*Sigh**Sigh*

Mitsuha and Mitsuki both let out heavy sighs as they wondered back through the halls of Hayato's mansion, the day's latest development weighing heavy on their hearts.

"Hey sis, you don't think that we are going to have to... you know... fight Kuro, do you?" Mitsuki mumbled weakly.

"N..no way!" Mitsuha half shouted, shaking her head so that her long twin tails flapped about. "We don't have any reason to fight her!"

"But... there can only be one Ashikabi in the end." Mitsuki said miserably.

"Well, she isn't a real Ashikabi, so she doesn't count!" Mitsuha snapped, trying to convince herself that as much as her sister. That's how it had been before. They hadn't needed to worry about becoming friends with little Kuro because she had been a Scrapped Number, not a real part of the Sekirei Plan, and therefore not an enemy. She wasn't even competition for the affection of their Ashikabi like the other girls. They had opened up to her and let her into their hearts, believing that they would never have to stand against her.

Now, they weren't so sure.

"I hope you're right." Mitsuki said, taking in a deep breath to let loose enough sigh. However, the breath got caught in her lungs for a second when she smelled something. "Hey Mitsuha, do you smell that?"

Mitsuha blinked at the sudden change of subject before sniffing the air, finding the same aroma that her sister had. "Wow, that smells good. Come on, let's find out what it is."

The sisters followed the aroma back to the dining room and found the new girl, Kuruse, rapidly eating from a very large plate covered in some kind of food that the twins didn't recognize. They looked like round balls of fried dough covered in a sort of orange sauce.

…They looked like they were glowing…

Kuruse was so preoccupied with eating, that she didn't even notice the sisters walking up behind her until they spoke. "Wow, what is that?" Mitsuha asked, getting a bit of a jump out of Kuruse.

"It… It's, um…" The girl stammered, not really knowing herself what it was she had been eating, nor how to interact with these two Sekirei.

"What ever it is, it smells amazing." Mitsuki said taking in a deep breath. "Hey, can I try one?"

"What!? No! There're mine!?" Kuruse half shouted, spreading out her arms in an attempt to guard the food from the invaders.

The twins frowned at the display. "Hey, hasn't anyone ever told you to share." Mitsuki said as she and her sister tried to reach around to grab one. "Come on, just one bite."

"No, get back!" Kuruse said, trying her best to hold off the twins with a surprising amount of desperation. However, while she was busy fighting off the twin tailed twins, Akitsu came into the room and had reached over the table, taking one of the treats off of the large plate. "Hey, give that back!"

Akitsu looked at the small ball for a second before calmly popping it into her mouth. Mitsuki and Mitsuha both raised an eyebrow as a bright red flush spread across the quiet Sekirei's face and she gave a slight moan of satisfaction. "Akitsu… you alright?" Mitsuha asked, not used to seeing such a strong reaction from the ice Sekirei about anything.

"I… I think this is what love tastes like." Akitsu said, her usual monotone voice having… something in it that the others couldn't exactly place.

While Kuruse was distracted, Mitsuki and Mitsuha took their chance to grab one of the pieces of food. Then, exchanging glances, they each popped their stolen treat into the other's mouth. ''' Ahhh ''' The twin's moaned as they slowly chewed the little ball. By the time they swallowed, each of the blond sisters was feeling light headed.

"That… that was amazing." Mitsuha said, slightly short of breath.

"I've never tasted anything half that good in my whole life." Mitsuki agree. "I've got to have more of that."

"No! You can't!" Kuruse cried out again. "My Master made it especially for me, you can't have any!"

'''Your master?''' Mitsuki and Mitsuha said together in a bit of surprise. But before Kuruse could respond another overpowering scent filled the room, coming from the kitchen door.

A moment later, the door opened, and Kuro came in, carrying a large bowl full of what looked like fried rice with thin strips of chicken. "Kuruse, the fried rice is…" Kuro started before seeing the other four Sekirei in the room all staring at her, Kuruse still leaning over her plate in an attempt to shield it from the others. "*sigh* I'll make more."


"This doesn't make any sense at all." Hayato said as he stared down at his soup. A soup that was better than many he had tasted at the high-end restraints his parents had once dragged him to for dinner parties. "They didn't bother to explain to you anything about what a Sekirei even is or explain to you how to use a phone, but they found the time to teach you how to cook to the standards of a five-star restaurant?"

Hayato sat at the table along with sixteen Sekirei who were all eating like they had never tasted food before. Granted almost everything they had eaten up to this point had been take out or meals simple enough for them to make themselves, since Hayato didn't want to heir the kind of kitchen staff needed to prepare food for over twenty individuals.

It wasn't because he couldn't afford the expense, it was that the Sekirei were supposed to be a secret of sorts, and it was unlikely that the maids and chefs would not ask questions. It was why Alfred was stretched so thin, trying to take care of the estate with all of the problems that comes with housing twenty superpowered individuals with little common sense.

Kuro laughed a little awkwardly, scratching at the back of her head. "You're exaggerating. All of this is just stuff I throw together from the ingredients that were available in the kitchen. A well-cooked meal requires preparation time and proper ingredients. It isn't the kind of thing that can just be made up in twenty minutes."

The entire room seem to freeze.

She considered this to be second rate? It made them all wonder what the girl could do when given proper time and resources. "Holy Ashikabi…" Taki said under her breath as the mist user tried to fight down a bit of drool that was seeking to escape her mouth.

'That still doesn't explain why they taught her to cook in the first place.' Hayato thought, scratching his chin. Then something accrued to him. "Kuro, you use your ability to extract knowledge for your cooking, don't you?" He asked, trying to confirm something.

