have authorisation to be down here?" The Vision was currently disguised as an African-American male whilst he was working on the Kawatche Caves and the Kryptonian technology housed there.

He was not pleased when he found someone wandering around when the place was supposed to be deserted.

"And you are?"

The Vision shouldn't have been surprised to see that it was Lionel Luthor who was calmly walking around as though he owned the place.

"Authorised to be here, unlike you. Please leave before you have to be escorted off the premises."

"No need to be hasty, I assure you. I-"

"No doubt have lots to say but none of it worth anything." The Vision was surprised that Clark was the one who responded to his discrete message. Although in hindsight, Clark was probably one of the few of the natives in this universe to always wear an Avengers transmitter.

"Ah, Mr. Kent. I was wondering if I might find you down here."

"Out Lionel. You have no business here, you are trespassing." Clark said firmly.

"Manners Mr. Kent." Lionel said tightly. "Always remember your manners."

"Manners are for civilised people, I don't waste them on people like you." Clark said as he started walking towards Lionel.

"I would suggest you don't touch meeeEEEE!" Lionel squealed as Clark ignored him and dragged him away from The Vision by the back of his jacket; Lionel's heels were leaving tracks in the floor.

The Vision watched on in mild amusement.


In Metropolis a new train system had been installed and was being unveiled that very day. On board were all manner of reporters and politicians. The train was unique in that it used magnets to essentially hover over the track and provide a frictionless means of travel but it was propelled by a couple of scaled down jet engines and capable of speeds upwards of 300mph. The average citizen thought it was a waste of money and a danger as anything travelling at that speed was likely to cause disruption in the city and a single accident could take out a large swath.

Tonight was its maiden journey and it would be a show case ride as it reached its maximum safe speed of 350mph.

The journey started well enough with photos and congratulations to the designers and the company that built it, namely LuthorCorp. Lionel and Lex had begged off boarding the train due to prior engagements. This would raise some interesting questions in the press no doubt.

After about ten minutes the train began its acceleration, within five minutes it had reached 350mph.

Within seven minutes it reached 400mph.

It wasn't slowing down.

"Didn't this happen in an episode of the Simpsons?" X-23 asked as she stood next to Superman on one of the nearby skyscrapers.

Superman looked at her with an amused look.

"I like comedy." She shrugged unrepentantly.

"How did they stop it?"

"In the Simpsons? Lucky shot with a makeshift anchor."

"Right, cartoon physics." Superman muttered.

"Says the man who can lift large objects into orbit." She retorted teasingly.

"Any ideas on how to stop this train? If we try anything physical it will be torn to pieces and people will die." Superman said seriously.

"You could take out the engines at the back. Let it slow down on its own."

"If I don't take them out simultaneously I risk derailing the train."

"Is Green Lantern on the planet?"

"Why?" Superman asked curiously.

"Well…"


Whilst Superman and X-23 were dealing with a run away train, Martha and Jonathan had their own issues to deal with. A team of FBI agents had stormed onto their property and started tearing the place to pieces. They were now trying to keep Ryan calm with all the disturbing minds around.

"You had better have a damned good reason for being in my town without informing me." Sheriff Adams snarled as she drove up with Amara.

"This is a Federal issue and doesn't concern local law enforcement." The lead agent said as he approached.

"I want to see the warrant." Amara demanded.

The paper was handed over and Amara immediately pulled out her phone.

"Who are you calling?" The agent asked.

"Washington. Need to verify this warrant."

"I'm afraid I can't let you do that." The Agent stated calmly as he snatched the phone away.

"Now see here! You had better explain yourself or I will have you hauled in for assault." Adams said loudly.

"Don't worry Sheriff, he's not really FBI." Amara smirked. "Too bad for him, because this is really going to hurt."

"Just stay put girl. We'll be done soon-"

"Sir!"

"What?!" The Agent demanded angrily.

"Sir, you'd better see this."

The Agent turned from a grinning Amara and fairly annoyed and exasperated Sheriff to see his men backing out of the house with their guns trained on an impressive array of women dressed in short black Japanese style dresses holding katanas.

