Author's Note: This is a weird one . . .

So, here's an idea I got surfing the wiki page for DAILY LIFE WITH A MONSTER GIRL. Weird, huh? Rei, the ghost character, wears only a pair of ripped-up jeans, and that reminded me how the ghosts in BEING HUMAN always appeared in the clothes they died in. And I thought how funny it'd be to see Miya flip her lid over the character's "lewd" dress but not be able to do anything about it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Sekirei or either version of Being Human. If I did, this might be canon.

SEKIREI/BEING HUMAN

Minato paused as he walked home from the construction site he worked at to look at the MBI building in the distance. His mother worked in that building. He took a drink from the bottle of water he was carrying and thought to himself how things might have been. A year ago, she'd have either made an off-hand comment of "congratulations" about getting accepted to the best university in the country, or she'd have been yelling at him for failing to get in. Probably the second one given his test-anxiety. Maybe she would have been doing the same this year. He wondered if his sister, Yukari, had made it into the Academy. He hoped so, she was bright and had boundless determination and self-confidence. Maybe too much determination and self-confidence, really.

Minato hadn't spoken with either of them in over two years now. He shook his head. There was nothing good to come from dwelling on what might have been. Someday, he promised he would make things right with them, for all his family. For now though, it was time to go home.

Well, "home" might be a bit much. He was renting a hotel room with his lovers. Both of them. That was one reason he was so reluctant to speak with his relatives; when taken against everything else, though, it was actually pretty normal. Yukari would undoubtedly call him a pervert—as she always did when he showed even the slightest interest in the opposite sex—and his mother, well, he'd come to accept he'd just have to live with her disappointment a long time ago. The thing was, he honestly couldn't have chosen between the two if he'd tried, and he had tried. Rei and Moka were the most wonderful (and beautiful) women he'd ever met, and they complimented each other perfectly. One was cold and regal, the other was bright and eager-to-please. Both were courageous and dedicated to keeping their strange little family safe. Thankfully, both girls were also bisexual and just as interested in each other as he was. He couldn't imagine His life sounded like something out of a bizarre science fiction story or a trashy romance novel, but Minato had long ago passed the point of no return; he wouldn't trade his new life for anything.

Smiling, he took out his cell phone. It was just a burner as even if he could have afforded a better one (and he couldn't), he and his beloveds couldn't afford to make themselves so easily trackable. Flipping it open, he dialed Moka's number.

"Minato," the voice on the other end replied without preamble. "I assume you're done with your shift."

"I am," he said. "I'm headed back to the hotel to kill time with Rei until . . . tonight."

"I have the late shift," she replied. "I can get you into the isolation room without much difficulty."

"Thank you," he said. Moka was an orderly in the hospital. It was a risky position, since a) it did not at all fit with her personality and b) it put her at risk of discovery. Either of what she was or who she was living with. Still, it did come with certain advantages. Like access to the abandoned and almost forgotten dungeon-esque isolation room. Or the occasional bag of donated blood deemed "unsuitable" for transplants.

"I'll expect you at 8:00. Send my love to Rei," she said, almost apathetically before hanging up.

Minato smiled, To most that would have seemed cold, possibly even false, but he'd known Moka for approximately a year-and-a-half now, and he knew she didn't say anything without a purpose. There was warmth under her ice, and he and Rei were perhaps the only two in the whole city, perhaps the whole country, who got to hear it.

He punched in Rei's number. Thankfully, she'd gotten very good at manipulating physical objects. "Minato!" she cried, happily.

"Hello, Rei, how are you doing?"

"Pretty nice," she replied. "I actually spoke to a few realtors today, places I've checked out online or found in the phone book. I called them, and they heard me!" Rei had taken up the task of looking for a new place for the trio to live. In part this was her way to feel helpful as she was incapable of holding a job as he and Mika were (there were a number of reasons, including her wardrobe). And it was partly something she felt she owed her lovers after the house they'd been renting had been more or less burned to the ground by her ex-fiancée. Thankfully, the creep was now in jail, terrified out of his warped mind after what the three had threatened him with. Normally, Minato would have had moral qualms about that sort of thing. Now, he thought they'd been nicer than the freak had deserved.

