"Damn, we've been looking over an hour." Koya Reiji grumbled, kicking one of the massive trees that had grown all over the place. "That 'Green Girl' probably already been nabbed by now. Shit, this has been one big waste of time."

Koya looked like what something probably thought of when they imagined a thug. His hair had been dyed bright yellow, he had on deflector shades over his eyes and was wearing both a baseball cap and an offensive hoodie even though summer sum was starting to cook him. He looked like the kind of guy you would cross the street in order to try to avoid, unless you wanted to check if he would deal you some drugs.

Koya didn't give a shit about any of that. Actually, that was the entire point. He wanted to make sure that when the Sekirei Plan was over none of the enemies he would have made would be able to find him. All he would have to do is strip off those clothes and stop dying his hair.

He didn't plan on playing the game the way it was meant to be played. He had no delusions of winning against psychotic bastards like the Ashikabi of the East, South and West. So while he was still in the game he was going to do the only thing that made sense; make some money.

The MBI's unlimited credit accounts were nice, but they had some short comings. The money was only any good inside of Shin Tokyo and could only buy food, clothes, or pay for housing and any kind of utilities. Basic things that were needed for living, but you couldn't go out and buy yourself a sweet car or a small business. You couldn't withdraw money into cash and, most importantly, it was only going to last until the end of the Sekirei Plan.

However that didn't mean the Sekirei Plan couldn't offer a man a sweet and easy rest of his life, if he played his cards right. The Ashikabi of the East in particular paid good money for wet work and would buy any unwinged Sekirei for top dollar, and those people who lost their 'true loves' were more often than not willing to pay a bounty on the one responsible. A man could easily make millions so long as he was willing to get his hands dirty, and Koya was more than willing, he enjoyed it.

There was a sense of satisfaction at the cries of the idiots as they called him a cheater or the horrified sobs of a Sekirei who had recently been winged against their will. It was like going to the beach and just kicking all of the little kiddies' sand castles down. Only he was getting paid to do it.

"Oh darling, it seems like we just didn't get there in time." Yahan said as she draped herself over Koya's back, pressing her modest breasts against him.

Yahan, number five seven, had been Koya's first Sekirei. She was an exotic beauty with a killer figure, dark chocolaty skin and long straight black hair that fell down to her waist. Her clothes looked like the cross between a beach side model and a wicked witch. A black bikini with A small hooded cape that hardly came down to the small of her back, a thin black cloth tired around her waist to cover her legs was held up by a thick black belt, and her heeled boots came up to her knees.

"I would have been able to find the Sekirei in time, that is, if we hadn't been dragging the ball and chain around." Yahan said.

Koya's face twitched and the glared back and his second Sekirei from behind his reflectors. "Yeah. I know. Useless bitch." Koya grumbled angrily.

Kuruse shrank back under the insult. "I... I'm sorry, Master." She said in a trembling voice.

"Shut it!" Koya growled at the girl.

Kuruse was nothing like Yahan. She was a bit shorter, petite and with a more normal skin tone. Her had short blond hair with a light blue ribbon tied around one of the bangs, and a more girl next door look about her with her casual red dress, black stockings, and white short sleeved jacket. It wasn't a look that really captured the imagination like many Sekirei's did. She was also weaker than most. The price for her wasn't enough to make selling her worth it, so Koya decided to wing her himself.

Yahan was around average by Sekirei's standards in both strong and skilled, but she had a power that made Koya's less than noble tactics a hell of a lot easier. The ability to move through shadows, teleporting from one shadow to another, was a perfect skill for someone who didn't care about a fair fight. It was easy to get your hands on another Sekirei's Ashikabi and they were as good as helpless. Or get the jump on an unsuspecting unwinged bird.

However that left Koya himself undefended and her abilities worked better if her enemies were focusing on something else. Koya figured that maybe by having that second Sekirei around would make his job all the easier. It might have, if Kuruse wasn't so useless. As an Elemental/Ability type, she was physically weaker than both the Weapon and Power types, and her ability was a weak one. She had the power to summon tridents.

