Yoh! Zeta here with Chap. 2! First of all…wow 100+ views for just the first chapter? Who woulda thought? And I got some pretty interesting reviews. So let's answer a couple of them.

bamafelix: Cut me some slack will ya? I'm still new to this!

revan193: Ehhh….I don't think it would work well in a Sekirei fanfic. I think that idea would be best suited for a Naruto or Bleach crossover fanfic.

Mzr90: Sorry. But I kinda like Musubi. She's a strong fighter with an innocent heart, and a busty chest…even if she IS a bit of a ditz. And don't worry. She's the ONLY sekirei from Minato's flock that I'm using. Also, I may use one or two of your suggested girls ^^

ZuttoAragi: Thank you for PMing the critique to me. It's really helpful. Also thank you for the title. It sounds TONS better than the title I came up with. And out of you're three top picks, I might use one, since you're already using the other two. XD

Now that we got those taken care of for the moment, lemme get this outta the way.

I DON'T OWN SEKIREI! NOT THE ANIME! NOT THE MANGA!

Now then, I've bored you long enough. On to the story!

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Daisuke was having a rather weird day. One moment, he was having a normal day, getting out of school and going home. Then the next thing he knew a brunette dressed like a miko falls from the sky and crashes into him, two girl wearing S&M costumes appear with lightning dancing around them, and the most confusing part was that this girl, who calls herself Musubi, says that she's a Sekirei and he is her Ashikabi. The only problem with that is he has no idea what the EITHER of those are. And just when he thought his day couldn't get any screwier, there was that one phone call…

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Flashback

Daisuke was staring blankly at Musubi who was starting to get a little worried.

"Daisuke-san? Are you okay?" she asked.

He blinked a few times and shook his head, "Y-yeah. I'm fine. Just…surprised, that's all." He answered. "So…I'm now an Ashikabi…"

Musubi nodded, "Yep!"

"And you're a Sekirei"

"Uh-huh! A fist-type."

Daisuke scratched his cheek, "Ooookay…What are those exactly?" he asked, utterly lost. Musubi was about to answer when his smartphone started vibrating. "Hm?" he took the phone out of his pocket. "'Private Number'? I wonder who could be calling me?" he said and pushed 'Accept' and put the phone to his ear, "Hello?" Only have his ears blasted by a loud eccentric voice.

"CONGRATULATIONS DAISUKE MOTOHIRO! YOU ARE NOW A CONTESTANT IN…..!"

*click*

Daisuke put the phone back, his ears ringing like hell.

"Who was it, Daisuke-san?" Musubi asked, curious.

The electric-haired teen shrugged and replied, "Wrong number." Then his phone vibrated again. He looked and saw 'Private Number' again. He sighed and answered, "Yes?"

"I'm sorry. There seemed to be a connection problem." The voice said.

"Nope. I just hung up." Daisuke replied nonchalantly.

"Yes well, anyways…"

"And if you're gonna blast my eardrums again, I'm hanging up again and chucking this phone into the river…wait…how DID you get this number? And how do you even know my name?"

"That's a secret of mine. As I was saying, congratulations on winging Sekirei #88! You are now a contestant in the glorious game called the Sekirei Plan! You and your sekirei get to battle other ashikabis and their sekireis. And the last pair standing shall ascend to the heavens above! Truly, this is a game of the gods!"

"And clearly, you need mental therapy. Who is this anyways?"

"You don't know? Why I'm Hiroto Minaka!"

"The MBI President, Hiroto Minaka?"

"So you HAVE heard of me!"

"I heard that you're a child prodigy among scientists, founder and CEO of MBI, and totally insane."

"Oh come now! I prefer the term 'enigmatic'. Now then, I'm a busy man so I'm afraid I'll have to cut our conversation short. An employee will have a package delivered to your address. Oh and Daisuke. I simply must ask that you don't speak a word of this to anybody uninvolved. The Sekirei Plan is highly confidential. Should you leak any critical information…well, the consequences will be rather dire."

