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Shirou slowly came to consciousness. He was tired, feeling completely drained of energy. His stomach felt empty, as if he hadn't eaten in weeks. He wondered if he even had the strength to get up.

Well, it wasn't as if he had a choice, breakfast wouldn't make itself and the last time Rin tried to operate a coffee machine she nearly burnt down their small apartment. If he wanted to eat something, he'd have to prepare it himself.

Without opening his eyes, he rolled over to his left, expecting to stick his legs off the side of his bed so that he could roll up into a sitting position, only instead he found himself draping his leg over something that was next to him in bed while his head turned into something warm and soft. The feeling was unfamiliar but so pleasant that Shirou momentarily didn't think to question it. He felt a hand patting his head, brushing his hair in a fashion that Shirou could only describe as motherly. He felt his own naked skin pressed up against... wait...

Shirou's eyes shot open and he found himself staring into the rift between two large mounds of soft pale flesh. Slowly he turned his head upwards and found himself looking straight into the face of a beautiful woman with wild shoulder length sandy brown hair and light brown eyes. She was just staring at him with an almost blank expression as she seemed to be observing him.

"Ah...hhhh!" Shirou started to gasp in shock as he pushed himself away as quickly as he could, going off the other edge of the bed and falling down off of it onto his head. He gave an involuntary hissing sound as he rubbing the spot he fell on.

"Are you alright?" The woman asked, even the tone of her voice seemed pale and heavy.

He looked up at her his eyes widening as he saw absolutely everything as the woman kneed onto of the sheets on the bed above him, completely naked. He could feel a blush coming on. He couldn't draw his eyes away. In the back of his mind he made the excuse that you should never let down your guard around a potential enemy, but the deeper part of his mind understood that if this woman had wanted to kill him, she had plenty of chances to do it while he was asleep right next to her.

But when Shirou noticed the mark on the woman's forehead, the one with a bird over a yin yang symbol, everything that had happened the day before came back to him... or her. Momentarily pulling his eyes away from the woman in front of her to glance down between her own legs, Shirou gave a depressed sigh. Archer was surely laughing at her. The Counter Guardian had probably pulled some strings to set it all up. The insufferable prick.

"Wh... Who are you, why were you in... in bed with me?" Shirou said, struggling to not freeze up under the weight of everything that was going on. The blush was still strong on her face.

The woman didn't say anything at first, she just tilted her head slightly continued to stare at him. "I'm Akitsu... and this is my bed." She said before going silent again.

Shirou waited for a bit more of an explanation before expanding on her question. "Alright, then why was I in your bed?"

"Ah..." Akitsu said before going quiet again for another moment of thinking. "I found you and took you home with me." She said before reaching one hand down to the ground and crawling over towards Shirou in an almost cat like manner.

Shirou found herself unable to move as she stared at the way the woman's breasts moved as she came towards her. Akitsu was practically crawling on top of her as she sat on her butt on the floor. The calm woman reached out one hand and touched the mark Shirou's stomach. Shirou's flush was moving to an all time high, her instinctively held her breath and she felt something extremely odd and unfamiliar between her legs. At least this was proof enough that the change in gender hadn't come with a change in sexuality. Or maybe this situation was just so over the top as to produce a reaction out of anyone regardless. Rin had always said that sexuality was more of a slider than a binary guys or girls.

"You're broken too. Just like me." Akitsu said sadly, looking from the mark on Shirou's stomach to her eyes.

Shirou didn't know what to do. She had no idea where she was, what was going on, or what this woman was talking about. Shirou didn't even know what she was, or what this woman was. They weren't human; at least, they weren't normal humans. Those breasts had to qualify as not normal, large and perky as they were. She was finding it hard to think with their bodies so close together.

The door to the room flew open with a small crash. "Akitsu, get up, we brought breakfast!" A woman with long blond hair pulled up in twin tails said as she walked into the room with a stack of four plates and pancakes.

"Honestly, we know you are always awake in here. Can't you just come out without being told to?" A completely identical woman carrying some glasses and a two letter bottle of milk said as she walked in behind the first.

The two blonds stopped in the doorway as the stared at the scene in front of them. Large playful grins crossed their faces. "'Oh, how scandalous.'" The twins said as one before bursting into giggles.

"I... she... this isn't... Um..." Shirou started to stammer while Akitsu just tilted her head in confusion. Finally, Shirou broke down and started to whimper. "I have no idea what is going on."

The blonds burst into laughter as Shirou had her meltdown. "Hey, don't worry, we were just teasing you." The one with the pancakes said as the put down the plates on a table in the room.

"How about we just eat our breakfast." The other said with a nod.

The biological need for fuel voiced its opinion as Shirou's stomach gave a growl. She closed her eyes in embarrassment as she was physically incapable of blushing any deeper.