Such an ability was inherently useless, since the tridents she summoned were not as strong as the weapons provided to the Sekirei by MBI and her own physical strength was so much weaker than the average combat focused Sekirei, the was no way she would actually win in a fight using the things. She was completely useless unless she used her Norito. Because of that, Koya had to be with her at all times to make sure she could actually do anything right.

This complicated matters, especially because she would hesitate whenever they were springing their traps, more than half of the time freezing up at the crucial moment so that the target gets away. And while Yahan could move silently in on a target in order to secure the kill or capture, Kuruse often got spotted before they were even properly set up. Yahan would have been able to navigate the forest on her own with little trouble, but Kuruse couldn't move nearly as easily.

"We've already wasted today. Come on, let's go home." Koya said, walking past his two Sekirei. He would find a new way to make some cash later.

However, he stopped when he heard the sound of branches rapidly snapping. Turning towards the sound, he gave a cry of fright as one of the mammoth trees came crashing down towards him.

"Master!" Yahan shouted as she jumped in and grabbed onto him, pulling him out of the way of the branches.

While they were moving out of the way of the falling tree and steel sword flew down out of the tree line, cutting deep into Yahan's left arm, causing the dark skinned Sekirei to give a scream of discomfort.

The moment Koya hit the ground he started to push himself back up, looking around to try to find where it was he was being attacked from. He hadn't been surprised by the ambush, even by the fact that they had attacked him as part of it. Given that he would have done the same thing, it wasn't hard to believe that there were other Ashikabi who would not stick to the rules of the game. Though, they hadn't aimed for a kill. The injury was only deep enough to hinder Yahan rather than immediately terminating her.

However, it became a shock when he saw what it was that had attacked them.

It was a tiny little girl.

She walked into view, brandishing two large black and white curved sabers. Her tanned skin and dark attire making her seem to blend into the shadow around her, not to unlike Yahan. But it was the girl's golden eyes that seemed strangest. They were like the eyes of a hawk as it circled its prey before striking. Even her blades looked more like wings the way she held them out in a not quite battle ready position.

Yahan groaned as she pushed herself up, holding onto her slashed arm with a free hand. It wasn't the first time she had been hit. The MBI's strange medicines would help her later. For now they needed to deal with the problem at hand. "Who's that? Is it the Green Girl?" Yahan asked.

"No. It's that other one. The one the CEO sent out the nudes of the other day, number one zero nine." Koya said. The girl seemed to twitch a bit at the mention of the naked pictures sent out of her. "A scrapped number. Just our luck to come across damaged goods."

"I'm sure someone would pay a pretty penny for her regardless." Yahan said as her hand went down to her belt and drew out a long curved knife.

"Master, are you alright?" Kuruse asked as she went to check on Koya, only to have her hands slapped away.

"Stop asking stupid questions and get ready to fight!" Koya shouted at the girl as she pushed himself to his feet.

"Of... of course." Kuruse said turning towards the small child. She raised one of her hands and golden flakes of light started to emanate from it before condensing into the shape of a golden trident. "Number fifty four, Kuruse, will be your opponent."

Kuruse stood at the ready, waiting for her master's enemy to give her name so that they could commence battle. However the child didn't respond, she just stood there, staring at the cold eyes of a killer giving way to slight surprise and then to curiosity.


Kuro studied the weapon that the blond hand managed to pull out of thin air, trying to fully decipher its existence. The girl used a gradient air ability that was nearly on the level of Kuro's own trace magic.

Kuro wasn't quite sure what to make of it. She had copied the weapon into her Unlimited Blade Works and found that it didn't have a true production method as much as a structure created by the Sekirei's nature. Rather than being an existence created by a magus carefully holding the needed pieces in their head like most projections, it seemed more like the logical equivalent of the Einzbern Wishcraft magic, where they simply throw massive amounts of prana at the problem rather a structured formula. The only difference being that it was Gradient Air rather than Alchemy.

