Author's Note: Sorry, so far I know this story has been leaning heavily toward the Sekirei side of the crossover, but it will be switching back to High School DxD again soon and then Fairy Tail. There is a method to my madness, I swear! I can make this work, and I will! Thank you to my supporting reviewers and those who helped me realize things I hadn't explained so well and needed too, so there will be some exposition in this chapter, sorry it was kind of forced.
Now, I'd like to say when Hogwarts and the Wizards will show back up... Later. A long long while from now actually. The Sekirei Plan will be finished, (it really is the shortest plot of the Manga/Animes), and it will be near the end of Season 2 of the DxD anime. For those in the know though, you know exactly what I'm waiting for to bring in the Wizards ;D, shh, if you want to talk about it, PM me. The Fairy Tail part will kick in then as well, as Harry will be out of school for the summer and can take missions.
Thank you all again for the wonderful reviews, and I hope you like this latest chapter!
A blue faced Harry lay on his side on the grassy hill over looking one of the rivers that surrounded the city. Above him, the bubbly happy brunette girl was looking around for the twins who had attacked them, her gloved hand still holding onto his. Her brown eyes blinked when she noticed the dead weight on the end of her arm and turned to look at the downed teen. "Oh no! I'm so sorry," she said sadly as she released his hand and began bowing repeatedly toward the teen.
Groaning, Harry forced himself to rise to his feet, feeling a sudden rush of renewed strength pass through his body. "I'm fine," he said, unintentionally using his trademark line. "I'm just glad we got away from those two crazed lightning users," he said with a smile. Inside though he was wondering just what sort of magic the two of them had been using. "I'm Harry by the way," he said with a bow of his own, wondering just when he had picked up the habit, "Harry Potter."
The girl's eyes grew starry as she looked at him and the wizard gulped and stepped back, afraid this girl would be some crazed fan like those in England. "I'm Sekirei Number 88, Masubi," she said happily taking Harry by surprise. "I'm a Fist-type," she said as if that explained anything and began throwing a few punches that almost seemed to blur to Harry's eyes.
"It is a pleasure to meet you Musubi," he said politely before he noticed the girl laid out on the ground unconscious. His green eyes blinked in confusion as he wondered just what had caused the poor girl to collapse. Surprisingly his answer came a moment later when a rumbling roar ripped through the air, causing a sweat drop to form on the back of his head. "She's as bad as Ron," he muttered.
Remembering the revelation earlier that he was now some sort of devil, kept Harry from praying that his mother didn't come home at any moment. He sat on the floor of his bedroom, which still caused him to blush as he looked about it, across from a happy Musubi who was happily chowing down on a bag of fast food like there was no tomorrow. She actually had two hamburgers in either hand as she bit from one and then the other much like he remembered his red-headed former friend having done to a set of chicken legs during first year.
The large breasted girl was currently squeezed into one of Harry's shirts that was many times to small and fit her advanced endowments like a second skin and a pair of white panties. Her clothes were currently in the wash in order to remove the burn marks they had received from the twin's static electricity.
"So... Musubi," the wizard turned devil started as he tried to think of a topic to pass the time, and hopefully distract his hormone crazed body. "You said you were a Sekirei before. What exactly is that? I've never heard the term before you see and... well you aren't some sort of Angel or Devil or something are you?"
The brown haired girl blinked as she looked up at the teen with a questioning eye. Swallowing she smiled and shook and her head. "No, Harry-kun," she replied, causing Harry's cheeks to burn at the attachment to his name. "We are, oh, what do you humans call it," she whispered to herself. "Oh, we're um... Oh no, I lost it," She said miserably and hanging her head.
"It, its not a problem," Harry stammered as he reached out to pat the woman's bare leg without thinking about it. His green eyes, which were rather fixed on the handle of his bedroom door in case his mother was coming in, missed the blush that rushed across Musubi's face at the action. "I'm sure it will come to you at some point," he said kindly. "So, where are you staying? Its getting kind of late and I'll be happy to walk you home when your clothes are done."