Rei's voice dropped. "No go. Two of them wouldn't let us rent without a credit-score, and the third has a strict no-women policy." Minato could hear her frown on the other end. "For pity's sake! It's the 2030's! How is that sort of thing still legal, Minato?"

Because city officials were more interested in keeping their new bosses in MBI happy than in dealing with apartment owners with crappy personalities, Minato thought. He'd been . . . confused when the company had bought the entire city of Tokyo and renamed it Shinto Teito, but he'd only been a child then. Now, as an adult, specifically an adult who lived in the uncomfortable space where work was unreliable and budgets tight, he was one of many who grumbled about the situation but was powerless to do anything about it. "I'm on my way back," he said. "We'll talk more about it then. With Moka tomorrow. Should I bring home anything special for dinner?" he asked.

"I'm planning to brew some tea with honey," Rei replied. The girl had a passion for all kinds of teas, and her part of the unusual family's meager budget went to buying bags for her to brew. She loved the brewing process, the smells, and (she had blushed when she confessed this) the taste of the liquids on her lovers' mouths. "So, don't buy any sushi; we don't want a repeat of what happened last time."

"No, we don't," Minato laughed, recalling the night he'd spent curled over the toilet, his stomach thoroughly emptied, dry-heaving at the merest thought of food. "Maybe I'll grab a burger or something . . . it might keep it happy."

"Maybe," she agreed. "Have you spoken to Moka yet?" she asked.

"I have," he said, straightening up as he heard thunder roll in the distance. Weird, it didn't smell like rain was coming. "She sends her love."

"Tell her I send mine," Rei replied. "If you see her before I do. Do you still plan to use the isolation room?"

"Yeah," Minato replied. "It doesn't look like the Arboretum will be opened anytime soon."

"At least it'll save us some money on beef," Rei said. "Do you think they found . . . claw marks or anything? Shed fur?"

"I don't know," he said. "You'd think there would have been something on the news if they thought a wild animal was loose in the middle of the city." He heard a clatter on the other end of the phone. "Rei?" he asked.

"Sorry," she said. "I dropped the phone."

"I guess we've been speaking a while," he said, shaking his head. Despite her progress, she could only objects for a few minutes without dropping them. "I'll see you soon, Rei."

"See you soon, Minato," she replied.

The young man closed his phone and kept one walking. It wasn't a bad day, all told.

"Look out!"

Huh?

WHAM!

RULES OF THE CHALLENGE

1. Minato will have his flock: Minato will wing every Sekirei he does canonically. He just now has Rei and Moka (or whatever you chose to name them) alongside them. If you want to include other Sekirei or other supernaturals (psychics, succumbing, witches, etc.), go for it. Just as long as the canon group is there.

2. I don't particularly care which version of the BEING HUMAN mythology you use. Personally I like the U.K. Mythos and story better (I think they did a better job of portraying being supernatural as something that sucks, at least if you want to hold onto your humanity), but the North American version was also well-done and does have some charms of its own (including more ghost-fighting lore was nice, pureblood and reverse-werewolves were interesting concepts, and while I think the witches were over-powered I did like that they were there). I stole the house-burning thing from the North American version, but honestly that was just a convenient excuse to have the characters potentially move in with Miya. The only exception I'm going to make is that Minato's transformations should be more like George's than Josh's, not necessarily in terms of the final product (both wolf-forms have their perks) but in terms of simultaneous heart, liver, and kidney plus every bone, tendon, and muscle tearing and reforming equals pain so intense it should overload his brain and kill him but he can't even lose consciousness (maybe it's because the actor who played Josh couldn't make his voice go as high, but I never thought his transformations were nearly as painful). Also I'd suggest doing the U.K.'s thing where it's a really bad idea to tranquilize and lock a Minato up before the Full Moon rises to keep him contained. Other than that, do whatever makes you happy.

3. Does MBI know about the supernatural? Honestly, I don't care about this. Well, actually, it's more like I can see the merits in both. On the one hand, it makes total sense that they know about this and I've imagined a fairly nice scene of Minato's mother catching him mid-transformation and discovering why he ditched them, possibly explaining everything to Amiya and the others. On the other hand, it would be pretty fun to have the bad guys be behind the 8-ball on something for once, possibly with a lot of "What the F# $!"-s being bandied around.