The thing that was making it rather difficult for Kuro to understand was that the weapon itself was being produced by the girls will direction and was laced with all kinds of emotions. With the state of an individual's mind being about as constant as a hail storm, it wasn't like the static histories and concepts of weaponry that she was used to seeing. Actually, the girl seemed more mentally unstable than most. She both wanted to fight, and was appalled by the idea of it, making the weapon almost at odds with itself.

The power might have been able to carry her far in this War Game, if she learned how to use it properly. Unfortunately for her, Kuro was already a master. There was next to nothing that the young woman could do that would be able to catch the magus off guard. In this battle, she was to be a secondary thought.

The primary target would have to be the second Sekirei.

Kuro didn't give any sign of her intentions, not until a flick of her wrist sent a blade spinning through the air straight for the dark skinned Sekirei's chest.

While caught unaware, the nonhuman still had the reflexes needed to avoid death, swinging up her dagger up to deflect the weapon mid-flight. Didn't matter, Kuro was already dashing for her, swinging up the blade's twin, pushing the Sekirei onto the defensive.

This one seemed to be more competent when it came to fighting then some of the other's Kuro had seen, she blade have a small history of pervious battles and training. However she didn't have the same absurd level of strength as the two that Kuro had fought escaping the MBI building. If the two from the tower had B rank strength, than this woman would be a D-. Still higher than Kuro's own current E rank strength, but such a small gap as to be negligible.

Not that this was a test of pure strength. Kuro assumed that this woman had an ability up her sleeve, and planned on finishing her before she ever had the chance to show it.

After four swift strikes that the woman managed to parry, Kuro let her sword arm pass too far out of range for guarding, inviting the dark skinned woman to go on the offensive. The moment the woman's eyes shined and she pushed her body forward to take the opening, Kuro sprung her trap. A second blade reappeared within Kuro's free hand, deflecting the woman's strike in a hard parry that left her wide open for attacks.

Kuro lunged in, pushing her second blade into a soft spot on the woman's right side. The slash would not have been deadly, but it would be enough to erase any chance of future resistance from her, after which Kuro would be able to test the Sekirei's physical limits after getting rid of the others.

However, right before Kuro's blade reached the woman's skin, she vanished, her body shifting into a dark formless shape before disappearing entirely.

Kuro slide to a stop and raised her guard, reinforcing her clothes to being the equal of almost any steel and sharpening her senses.

The woman had completely vanished; her already shady magical signature disappeared, like vapor dissipating in dry air. Kuro couldn't even locate her through the knife that the woman had been holding. This was the complete concealment of one's presence at the drop of the hat. One that's strong enough to make an Assassin's jaw drop.

Kuro shifted back towards the girl with the trident as she sensed the return of the knife into the clearing. The dark skinned woman stood next to the blond girl, her arms crossed and a look of complete superiority on her face.

"My my, you are a sneaky little child, but it is all to cover up just how weak you really are." The woman said with a laugh. And what a laugh it was, it was that shrill and annoying 'princess' stereotype laugh at really gritted on the nerves. The few times that Kuro had heard Rin or Luvia using it, back when she was Shirou, made her skin crawl. "Well Kuruse, it would seem we have found someone with the same useless ability you have." Kuruse twitched at the insult but didn't say anything to defend herself. "But this is a rare opportunity isn't it?" The dark woman said patting the blonds shoulder. "Since she has the same weak ability, how about you be the one to fight this time."

"What? But Yahan, you..." Kuruse started only to receive a strong shove forwards from her partner.

"Just do as you're told!" The Ashikabi shouted angrily at the girl.

It was clear enough what the plan was. Kuruse was to be a distraction, pulling Kuro's attention away from the Assassin before Yahan slide in the knife. The subterfuge about it was embarrassingly transparent. Yahan might as well not have bothered.