After Akitsu got off of her, Shirou went to take a seat at the table. Later on she would wonder how she could have forgotten the fact that she was still butt naked, but hunger was a powerful driving force. 'An army marches on its stomach.' Saber's voice reminded her in that way the proud knight had, never ashamed of anything. Shirou wondered if the King of Knights would have prioritized food over her modesty. Probably, if Shirou was the one who cooked it. Doubtful for those pancakes.

They were dry things, using second rate flour, the wrong parts of the eggs, not enough water, and who ever made them forgot the salt. It was a bland meal choice prepared by someone who didn't have a clue what they were doing. Still Shirou ate it, even getting seconds and thirds. Not feeling ashamed of herself until after the final bite.

"Well, someone was hungry." One of the twins said. Shirou looked up at the two sisters and their teasing smiles.

"Um... I guess I was. Thank you for the meal." Shirou said giving a slight bow from her seat.

"Oh, she's so adorable!" The second twin squealed reaching out and starting to pat Shirou on the head.

"What your name, cutey?" Her sister said as she joined in.

"I... I'm..." Shirou started but then paused. It occurred to her that using her own name might not be that smart. The name Shirou alongside the use of gradient air and swords would draw a lot of attention from any magi if she was still in the same world. The Association would be bound to put two and two together. Could she risk letting anyone know that name before she was sure what was going on?

Unfortunately, she had taken too long and now the two blond nonhumans were giving him looks. "Don't tell me you forgot your own name? Do you remember your number?"

"My number?" Shirou said, thinking back to when the pink haired woman who had attacked him called herself by a number.

"Wow, whoever messed up your adjustments really screwed up bad." The second twin said, looking at Shirou with a bit of pity.

Adjustment? Shirou frowned at the word, thinking back to the chemical pod she had woken up in. What had those people been trying to do to her?

Misreading Shirou's expression the twins smiled reassuringly. "Hey, don't you worry. None of that really matters."

"Don't worry, your Onee-chans will take care of you."

"Oh, we should probably introduce ourselves."

"'I'm number thirty eight, Mitsuha, and this is my twin sister, number thirty nine, Mitsuki.'" The twins said at the same time before stopping and looking at each other.

"Wait, I thought you were Mitsuki?" The one on Shirou's left said, crossing her arms.

"No, remember, I had to be Mitsuki yesterday. Today its your turn." Said the one on the right.

"Oh, thats right. My bad." 'Mitsuki' said tapping on her own head with her knocks and sticking out her tongue in a goofy manner.

"Ah..?" Shirou said, thoroughly confused. The twins burst into laughter yet again.

"Sorry about that. Like I said, I'm Mitsuha and she's Mitsuki." Mitsuha said.

"And you already seem intimately acquainted with Akitsu." Mitsuki said, pulling the brown haired woman into a one armed hug.

"It's nice to meet all of you." Shirou said, trying to identify a difference between the twins for future notices, but she couldn't find anything. Even their magic energy seemed indistinguishable. But a moment's realization caused her to switch priorities. "I don't suppose you have any clothes I could use." Shirou said, trying to cover herself with her arms.

The twins looked at each other and gave evil grins. Ones that reminded Shirou uncomfortably about Rin. "Oh we have clothes for you." Mitsuha said.

"Yeah, we went and picked some up after Akitsu found you." Mitsuki added.

"But first we need to give you a bath!'" The two said together.

"Wh...what? Hey, let go!" Shirou cried out as the two grabbed her by each arm and pulled her up out of her seat.

"You are covered in all kinds of filth, but don't worry, your Onee-chans are going to clean you right up!" Mitsuki said proudly as they dragged the girl towards the door. While it was true that Shirou still had some of the stuff from the tank she had woken up in stuck to her skin and hair, she didn't like the idea of being 'given' a bath. However, she found herself unable to resist the twins' combined strength.

Pausing for a moment they looked back at Akitsu who was still watching them. "You're coming too." Mitsuha said. The quiet woman got up and started moving to join them. "And your clothes."

"Ah..." Akitsu paused looking down at herself to find that she was also still naked. "I forgot."


Karasuba was smiling.

It was such a strange thing to see, at least for such a long period of time and without anyone being sliced in half. Nearly everyone in the MBI's meeting room were shifting themselves as far away from the Kuro Sekirei as they could. Not that Karasuba even noticed. She was holding an electronic tablet watching the replay of the previous day's fight over and over again, a look of something akin to ecstasy on her face.

As usual, Minaka was the last one to grace the group with his presence. The crazy bastard of a director rose up out of a hole in the ground in an elevator chair that he installed their just so that he could have the dramatic entrance.