"You have attacked our friends." The purple-haired one stated coldly. She had glowing wings that looked like they were made of solid light. "Allow us to respond in kind."

What happened next was a blur. A blur that lasted less than five seconds and ended with about thirty fired bullets and lots of unconscious men on the floor.

The lead agent just watched in horror as the purple-haired woman advanced on him.

"The Japanese people do not appreciate it when their friends and family are attacked. You have two choices. You can talk, or we can make you talk."

"He wants the second one." Amara whispered loudly over the man's shoulder.


Hal wasn't on the planet but he had access to magical powers as did the rest of the Corp thanks to Harry and he and Sinestro were quickly on scene to help out.

"What's the plan?" Hal asked as they watched the train get faster, it was currently nearing 600mph.

"Can your rings create a frictionless surface?" X-23 asked.

"They produce energy in any form we wish." Sinestro answered.

"Superman will detach a section of track far ahead of the train, you two duplicate the track sending it into the sky. Send it in circles whilst it's up there. Whilst that happens Superman will begin detaching the carriages one by one and placing them on the ground."

"Can you two take out the engines at the back simultaneously without causing a disruption?" Superman asked.

Hal and Sinestro shared a look before Hal shrugged. "Probably. It would be easier to board the train and just disconnect the fuel line though."

"I can't get on the train with disturbing the airflow and causing problems. Hal, you know the most about jets, can you do it?"

"Sure."

"Can I ask why you do not do so yourself?" Sinestro asked X-23.

"We want to limit the exposure of more 'heroes'. We especially want to keep magic quiet for a bit longer. If one of you phases through the train people will assume it is a standard ability of the Green Lanterns. Which it is, now." She finished with a smirk.

"Let's get to work then." Hal said as he took to the air and shot off.

"Impetuous human." Sinestro muttered in annoyance. "Is there anything else we should know?"

"Not that we can think of." Superman answered.


It had been some time since the train had escaped control, in that time an elite team of military personnel where closely watching the situation.

"It's been too long Luthor. The train has breached 600 miles per hour and there hasn't a whisper of a so called 'superhero'." General Lane said tightly to the man to his left, Lionel Luthor.

"Patience General. The potential disaster is more than enough to bring one of those bleeding heart aliens to the scene."

"And if it doesn't the 'potential disaster' will take out a large swath of Metropolis." Lane countered. "I'm giving it five minutes and then we are shutting this down."

"And what exactly are you going to say to the press? How are you going to explain that this runaway train suddenly came back under control?" Lionel challenged.

"Simple, we can just say that one of the passengers managed to disable the engines. I am not letting that thing break the sound barrier."

"I thought you were stronger than this General." Lionel said with disappointment.

"Spare me your patronising Luthor. What I am is clearly smarter than you." The General said dismissively.

"General, we have contacts." A nearby soldier called out from his station.

"Who?"

"Two Green Lanterns and Superman."

"Three of them?"

"Yes sir. The human Lantern has broken off and is heading for the train."

"If they have a plan already then they must have been nearby all this time." The General frowned. "Find out why we couldn't detect them before this."

"There is another possible explanation." Lex said from where he was reclining in the General's chair nearby. "Maybe they were monitoring the situation from their base and only left when they had their plan formulated."

"A base?!" Lane said in horror. "You have any proof of this, Junior?"

"It's Mr. Luthor, Lex if you need to distinguish myself from my father." Lex scowled.

"Answer the question."

"No proof, just a simple amount of logic. It's truly not surprising your people didn't think of it." He said condescendingly.

The General span around to face the men stationed at the array of monitors and computers. "I want people tracking these aliens every millisecond. I want to know where they go when they are done, I want to know where they call home!"

"Sir, the train is losing speed."

"How?"

"The human Green Lantern entered the train and shut down the engines, sir."

"How did he get in without breaching the hull and causing decompression?" Lionel demanded.

"He appeared to phase through the hull, sir."

"Brilliant. Just fucking brilliant." The General swore. "Another ability these monsters have displayed."

"Sir… the Superman is stopping the train." The soldier said hesitantly.