Again, Musubi looked depressed and shook her head. "I don't have anywhere to stay until I can find my Ashikabi. Then, I will live with them as I fight and grow stronger until I can reach the Heavens," she said with a smile as she thought about a life with her Ashikabi. "I haven't found them yet, but I'll know when I do," she said turning her gaze to Harry's face and blushing.
The raven haired boy shook his head. He was probably going to be grounded big time for this, but he needed to help this lovely woman, he could feel it. "Well, if you need a place to stay tonight, I suppose you can stay here," he said with a wince as he thought about his mother's reaction. "You can look for your Ashikabi tomorrow while I'm in school. Speaking of which, I should probably get started on my homework..."
Harry and Musubi went stiff as a dark aura seemed to fill the house from out of nowhere. Gulping audibly, Harry turned to the door he had sworn he had just been looking at to see it open and a menacing shadow standing in the hallway with glowing red eyes. Fear swept through his body like he thought only Dementor's could produce as he noticed the waving red hair standing off the imposing figure's head.
"Harry-kun," the menacingly sweet voice of Erza Scarlet said from the hall. "Did I just hear you offer to share your bed with this lovely OLDER girl," the shadow continued as his mother stepped into the light of his room. A chest-plate rested on her upper body with steel gauntlets covering her hand. A blue skirt hung halfway down her thighs while a pair of knee high leather boots were leaving impressions on the hardwood floor. A sword was clasped in her right hand as fire seemed to fill the air behind her.
"Oh," the chipper voice of Musubi cut through the air seemingly not noticing the tension in the room. "You must be Harry-kun's mother," the brunette said with a bow to the teenage looking mother. "I am Sekirei number 88, the Fist-type known as Musubi! You're son was nice enough to feed me and offer me shelter since I had no money and no where to stay tonight," she explained.
The red head's eyes snapped toward the woman, the fire snuffed out to be replaced with surprise. "Sekirei," she asked with an intrigued voice that did not escape her raven haired child. Erza's hand began to inch for her phone before she realized she was currently wearing armor and would have to change her clothes back in order to access it. "In that case, you can stay for as long as you need to, Musubi," the redhead said with a bow toward the well endowed girl. "I need to make a phone call, excuse me," she whispered before leaving the room.
Harry's green eyes blinked in shock as he watched his mother walk out of the room. His heart was still beating a mile a second as he tried to force himself to calm down. His mother... had just given her fourteen year old son the go ahead to sleep next to a busty older woman?! His eyes turned toward the brunette who was smiling pleasantly at him once more. 'What is a Sekirei and why does mom know about them,' he wondered to himself already feeling a mystery adventure coming on.
Harry woke the next morning feeling more comfortable then he had for years... at least he thought so. Trying to keep two lives separate was insanely difficult. Snuggling into his pillow, he sighed as he felt the warm cushion beneath his cheek rise and fall and the steady 'thub thub' of a relaxed beat. He was about to just drift off again when he suddenly felt a wave of terror. Lifting his head, he turned his head toward the door to see his mother, her eyes narrowed as her body was covered in shadow, leaving her green eyes glowing as she brandished a riding crop in her hand.
His eyes still blurry from sleep, the raven haired wizard turned his head to look at his pillow. The pink nipples of the bare chested Musubi were the first things he noticed and his green eyes snapped open. Back-peddling out of the bed, the sheet became wrapped around his leg and was pulled off the brown haired Sekirei. "What... No," he said whipping his head toward his furious mother. "I don't know what happened! I just woke up," he pleaded.
A cute yawn drew both of the green eyed magical people's attention to the bed. Sitting up, dressed in only a pair of nearly see through panties, Musubi stretched out her limbs, seemingly oblivious to the angry mother bear in the room. "Oh, is it morning already," she asked innocently. Her brown eyes swept over the redheaded crop wielder and turned toward the only boy in the room. "Good Morning, Harry-kun. I'm so excited for today!"