Still Kuruse came forward and leaved her trident, entering into something resembling a fighting stance, one that was more in line with throwing the weapon that it was in closing distance. She stared at Kuro for a second before talking. "Are you still not going to tell me your name, or do you also look down on me?"

Kuro thought for a second before answering. "Number one hundred and nine, Kurogane." She said, not really seeing the harm, since they seemed to have received the same... text as everyone else. While she wouldn't call herself a traditional Magus who thought that using a car was an act of heresy, she had the impression that she was soon going to become a technophobe in a very different sense of the word. "Your name is Kuruse, right? Tell me, why do put up with them, if they look down on you?"

Kuruse's face remained unchanged by her grip on her weapon tighted. "I suppose a free Sekirei like you wouldn't understand. A winged Sekirei will do anything for their Ashikabi." She said, keeping herself outwardly calm. Kuro noted the use of the word 'free' rather than 'unwinged'.

Kuro continued this line of thought, even as she moved in, challenging the conjured trident with her duel blades.

Her style was an unusual one, thought that was hardly worth mentioning. Someone with an ability that separated them from everyone else isn't going to use their fighting style. She would attack with her trident, putting all her force behind it without any care about how out of position it would become, only to dismiss or just let go of it a moment later and replace it with a new weapon that was back to the neutral position as she moved to perform an attack with the new weapon.

The style was wholly wasteful, as with each attack she needed to recreate a new weapon, however with the Sekirei's prana receives, this hardly even mattered.

It was a strong style that maximized on many common spear type style's greatest strength, their reach and momentum, while minimizing its greatest weakness, that begin how long it takes to prepare for the next thrust. While it was still over reliant on weapon's reach, and nowhere near the level of Lancer's style, the Faker could appreciate how it all came together.

Or she would have been able to if it won't for the tridents themselves. Each and every one of them giving off the strange feeling of being at odds with its own creation, making a weapon that should have stood up to some of her weaker weapons as fragile as glass when compared to the strength of Kanshou and Bakuya, as the twin sabers shattered the constructs one after another.

It was after around fifty of these tridents that Kuro felt the dark woman's knife vanish from the clearing again.

Pushing Kuruse back, Kuro shattered her latest tridents before throwing Kanshou and Bakuya at the blond woman, forcing her to guard herself and breaking her forwards momentum as her defending tridents broke and she had to fall on her ass in order to avoid having her arms sliced off.

Kuro then immediately spun around to deflect Yahan's attack to her back. The dark skinned woman hadn't even been prepared to use her knife. The attack must have been meant for a knockout blow to Kuro's head in order to take her alive rather than kill her.

Kuro swung her blades up to attack with woman only for her form to dissolve again before the swords could reach her. This time however, Yahan didn't pull away. She reappeared behind Kuro again this time attacking with the knife, only to have Kuro deflect it and counter, forcing her to conceal herself again. It seemed as though the woman couldn't attack from within her concealed state, and there was a period as she was appearing where Kuro could sense the location of her weapon before she attacked.

Kuro focused on her sixth sense, trusting it to detect the weapon in the woman's possession long before his other senses could be able to locate her. Again and again Yahan would appear and again and again Kuro would deflect and attempt to counter.

No progress was being made on either side, since neither could determine the others secret.


Kuruse pushed herself from the ground and watched with amazement as Kurogane fought off Yahan's rapid teleportation.

"You're useless. You couldn't even distract her properly." Kuruse's Ashikabi snapped as he moved behind Kuruse, in case of an attack on him while Yahan danced with the scrapped girl.

"I... I'm sorry master. I did my best." Kuruse said, feeling as though her Ashikabi's words were like a hot brand burning her.

"Your best." The man scoffed as he watched Kurogane fighting, Yahan's teleportations had become slower, with more strength behind her sneak attacks, but it didn't seem to matter. Kurogane's reflexes were simply too fast. "How is that brat holding up so well with such a shitty ability? It's like she knows exactly where Yahan's coming from." Koya then scoffed. "Doesn't matter, as long as they are in the shadow of all these trees, there is no way she can beat Yahan."