"Yes we expected that." The Lane said dismissively.

"With his index finger sir."

"What?" Lane spun to the man's screen and saw what was happening.

True enough, Superman was flying backwards in front of the train whilst putting a single index finger on the nose and pushing.

"How is he not buckling the metal?!"

"I don't believe he is using much force at all sir. It might take another twenty minutes at this rate but he will stop the train this way."

"Without causing a single bit of damage to the hull." Lex said with a frown. "Do you think he knows this is a set up?"

"How? Most of Washington doesn't know about my department." Lane said.

"I suppose it all depends on what he has in his base." Lionel said in a bored tone.

"I may have a lead on that, I don't wish to say anything more at the moment but I may have stumbled upon something in my files." Lex said with a pointed look at his father. They weren't his files; they were his original's.


"A finger?" Hal asked in amusement as he and Sinestro flew down to meet Superman at the station where he had forced the train to stop.

"It was all I needed." Superman shrugged.

"Superman! Superman! How were you able to stop the train with just a finger?" A reporter called out.

"I just slowed it down. Green Lantern did the hard part by boarding the train and turning the engines off."

"Green Lantern!"

"Which one?" Hal asked with a smirk.

"Erm… you?"

"What?"

"Do you have any comment to make about the train system?"

"Yeah, it is the dumbest idea I have ever heard of. That thing has a nuclear generator, if I hadn't shut it down then it would have run for years and broken the sound barrier. LuthorCorp has a lot of explaining to do and so do the people who authorised the construction." Hal said seriously.

"Let's go." Superman told the two Lanterns.

The trio sped into the sky eventually hitting orbit where Hal grabbed Superman and teleported away with him.


"DAMMIT!" Lane cursed.

"They probably travel like that on purpose in order to avoid being tracked." Lex said unconcernedly. "If you really want to track them you will have to tag them with a device."

"Do we even have anything that they won't detect or will survive their teleporting ability?" Lionel asked.

"If we don't then you two had better figure one out." Lane snarled at the two billionaires. "This whole fiasco was a waste of time."

"I wouldn't say that, General." Lex said as he stood and walked over to the large table in the centre of the room. It doubled as a horizontal touch screen display and he brought up images of the three 'heroes'. "We learnt that they have the ability to work as a team. Other than the day-to-day crime we have never seen them act alone. Maybe we should investigate a new strategy, divide and conquer?"


Clark, Hal and Sinestro landed at the castle in civilian wear. Hal had cast a few glamours over Sinestro so he could pass for human. They were greeted by Laura.

"Nice work gentlemen." She smiled. "I thought you were going to have to move the whole train, I take it the engines were simpler than you thought?" She asked Hal.

"No, they were more dangerous." Hal frowned. "Nuclear powered trains? It was like watching Chernobyl on wheels."

"What did you do with the nuclear materials?" Clark asked.

"I teleported them out to space and pushed them towards the sun."

"Oh… I really hope it doesn't cause solar flares." Clark said worriedly.

"Oops, I forgot about that." Hal winced.

"As good as it is to visit with you we must be getting back to our patrol." Sinestro said respectfully.

"Many thanks for your help, both of you." Laura said with an incline of her head, which Sinestro returned. "Safe journeys to you both."

"And to you." Sinestro said before he placed a hand on Hal's shoulder and they disappeared.

"Where is everybody?" Clark asked.

"You're going to love this." Laura laughed as she grabbed Clark and teleported them.

They arrived outside the Kent house to see the Sekirei standing guard over the so-called FBI men.

"Did someone declare war on us?" Clark asked as they walked up to Amara, Jonathan, Martha and Sheriff Adams.

"They were searching for something." Amara answered. "The Key."

"From my ship?"

"Apparently, Lionel sent them."

"We need to increase security around the Kawatche Caves. Lionel was down there the other day, The Vision isn't always down there so he may have been down there before." Clark said.

"What are you planning on doing then?"

"We're waiting for people from the State Department to arrive with the Japanese Ambassador." Amara explained. "All Kents are covered by diplomatic immunity."