"Hello there everyone! Welcome to this little meeting!" Minaka shouted spreading his arms out to the group. His white hair was the same way it always was, spread out to the side in a style that must have taken a few pounds of gel to maintain. It must have taken a lot of honest effort to set his hair like that, and few people had the heart to tell him how retarded it looked. His ex-wife was one of them.

The clipboard flew across the room and slammed into the man's face, knocking him out of his seat. "We've been waiting here for almost an hour! You do realize we have more important things to do that wait your you!" The white haired woman shouted at him. Sahashi Takami was the top researcher in the MBI, much to her disgust. She hated the kinds of things her work was being put to, but the idea of someone else trying to do it and screwing up was too frightening for her to even think about retiring. Even if she hated her job and doubly hated her boss.

"Sorry, sorry Takami." Minaka said as he got back up into his seat. "But since everyone's time is so valuable, how about we get started. We are going to be talking about the events of yesterday afternoon, correct?"

Having reached her limit, Benitsubasa pushed herself up and slammed her hands onto the table. "There is nothing to talk about! Just give me the word and I will go and kill that brat!" The pink haired girl shouted. Her arms and chest were covered in bandages under hear clothes and she had some small bandages on her face as well. Evidence of the fight she had lost the night before.

"Beni, isn't that a little extreme." Haihane said. She didn't look any different than before. She had always been wearing bandages.

"Like hell it is! That brat, who even was she!?" Benitsubasa shouted, shifting her glare to Takami. "I checked all of our records on the Sekirei and couldn't find her anywhere!"

"Well, that is the reason why it would be better if you brought her back alive and still functioning." Takami said, looking down at her notepad. "She isn't a Sekirei. At least, she's not one of the original one hundred and eight."

"Not one of the original one hundred and eight? I wasn't aware that there were any others." Ichinomiya Natsuo, the Ashikabi of Benitsubasa said in a rather unassuming and friendly manner.

"It's an old project from before you were even brought in. It started around ten years ago. We believed that one hundred and eight individuals isn't really enough to help establish the Sekirei, so we tried to make more using genetics taken from the single digits." Takami said with a shrug.

"You cloned an army of the single digits? Scary." Haihane said with a smile, glancing towards number zero four as she was off in her own world.

"No, the project was pretty must a complete wash. Out of the one thousand attempts only four of the products were physically stable and even then only while they were kept in stasis pods and they never showed any signs of higher level brain activity." Takami said shaking her had as she read off her report. "In the end, none of the subjects developed a Sekirei Core. We could never understand why. Something was needed. Something beyond just the genetic code. But we could never figure it out and without one a Sekirei can't function, so the project was canceled. We kept the remaining subjects as spare organs to be used if any of the active Sekirei suffered excessive damage during termination and needed something replaced."

"That girl didn't seem so lifeless to me." Haihane said, leaning back in her seat.

"Yes! Amazing isn't it!" Minaka said with a wide grin. "Three days ago, out of nowhere, subject four oh four suddenly developed its own Sekirei core. Breathing new life into the game."

Takami held back a growl at the calling of the Sekirei Plan a 'game'. "Yes, well, we were planning on running tests on her to find out if she was stable enough to be released from her stasis tank, but before we had the chance she woke up and broke out of her tank. I assume you all know the rest."

"So... we can't find... four oh four... really?" Haihane raising a hand to cover her chuckles only to accidently cut her own face. She had once again forgot she was still wearing her claws.

Takami rolled her eyes at the Sekirei's stupidity. "You say that she only gained consciousness moments before her escape." Natsuo said scratching his chin. "If that is so, then how did she know how to talk?"

"Yes, I've been wondering that as well." Takami nodded in agreement. "We have no solid leads on how she learned Japanese. She shouldn't even know how to walk."

"You forgot to mention where she learned to fight." Karasuba said, marking the first time she had talked in nearly an hour. Her cold eyes looked up at the group, her smile still on her face. "She was one hell of a fighter."

"What are you talking about!? She was a mess! Her stances was so full of holes it was embarrassing!" Benitsubasa shouted glaring down at the table as her hands shock with rage. "She was sloppy, and weak, and slow, and inexperienced, and stupid, and ugly, and short, and... and... and..!"

"And she kicked our asses." Haihane supplied.

"AND SHE KICKED OUR ASSES!" Benitsubasa screamed. "How did she beat us!? How!?"

"That... is a question." Takami admitted looking down at her charts. "Based on the data we have gathered from the videos of the fight, she was much slower and physically weaker than both Haihane and Benitsubasa. Roughly one third of their speed and one fifth their physical strength. Her body isn't quite as strong as a normal Sekirei's, most likely do to her time in the stasis tank. Her odds of victory should have been... none existent."