"Wait, what? What do you mean by that?!"

"Ta-ta Daisuke!"

*click*

Daisuke looked at his phone and put it back into his pocket, feeling a massive headache coming on. ~How did my life get so fucked so quickly?~ he thought, pinching the bridge of his nose. It was then that he felt his hair being ruffled. "Uh…Musubi? There a reason you're messing with my hair?"

"I'm sorry, Daisuke-san. You're hair is such a funny color, and soft. I can't help it." Musubi answered as she stopped rubbing his hair.

Daisuke slightly blushed from her answer. Sure every day he had people say his hair was a weird color, but those were rather negative comments. He isn't really used to compliments concerning his appearance.

"Daisuke-san…" came Musubi's voice snapping him out of his thoughts.

He turned to look at Musubi and saw her chocolate eyes big and watery as if she was about to cry, "M-Musubi? What is it? What's wrong?"

"I'm hungry."

Daisuke nearly face-faulted, "I see…well let's go get you something to eat."

Flashback end

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Now we find him at a local fast food restaurant, staring wide-eyed in disbelief as he watched Musubi eat 30 hamburgers in record time. Maybe 'eat' isn't the right term here. More like 'inhale'. And as he witnessed this scene, one thought ran across Daisuke's mind, ~Where does she put it all?~ It was quite hard to believe that she could eat so much, yet still retain her curves.

"Oh Daisuke-san! I can't thank you enough! Not only did you protect me from the lightning twins but you also give me food to eat!" She exclaimed while putting on her puppy face, which was pretty funny to look at considering her cheeks were stuffed with hamburgers.

The teen couldn't help but sweatdrop at that face, "Aw, don't mention it. You just enjoy yourself, okay?"

"Okay!"

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The two walked out of the restaurant, Musubi having finally had her fill. Daisuke shakes his head as he looked at his wallet, lucky he had any money left after that. He looked at the sky, then at his watch, realizing how late it's gotten. "Wow, so much has happened, I didn't even notice it was getting this late. Hey Musubi, you wanna head over to my place?" he offered.

"Sure Daisuke-san!"

And with that they continued their walk to his home. They were walking past the city park, but Daisuke stopped dead in his tracks as he heard a voice in his head.

~Help…~

He didn't know what to make of this. At first he thought he was hearing things. But then he heard it again, and this time he felt a sting of sadness in his chest.

~So…alone…~

As Daisuke's Sekirei, Musubi could feel the emotions of her Ashikabi, and as such she sensed the twinge of sadness he felt. "What is it? Daisuke-san?"

"Someone's here…and she's calling for help." The teen sprinted into the park with Musubi following close behind.

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Broken. That's all she ever was. Just a broken tool with no use to anyone. These thoughts ran through the mind of one woman. Her short light-brown hair swaying in the light breeze, teardrops falling on her legs with her head hung low. Her only article of clothing was a blood-stained lab coat, a souvenir, a constant reminder of the events that led to her 'broken' status. She continued to silently cry to herself, not noticing the sound of footsteps coming closer.

"Um…Excuse me, miss?"

She stopped crying as she heard a voice. Looking up, she revealed her teal eyes and more notably, a symbol of a bird on top of a yin-yang symbol and four commas on her forehead. (A/N: I'm pretty sure they're called something else, but I'm gonna call them commas. If you know, tell me) The first thing that grabbed her attention were two eyes of lustrous silver, not unlike the moon itself. The next thing she noticed was his hair. It was a color not like any she had ever seen before. Then again, she herself spent practically her whole life in a lab until a while ago. Still, his hair, the color gave a bit of an 'electric' glow to it and the black-and-blue color scheme of his clothes seems to go well with his hair. She looked to the left of him and noticed a brunette wearing an outfit that made her look like a miko fit for combat.