"Musubi," Erza growled as she stepped into the room. "Would you mind explaining just how you ended up in Harry's bed?"
"Hmm," the nearly nude woman asked as she looked about. "Oh, I couldn't sleep in the guest room," she said with a smile. "I'm used to sleeping with my sisters before yesterday, and Harry's bed was so close to my room that I just crawled in."
Blood erupted from Harry's nose at the thought of a group of equally as endowed women sharing a bed flashed into his mind. The geysers of blood sent his head snapping back against the wall with a loud crack before he managed to control himself.
Erza sighed as she felt her temper begin to ebb away. 'She looks like she's eighteen, but she acts like she is four,' Erza thought with a twitch before she turned her back to the room. "Please, return to your room and get dressed Musubi. Harry and I need to begin to get ready for school. We have a meeting with my guild leader this afternoon and Harry can't afford to be late for classes."
As he watched the two women walk out of his room, Harry groaned. Just his luck, the first time he wakes up with a hot woman in his bed, his recently resurrected mother just has to walk in. Rising to his feet the wizard quickly got dressed before running downstairs to make breakfast in hopes of calming his mother down.
As the three of them sat down to breakfast around the table, Harry thought of a question for his mother. "Mom, I ran into someone yesterday who seemed to know me. Her name is Raynare, apparently a Fallen Angel," he continued, watching his mother stiffen at the world 'Angel'. "She remembered what really happened, she even brought up the Dursleys and how they were the cause of her fall. Oh, and there is also the fact I seem to be a Devil of some sort," he added with a glare.
Erza looked toward Musubi for a moment before shaking her head. "You died in the graveyard in Little Hangleton after Voldemort's resurrection," the redhead started. "You wished to live, and managed to summon a Devil who was willing to resurrect you but the contract wasn't going to be so easily fulfilled. The Angel of Death came and brought me and your father to the graveyard from our own worlds to make the contract equal out, your life, your father and me. So, he merged the worlds fixed the memories of your friends, mine and your fathers, all those who mattered anyway."
She smiled at her son. "However, no being is all powerful. Humans are easy to manipulate, even if they are magical, Angels and Devils are another matter entirely I assume. I doubt as an Angel he can influence his own kind, everything has limits you know. This Fallen Angel, Raynare you said, remembers the events of her fall as a result. Just like how the Devil who brought you back as one of her kind will remember what happened."
"Is that a guess," Harry asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Yup," Erza stated with a smirk toward her son as she pushed away from the table and stood up. "Well, that's enough talk for now. We need to be going to school Harry. Musubi," she said turning toward the girl who had been silent as they talked, "I wish you luck in finding your Ashikabi."
Harry felt like he had a little too much on his mind as he casually went through the acts of being a classroom student. He had plenty of practice to make it look like he was paying attention when he was usually terrified of Voldemort blasting open his classroom door at any moment while he was at Hogwarts. But seriously, how could he focus knowing he had had died and been resurrected as a demon while apparently Death decided to merge several worlds to make it up to him.
Walking out of the school building after lunch, he was so distracted that he didn't notice the redheaded girl watching him from a higher window with blue eyes. Behind him, he made out the voices of the Perverted Trio, talking about girl's measurements and cursing the 'pretty boys' that were attending the school. After finding a tree, he pulled his bento box from his book-bag and sat down to eat, ready to forget his problems for a moment while he ate.
This however turned out to be impossible as he felt the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. Dropping his box he lunged away from the shade of the tree just in time for lightning to strike it, splitting the thick trunk in two before setting it alight. In less then a second Harry's wand was in his hand as he whirled around to see what had happened. He had already died once, no use for a repeat performance.
His eyes barely took in the burning tree, ignoring the screams of the students in the yard, as he looked for the cause of lightning to flash from the bright blue sky. His green eyes finally locked on the familiar forms of the two long black haired women who had been chasing Musubi the day before standing on the school's roof. "Sekirei," he muttered in shock as the leather glad women stared him down.