"That doesn't matter, not with those kinds of moves." Karasuba said shaking her head slowly and sighing. "Girl was simply a much better fighter."

"What are you talking about!?" Benitsubasa demanded, seeming to forget who she was talking to in her irrational anger.

"Four Liang Moving A Thousand Jin." Karasuba said and started to chuckle.

Benitsubasa's reaction was slow. First she narrowed her eyes in thought, then they widened with realization, then her entire face contorted in rage. "That brat..." Benitsubasa growled before screaming and slamming her hands down onto the table hard enough to split the entire thing in two and crack the ground beneath it. "That brat! I'll kill her!"

"Huh? What's 'Four Liang Moving A Thousand Jin' mean?" Haihane asked, not familiar with the sang.

"It's a Chinese proverb used in Chen Style Taijiquan, a sort of Chinese boxing." Karasuba said chuckling at Benitsubasa reaction. "It means that one can use less force in order to redirect a stronger and faster attack. But in order to actually use it in combat, you need to know exactly where your opponent is attacking before they do."

"That brat was leading us on, leaving openings in order so that she would be able to be sure that we would go for them! She was having us dance to her tone that entire time!" Benitsubasa summarized. "How!? That kind of technique takes decades to learn! How does some brat like her know it!?"

"You don't do it justice. No one ever actually mastered the technique. It was only a legend. No human ever had the means to make it, the stupid monkeys only talked about it as an example Sun Tzu said in his Art of War. 'Appear weak when you are strong, and strong when you are weak.' The style changes a show of weakness into one's greatest strength. And she didn't only just learn it, she expanded on it, using it alongside twin Chinese sabers." Karasuba said, visibly shivering in excitement.

"I didn't know you read the Art of War? Or studied the fighting styles of Chinese monks." Minaka said, seeming more surprised about that then anything else. Karasuba only shrugged in response.

"I'll kill that brat... I'll kill her..." Benitsubasa said over and over again.

"No you won't. You've already lost. Just leave her alone." Karasuba said.

"No way! Now that I know how she fights!.."

"She knows how you fight too. She observed your style and changed her own to counter you. You won't be able to beat her. If it wasn't for the fact that it was two on one you would have been killed over three times over." Karasuba said, dismissing her junior, much to Benitsubasa's anger.

"I believe that our actions are up to the director." Natsuo said, looking to Minaka. The white haired man sat in his seat nodded.

"Yes, I suppose we do need to decide what to do." He admitted. Then a large smile spread across his face. "We will allow her to join into the Plan." Karasuba looked more than pleased while Benitsubasa looked like she wanted to tear the building apart a second time. "We will have to announce her entrance to everyone involved in the Plan. Wouldn't be fair to change the rules without telling them."

"You can't be serious." Takami said, glaring at the man.

"Oh, but I am! We will tell them all that number one zero nine... ah, we need a name for her. We can't just call her subject four oh four, or else people might never find her." Minaka said crossing his arms and lowering his head in thought.

"Kurogane." Karasuba said getting everyone's attention. "As the girl's mother, its only right that I get to name her, right?"

"M..m...mother!" Benitsubasa squealed in shock, Haihane's jaw also dropped.

"Yes, well, roughly seventy percent of subject fo... Kurogane's genetic material came from number zero four, Karasuba, the Kuro Sekirei." Takami admitted with a sigh.

"Momma is so proud of her little bundle of chaos." Karasuba said, as she continued to watch the video of her daughter on loop.

"Kurogane huh? A name meaning black metal and referring to iron and blacksmithing, appropriate for a Sekirei that makes swords and the daughter of the Kuro Sekirei." Minaka said, nodding his approval. "Very well! Sekirei number one zero nine, Kurogane is officially part of the Sekirei Plan!" Minaka announced to everyone present before beginning to laugh aloud.

"I thought that girl's eyes looked familiar." Haihane said looking up at the ceiling. "It was the same look Karasuba-sama always has."

"Her... daughter..." Benitsubasa said, turning pale as a ghost. "They cloned her? Are they insane?"

"Yeah... and you just threatened to kill her at least a dozen times." Haihane pointed out. Benitsubasa froze. "Hope mom doesn't take it the wrong way."


Shirou in true Shirou fashion is going to be trying to play herself off as weaker than she really is. However, because of this, many other characters are going to see her as being nothing more than an adorable little girl and are going to basically sexually harass her. Because I find it amusing... Actually no, its because it makes sense for the story. I don't really feel all that comfortable writing it, but I'm not wussing out about it.

Since Shirou holds Saber in such high regards, I'm pretty sure he would try to deny himself the right to have any kind of identity crisis over a sudden change in gender, since Saber had to live her whole life denying her own and regretted it.