"Shadows?" Kurogane looked over at them, a grin spread across her face. "Thanks for the hint." Koya's eyes widened, not realizing that the girl could hear him from such a distance. The next time Yahan attacked, Kurogane throw her white sword at her in order to drive her back, and then when Yahan had once again returned to the shadows, she raised up her now free hand. "Angurvadal!" She shouted and a straight long sword covered in runes appeared in her hand.

Kuruse and Koya both shielded their eyes as light came pouring out of the blade, illuminating the entire clearing. It took a moment for their eyes to adjust to the sudden light, but when they had they were surprised to see the blade shoved into the ground, the powerful golden glow making it look like a bonfire had been light in the forest. Yahan's teleportation skill required her to merge with the shadows, but with the brought light pushing away the darkness, she was exposed.

The dark skinned Sekirei started to try to run. Trying to get behind one of the trees where she could once again merge with the shadows. However, before she could get far a sword flew across her path. A long slender rapier with a red hilt drove itself into the shadow cast by the glowing sword.

The moment the blade hit her shadow, Yahan's movements became more sluggish. "Wh...what's going on?" She said as she seemed to be struggling to take a step. Five more swords, identical to the first drove themselves into her shadow, along with the first and Yahan's movements stopped entirely. She was frozen, standing in the middle of the clearing. "My... my body... won't move."

"Your resistance to the black keys is impressive." Kurogane said as the small Sekirei started to conjure thin needles. "Now let's see how much it takes to terminate you."

Kuruse stared in shock as the free Sekirei started to throw needle after needle into Yahan's body as the dark skinned Sekirei screamed. She started with only grazing hits before starting to attack muscles and joints, before progressing to using thicker knifes.

"No! No, Yahan!" Koya shouted. But there was nothing he could do, a knife landed hard in Yahan's back, around the kidneys and her screams seemed to fade as a bright light started to come out of her back.

"M...master..." Yahan said as her Sekirei mark dissolved and she lost consciousness, still standing because of the swords' strange affects.

Kuruse was having a hard time processing what was going on. She had thought that the girl's ability had been like her own, but she seemed to be able to create weapons that had different abilities attached to them. Not only that, she had just beaten Yahan.

Kuruse was literally dragged out of her shocked state by her Ashikabi's rough hand. "Your Norito, now!" Koya shouted, shoving a finger into her mouth in order to open it up before jamming his tongue down her throat.

The familiar feeling of having her Norito activated sweep over her. A feeling of both overwhelming pleasure, and total horror. A confusing vortex of emotions flooding her, making her feel like her heart was going to burst as golden wing of light shot out of her back and her power increased.

Once it was done, Koya shoved her away from him. "Now, do it!" He hissed pointing towards where Kurogane stood watching them.

Kuruse swallowed, suppressing a confused shiver of emotions as the man's spit traveled down her through. Tears were coming to her eyes and she opened her mouth.

"The trident of my pledge..."


I'm stopping here less because I feel like making a cliff hanger and more because I don't like chapters that are really long. They are difficult on people with short attention spans. (Uh, shine object) ... What were we talking about?

Angurvadal is a sword from Norse mythology, also called Stream of Anguish, which is supposed to give off light/fire, depending on how close it is to an enemy. Stabbing someone with it could cause them to be burned from the inside out, even if they have some kind of resistance.

Kuruse, Koya, and Yahan, are all characters from a tie in visual novel game that was on the ps2. One that no one played and no one knows what it was about. However they do know that Yahan teleports in shadows and uses a knife, and Kuruse is supposed to use tridents that she creates out of thin air. So please don't tell me that I am making up abilities that aren't in the spirit of the series.

Yahan and Koya were villians in the game and Kuruse was supposed to be a good guy... I think. I don't know the wiki doesn't have much info on it.