"Me?" she asked, pointing to herself.

The boy smiled, which caused the girl's face to heat up a bit, "Well you ARE the only woman sitting on the bench in front of me, right?" he said jokingly, "But seriously, what's a woman like yourself doing out here at this late hour?" he asked.

"Daisuke-san. She's a sekirei. See? She has the crest." The girl said pointing at her forehead.

The woman had a solemn look on her face as he looked down, "I…I am discarded. Abandoned. A broken tool that nobody wants. Cursed to be alone forever…" she stated, only to be interrupted when she was lightly bopped on the forehead. Confused, she looked at him, rubbing her forehead.

"I'm not gonna act like I understand what you went through. But one thing I do know is that whoever abandoned didn't deserve you in the first place. Also, all this crap about being 'broken' and 'forever alone', I want you to take those thoughts and shove them out of your mind." He said, looking her in the eye. "You are NOT a tool. You are living being with a will of your own and anyone who tells you otherwise will have to answer to me"

She was taken aback by this boy's words. No one has ever showed this much compassion for her, or any all for that matter. Then she felt an odd sensation in her chest as her face heated up, ~What…what is this feeling inside me? Why am I so flustered by him? There's no way…am I reacting?~ She thought as she continued to gaze into his eyes. "You…what did she say your name was?" she asked, wanting to remember his name.

The teen smiled and rubbed the back of his head, "Oh right. I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Daisuke. Daisuke Motohiro." He then motioned towards the brown-haired miko, "And this is my Sekirei, Musubi. And my I ask what your name is?"

"Akitsu…my name is Akitsu." The woman replied and for the first time in her life, she smiled. This boy, Daisuke. They only just met, and she already felt safe and secure with him. But as all tender moments go, this one can't last long.

"Hey you!" came a voice.

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Daisuke turned to look at source of the voice and saw two people. One was a tall male with messy silver hair and cold calculating grey eyes, wearing a black long-sleeved shirt, pants of the same color, black fingerless gloves, and an orange scarf. He was also carrying a long chokuto.

The next person was a light brown-haired female with eyes of the same color and the very next thing he noticed was that she was carrying a death scythe. And with her black gown, black gloves, black stockings and a red ribbon tied around her neck, she had the appearance of a house maid….who happened to be carrying an instrument of death. "Yeah, you with the weird hair. Our master wants the scrapped number in his collection and we're here to pick her up." She told him.

Daisuke stared at the scythe girl then looked at Aktisu, "Akitsu, tell me. Do you want to go with them?" he asked.

Akitsu shook her head, "No…I…I want…to be with you…"

He blushed, not expecting that sort of answer. But nodded and turned back to the duo. "Welp, there ya have it. She's not willing to go with you two, so you may as well leave." He said.

The scythe girl glared at him, "Why you little…!" she then charged at Daisuke, her death scythe raised in preparation to slice him into mince meat. But before she could land a killing strike, she was blocked by the busty fist-type Musubi who had her hands clasped around the blade.

"I won't let you hurt my Ashikabi!" Musubi declared with determination in her eyes. With her strength, she pushed the other sekirei back, and then got into a fighting-stance. "Number 88 Musubi!" she stated.

"Number 43, Yomi. And you're gonna regret getting in our way. You and your stupid ashikabi!"

And with that, the two sekirei clashed.

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Meanwhile, the male swordsman stood on the sidelines, staring at Daisuke. He couldn't put his finger on it, but something was…off about him. ~That boy…he exudes a strong prescence, even from here I can sense it. Though it isn't as strong as "them". The way he's watching the current battle is similar to a predator waiting to attack on a moment's notice.~ He thought, noticing the electric-haired youth slightly tensing as if waiting to spring into the battle. ~It's seems that there's more to him then he let's on and is not a stranger to combat.~

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Back to the battle, Yomi was swinging her scythe at Musubi, who was dodging each attack, before rushing in, closing the distance, and throwing swift punches and kicks at Yomi. The death scythe sekirei was forced to dodge and those strikes she couldn't dodge, she would block with her scythe, though the force from those attacks would send her sliding back.