"Where's Ryan?" Clark asked suddenly.

"He's at the castle with the others." Martha answered. "He's the one who told us what they were looking for, Jean is trying to work with him to clear his mind as these men had some… evil thoughts." She glared at the hogtied group.

"I don't suppose these men are going to confess willingly and point the finger at Luthor?" Clark asked.

"They were paid enough and have plenty of faith that Luthor will get them out." Amara said tiredly.

"I supposed it would be a shame if they all suddenly felt compelled to tell the truth. The whole truth and nothing but the truth." Clark said glibly.

The four magicals shared a look.

"Why don't you tell the Sheriff about your adventures in Metropolis, Clark." Laura suggested as they stalked towards the men.

"I guess they don't want me to know what they are about to do?" Adams sighed.

Clark grinned at her weakly. "It really is a good story."


The men masquerading as FBI agents were hauled away by real officials under the critical and disgusted eyes of the Japanese Ambassador who spent most of his time relaying the words of the Japanese Prime Minister. Needless to say the American Officials spent most of their time on the phone getting an earful from the President of the United States.

Lionel Luthor was again hauled in for questioning. Nobody was holding their breath though; the man was more slippery than an eel.

"Musubi, you are spending the day with me." Clark smiled as he greeted his Sekirei and girlfriends at the breakfast table.

"I am?"

"She is?"

Came the assorted responses.

"One of the reasons I quit school was because I wasn't spending enough time with my Sekirei. I spend plenty of time with Kyla at school and after school, but with my patrolling and responsibilities in Tokyo I don't have the time to spend the rest of you."

"Wow, you came up with this all on your own Clark?" Harry asked.

"Yes!" Clark said, slightly annoyed that they doubted him.

"Well, good." Harry nodded in approval. "Have fun."

"Will you be spending a day with each of us, husband?" Tsukiumi asked.

Clark nodded. "I figure I will spend the next few weeks with each of you and then you can join me when you want."

"And I have to sit through boring classes everyday." Kyla lamented.

"Well so do I, so it's not like you will be alone." Lana pointed out. "You three are still staying in school, right?"

She asked the Cuckoos.

"Yes, we'd also prefer if you Amazons stayed in as well. We could use a team within the student body to deal with the kryptonite infected." Phoebe said seriously.

"Agreed." Amara added. "If you wish, you may consider this a task for Amazons." She smiled.

"Better than nothing." Kyla shrugged.

All of the Smallville Amazons where desperate to return to Themiscyra and their sisters. They missed their friends and the whole concept of a tribe answerable to their Queen and Goddesses.

"What are we doing today Clark?" Musubi asked.

"Just hanging around Tokyo for the most part. Dealing with any Sekirei and Ashikabi problems that arise, the usual." Clark shrugged.

"Kazehana, make sure you get him into a suit before he leaves." Kyla instructed.

"What? Why?" Clark asked worriedly.

"Because that is how a man of power should dress, especially if you are photographed." Chiho said with a smile. "You have students at Smallville writing essays on you after all."

"I can't be photographed, Chiho. How will I explain travelling between Tokyo and Smallville in minutes? I still have a few classes left to teach as well, only three today though."

"Oh! Ours is today!" Celeste said happily.

"Should we bring an apple for teacher?" Mindee asked, fluttering her eyelashes.

"How about you just help me get through this without causing a scene?"

"Spoilsport." Kyla muttered.

%

Clark sat behind the desk in his fairly luscious office just off the balcony he shared with the Disciplinary Squads common room at the top of MBI Towers. Behind him stood Musubi who was smiling happily because she was with her Ashikabi. Across the desk, in two chairs, were an Ashikabi and Sekirei: male and female respectively.

"I don't understand why you felt the need to try and sneak out of the city." Clark said in his flawless Japanese. "The rules are simple and designed to allow you as much freedom as possible whilst ensuring your safety and the safety of others. Why didn't you just follow procedure?"

Kazehana and Uzume had tracked the young couple trying to sneak out of the city in the cargo carriage of a train. All Sekirei and Ashikabis had to register travel movements with MBI so that the company and the government could make sure they were safe.