"Hm, yeah. It helps me keep the ratios of the ingredients just right, better than if I was following instructions based on measuring cups." Kuro said, not finding any reason to deny it.

"I see." Hayato said, storing this bit of information away as he through about how he would phrase his next question. "Just how detailed is the information that you get from your power?"

Kuro blinked a little, making a show of thinking about the question, even though rather than considering how much knowledge she got from her Structural Analysis, she was more wondering just how much she wanted to tell him. It wasn't as though it was a powerful ability or related to any of her trump cards, so she just gave an honest answer, carefully wording it so that it wouldn't reveal her knowledge of other things.

"Not really sure. I think it is only limited by my own ability to process and understand the information." Kuro said tilting her head a bit. "I don't know how to describe it. It's more like something you have to experience for yourself in order to get."

Structural Analysis was one of those corner stones of Thaumaturgy that couldn't be explained properly to anyone who hadn't experienced it, as Structural Analysis didn't analyze the target's physical being, but rather the idea or soul of the object. Something so fundamentally key to its existence that to understand it was to understand the object itself. The more complex the idea or soul, the harder it was the understand. Something like a rock which has the idea of a rock was much easier to understand than the idea of a rocket, and once you get into actually living things, stuff was just too complex for a simple spell like Structural Analysis.

Of course, the Atlas organization was said to have a more powerful version of the spell, one that gave absolute knowledge of not only the idea of an object, but also its physical existence, which allowed for them to use their special, more powerful branch of alchemy, but they had guarded the secret of it to the point where they cut themselves off from the outside world for over two thousand years, not letting a single soul leave their headquarters. The Alchemists of the Atlas organization were as secretive, powerful, and crazy when compared to an average magus as a magus would be to the normal person.

"Could you gain information on the objects at the atomic level?" Hayato asked, being more specific in his line of questioning.

"Well… yes and no. I can gain an understanding of the quantity and structure of the atoms, and how much energy they contain, but not their exact position and speed." Kuro explained.

"I see, so you can't over step the uncertainty principle, but beyond that, you know just about everything." Hayato mumbled, a frown crossing his face. Kuro was actually a little surprised that they boy even know what the uncertainty principle even was. Sure, it was a buzz word that people might recognize, but not many of them knew what it actually meant.

"Is something the matter?" Mutsu asked, noticing his Ashikabi's expression.

"What she is describing is a lot of information. A human brain shouldn't be capable of handling so much, though since she is a Sekirei, I'm not sure, but…" Hayato said, glancing over at his right-hand man. "It is entirely possible that this is related to her spotty memory."

The boy noticed the recognition in Mutsu's eyes as the male Sekirei connected the dots. If little Kuro was being made to practice her ability, it was entirely possible that some of the information she already knew would be pushed out in order to make room for the new data provided by her ability. This theory became even more plausible when they considered the fact that scrapped numbers tended to overdo how much power they used. It seemed likely to them that when Kuro winged herself and became a scrapped number, she overloaded her own mind and erased valuable information, including her own name and what she was.

"Spotty memory? What spotty memory?" Kuro asked, genuinely confused.

"Ah… don't worry about it. Just try not to overdo your power in the future." Hayato said with a weak attempt at a smile.

Kuro didn't understand, but it seemed as though her answers had satisfied his curiosity. She just shrugged her shouldered and started back towards the kitchen.


This bit was supposed to be in the last chapter, but I had to rewrite it after my old computer falling to pieces. I've been putting off this story because I know I am going to have to deal with people's shit in the future, and I am not looking forward to it.

One thing I am going to put right here and right now is this that I handle the idea of 'True Magic' a little differently.

Most people seem to have a True Magic being something that can't be done using modern technology. This isn't exactly right.

What a true magic is, is something that defies a law of Science. Not simply something that science can't do. For example, Saber teleported to Shirou using the command seals. Science hasn't created a way to teleport, but it doesn't defy any law of science.

However the ability to move around energy between parallel worlds is introducing new energy into existence in one of them. This goes against the laws of science because energy can't be created or destroyed.

The reason for why I am pointing this out is because it becomes an issue later when I am pointing out one of the things that is claimed to exist in the Nasuverse, Atlas's Alchemy (the way it is described in the wiki) , can't exist without the involvement of a True Magic, because the knowledge required to preform it is scientifically impossible to possess because of the uncertainty principle. Meaning that Atlas is full of shit and have been bluffing the rest of the Association for over two thousand years with none existent alchemy based abilities and weapons of mass destruction.


Challenges!


I have decided to post my own challenges underneath some of my new chapters for the coming weeks to see if anyone will actually do them. I got a complete list of them on my profile page, but on one ever reads profiles.

I will say though that just because I say it is a challenge doesn't mean I might not write it in the future if I can get enough support and manage to motivate myself.


(Fate/Stay Night X Percy Jackson): Atheist: Shirou didn't want anything to do with the Gods. They were annoying, self-centered and destructive. It's too bad they didn't seem to care about his unwillingness to get involved. With the threat of humanity becoming caught in the cross fire of two of the idiot brothers, Shirou has to help escort two preteens in their quest to find Zeus's stolen thunderbolt before the big baby blows his top. Fuck the Gods. (Possible pairings, AthenaXShirou HecateXShirou)

- Shirou is reincarnated but not as a demigod. He knows Percy from school and jumped in to protect him at the museum.

- Shirou openly doesn't like the gods and advises Percy to stay as far away from them as possible.

- Shirou protects Percy's mom from the Minotaur

- Shirou views Poseidon as a rapist and Athena as a curse happy bitch.