"This is so much fun! I never had a sekirei battle before until now!" Musubi exclaimed excitedly.

"Well I'll make this your LAST battle!" Yomi replied as she raised her scythe again but was stopped by a hand grabbing her wrist. "Wha…? Mutsu?! What the hell are you doing?" she asked, angry that her fight was interrupted .

"We're leaving." The swordsman, now known as Mutsu replied.

"What?! Why?!" Yomi asked again.

"They're obviously adamant on keeping us from obtaining Akitsu. And even if you managed to defeat Musubi, there's still her Ashikabi."

"So? He's just a human. He doesn't stand a chance against a sekirei." Yomi scoffed.

"He may be human. But still…I don't think he's a normal human."

"Well of course not. Have you seen his hair?" she said, not getting his point.

Mutsu sighed, "That's not what I mean. Look, I can't explain it properly, but we need to leave now." He urged.

"Ugh! Alright fine! I swear you are so cryptic!" Yomi groaned, lowering her scythe. She then turned to Musubi. "Looks like you get to keep the scrapped number after all. At least for now!" she told them. The pair turned and walked away.

Daisuke watched them leave, ~That swordsman. Mutsu, was it? The way he looked at me like he was studying me. I think he knows something about me. That's why he and Yomi retreated~ "Something tells me we'll be seeing them again soon." He said to himself. "Oi Musubi. You okay?" he asked.

Musubi smiled at him, "I feel great, Daisuke-san! That was my first sekirei battle and it was so much fun! I can't wait to fight another sekirei!" she said, fist-pumping.

Daisuke couldn't help but sweatdrop at this, thinking ~She's an energetic one isn't she?~ He felt his jacket being tugged and he turned his attention to Akitsu. "Yes?"

Akitsu blushed again the moment she looked at those eyes again, "Daisuke-san…about what I said…before…"

"You mean when you said you wanted to be with me?"

She nodded, "Will you let me? Can I…stay with you?" she asked, part of her afraid that he will reject him.

Daisuke smiled, "Akitsu. If want to be with me, then you are more than welcome to. And I promise, you'll never be alone again." Was his answer.

Akitsu was surprised and happy at his answer, as evident on the small smile on her usually blank face. She got closer to him until their faces were inches apart.

"Akitsu? What are you mmph?" he said before being kissed full on the lips. He felt the same sensation he did when Musubi kissed him. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer.

Akitsu moaned slightly into the kiss and then her the sekirei crest on her forehead disappeared in a 'shattering' fashion and reappeared on the back of her neck. Afterwards, icy-blue aura surrounded her and she sprouted six blue wings which appeared in the formation of a giant snowflake. "Sekirei #7, Akitsu. May my Ashikabi's obstacles freeze and shatter by the glacier of my pledge." She declared. Several emotions went through her. Surprise, from the fact that she was supposed to be a broken number and unable to emerge. Happiness in finding out that she can emerge. And mostly, love. Love for her new Ashikabi.

Daisuke was in a daze after the kiss. When he got his bearings back to together, he nearly passed out from blood loss as he just realized that the lab coat, which was Akitsu's only article of clothing, had fallen off, exposing her fully nude body, including her breasts and her…ahem…womanhood. Feeling his blood rush from his face and down below his waist, he quickly took his jacket off and gave it to Akitsu. "H-h-here. P-put this on, please." He stuttered, looking away.

Akitsu tilted her head and looked down at herself, seeing that she was nude. "Ah…the lab coat must have fallen off." She said as she took the jacket and put it on, zipping it up. She started feeling warm not because of the jacket itself, but because of the fact that she's wearing the jacket of her Ashikabi.