"If you had told us what you wanted we would have arranged transport and accommodation." Clark said wearily.

"We just want to be free! We don't want to fight! We can't fight!" Haruka Shigi, the young Ashikabi said angrily.

"Nobody fights anymore." Clark frowned. "If Sekirei want to fight they have to come to us and fight in a special arena where we monitor them and ensure they don't kill each other."

"Sure, that's what you say, but we've heard the rumours, we've been confronted by other Sekirei and challenged. We know the truth!" Haruka spat.

"Hey! Clark isn't lying!" Musubi said, clearly hurt on Clark's behalf. "He makes sure all the Sekirei are safe."

"Then why did your Disciplinary Squad attack us?" Haruka demanded.

"Attack is a strong word." Clark said calmly. "They apprehended you breaking the law. Now if it had been someone like Miya or Mutsu who came after you, well we might be having this meeting in the hospital."

"They trapped us in those blankets!" Haruka said referring to Uzume's veils.

"You were running away!" Clark countered.

"We told you! We don't want to fight!"

"And we told you! Nobody fights! I am beginning to realise why you keep failing the college entrance exams." Clark sighed.

"Hey!"

"I'm fed up of arguing with you." Clark waved a hand at Haruka dismissively. Instead he turned to the Sekirei, Kuno, who was a very timid young woman. "Kuno, what do you want to do?"

"I- I want to be with Haruka."

"And that won't change." Clark assured her. "But what do you want to do in life, you have plenty of options."

"I don't know… I don't want to keep running, I'm not very good at it." She said nervously as she glanced at Haruka.

Clark pressed a button on the intercom. "Miya, if they are available I could use Mutsu and Kazehana please."

A few moments later the requested Sekirei entered in their uniforms. The only member of the squads who didn't wear the uniform was Uzume, and that was because her costume was her weapon.

"Meet Haruka and Kuno. Haruka is completely convinced that we will force Kuno to fight. Kuno doesn't know what she wants to do in life but I think she needs a rest.

"Kazehana, please take Kuno and pamper her, do whatever you want and charge it to the company. Mutsu, take Haruka and escort him around the building and anywhere else he wants to go. Then bring them both back tomorrow."

"Perhaps it would be best to wait until the morning?" Mutsu suggested. "It is late."

Clark frowned and glanced at the digital clock on the wall. He'd forgotten the time difference. There was an array of clocks for each time zone.

"You're right, Kazehana, take Kuno to get some sleep. But Mutsu, escort Haruka until say, one in the morning, you can continue tomorrow when you are ready."

"Of course Clark. She will sleep like a baby in her mother's arms!" Kazehana cooed happily as she grabbed Kuno between her ample breasts.

"Kazehana, try not to kill her." Clark said pointedly as he pointed out Kuno couldn't breathe.

"Yeah, not everybody can hold their breath as long as Clark." Musubi said innocently, Clark still blushed.


"Hi Daddy! Hi Akitsu! Hi Dani!"

"Musubi, just Harry out in public, remember?" Harry said with a wince as he checked around for any souls that might have heard Musubi's excited greeting.

"Oh, I'm sorry! I keep forgetting!" She said with a blush.

"So why are you here?" Dani asked with a smile.

"Clark is teaching his class and he said I might be too much of a distraction."

Dani just snorted a laugh. Musubi had changed out of her uniform and into her favourite clothes of a short skirt and shirt. But nothing was going to hide the girl's immense chest. The only reason Akitsu dressed more conservatively was because she still had trouble being apart from Harry. She still worried that he would vanish again and leave her alone.

"What did you get up to this morning?" Harry asked, not wanting to get into the minefield of women's bust sizes.

"Clark had to tell an Ashikabi and Sekirei off because they were trying to sneak out of the city. They kept accusing Clark of making Sekirei fight! Only the Discipline Squad fights and only to protect the Sekirei." She said clearly upset at someone saying Clark was doing something wrong.

"Well Clark can handle it. He's got a good backbone and picks up on how to handle people pretty quickly." Harry assured her.