Once he got his blood flow back under control, Daisuke sighed, "Well then. We're almost to my place. Shall we go?"

Musubi nodded happily and wrapped her arms around his left arm while Akitsu did the same with his right arm and both of his arms are now smothered between their ample breasts, causing the youth to once again go red in the face.

~I wonder how long I can keep my sanity with all this happening~ he thought.

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Up on the rooftop of the MBI Tower stood a slender man with glasses and white, dressed all in white, with a wide grin on his face. This man was none other than Hiroto Minaka, founder and president of MBI. And right now was standing on the edge of the roof looking down at the city of Shinto Teito. "Glorious, isn't it? The pieces are being set into place, just as planned! The Sekirei Plan is progressing smoothly!" He said to no one in particular. "Of course, with me running the game, it's only natural. After all, it's the Game Master's duty to keep thing according to plan." He was when the door burst opened, "Minaka!" came a rather angry feminine voice. The eccentric scientist turned and sees Takami. "Ah! Takami-chan! Have you finally come to accept me into your family?"

Takami Sahashi is MBI's head researcher, Minaka's second-in-command, and mother of two. She's a fairly tall, woman with grey hair and eyes, and a long scar down her left eye. And right now, she was one angry mother. "Minaka! You bastard! You promised! You said that you would keep our son out the Sekirei Plan!" she shouted.

"I'm afraid it was out of even my control Takami-chan! Besides, maybe it's better this way! Who knows? Our little boy could be the one to win the game ascend to godhood!" Minaka exclaimed, cackling like a madman, only to be silenced via well-aimed clipboard to the face. "Gah! Takami-chan, I could've fallen off the edge!" he said with mock hurt.

"Oh please! If that was enough to kill you, you would've died more times over then I can count." Takami scoffed, picking up her clipboard.

Minaka still had his grinned, "That's true. Now is there something else you'd like to tell me? I doubt you came here just to berate me."

Takami glared at the man before sighing, her face becoming serious now, "It's Sekirei #7. Akitsu."

"Ah yes, the 'broken number'. What about her?" he asked, curious.

"She's been winged."

Now very few, if any, things surprise Hiroto Minaka. If anything, he's the one pulling off the surprises. However, hearing Takami say that Sekirei #7, the broken number that's unable to be winged, is actually winged? He certainly was not expecting this. "Who was it? Who's the one who was able to wing her?" he asked, intrigued by this turn of events.

"Daisuke Motohiro." came the head researcher's reply.

Minaka raised an eyebrow and turned to look at the city, "Interesting…you may go now." he said.

Takami looked at the MBI president for a couple seconds before heading back downstairs.

Minaka, in the meantime was chuckling. Daisuke Motohiro, the boy with the electric hair, not only winged two Sekireis in less than a day, but one of them is the broken number herself. "My boy Minato, and Daisuke Motohiro. I wonder where their destiny will take them next. I can hardly wait!" he said, his chuckle now becoming hysterical laughter.

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Oh shit! Things are gonna get interesting from here folks! Will Minato and Daisuke cross paths as friends? Or enemies? (Yeah they're gonna be friends) Also, what is it about Daisuke that got even Mutsu, former member of the 1st Gen Disciplinary Squad, concern?

Sweet mother of Amaterasu, 3000+ words?! As opposed to the 1000+ in the last chapter? I gotta say, I was surpised myself when I finished writing this chapter and used Word Count. Well I'm gonna do my best to make more chapters with this many words in them!

Like I said last chapter, PLZ REVIEW! It'll keep me inspired to make more chapters.

Also, I have a question. See, it's about the 3rd Gen Disciplinary Squard, Benitsubasa, Haihane, and Karatsuba. Which of them should I add to Daisuke's flock?

Karatsuba?

Benitsubasa & Haihane? (you can't really have one without the other)

All three?

Or none of them?

Leave your answers in the review and stay tuned for the next chapter of Birds of Static!