Out of the corner of his eyes he noticed two sets of groups watching him. The first was being held back by a tiny old man who reminded Harry of Flitwick back in Scotland. He could see his mother's red hair amongst those who the teacher was obviously telling to stay back and out of the fight. She was watching him intently, and even from here he could see the black aura radiating from her body as her green eyes were narrowed.
Across the yard was the Occult Research Club. The redheaded president and her raven haired vice president stood with their arms crossed, casually observing the situation. Nearby, a boy with blond hair stood, straight backed and proud, as his eyes darted from Harry to the two women on the roof and back again. Finally, there was a girl with shoulder length silver hair, who barely paid what was going on any mind as she casually ate a box of sweets.
"Where is the girl," one of the women on the school's roof demanded. "Look kid, we don't want to hurt you," she said with a glare.
"We just need to take her out before she gets winged," the purple clad twin finished her sister's sentence. Harry felt a shiver run down his body as he had a flashback to a certain set of prankster twins. "However, if we have to shock the answers from you," her hand ignited in electricity along with her sisters. As the two clasped hands, the energy seemed to grow immensely more powerful.
"We will," the two finished together before their power arced high into the sky and made a split second turn to rush toward the teen.
Harry's wand flashed as a shield erupted in front of him without the usual verbal spell casting. Lightning met magical shield for a brief moment before Harry's spell gave out. In a rush of pain he was introduced to the power of electricity first hand as it jolted through his body and sent him flying through the air onto his back.
'PATHETIC,' a voice roared inside the wizard's head, one he had never heard before. Blinking he tried to shake off the sudden booming voice and climb back to his feet. Surprisingly, a shock of pure electricity was on par with the Cruciatus Curse, something he had not thought possible after experiencing the torture curse first hand only days ago. 'IMPRESS ME WIZARD,' the booming voice rang through his mind again adding a migraine to the pain of his body, 'MAYBE I'LL OFFER TO LET YOU USE MY POWER.'
'I can do it myself,' Harry growled back as he pointed his wand toward the school. "Reducto," he spat only for his wand to crumble into blackened ash in his hand. His green eyes were wide as Harry stared at the ruins of his wand, burned to a crisp by the twin's electricity. The only part of his holly and phoenix feather wand to remain was the red and gold feather in his hand. "Oh shit..."
Harry felt the hair on the back of his neck rise again before he jerked his head up to see another bolt of lightning hurling for him. He barely had time to register the attack before he felt something grip the back of his uniform and the ground fell away. Turning his head to look behind him, Harry felt his heart skip a beat at the sight of a grim faced brunette as she pulled him through the air. "Musubi," he said in awe.
With a heavy thud and a cloud of dust, the pair landed behind the school's female locker room, nearly stomping on Issei as he cowered behind the bushes. "What the hell," the messy haired pervert demanded as he scrambled away from the two who had nearly killed him.
"Musubi," Harry said again as he smiled at the woman who had just saved his backside. His smile melted off his face as he twisted his head to look back toward the school. "You have to get out of here," he said sadly turning toward the heavy chested girl in white. "Those two are looking for you and I won't let them get their hands on you. I'll do what I can to hold them off but you have to get out of here and find your Ashikabi."
The woman smiled at Harry as she listened to him speak before shaking her head in response. "I cannot leave you, Harry-kun," she said in nearly a whisper as a blush colored her cheeks. They both ignored the sputtering Issei behind them as they looked into each other eyes. "I feel so hot, Harry, and my heart, can you feel it," she asked as she took his hand and lifted it to her left breast, allowing the younger teen to feel her hardened nipple against his palm. "I have found my Ashikabi," she whispered before leaning in and pressing her lips to his.
The raven haired wizard turned devil never felt anything like it. It was as if his magic sang as he pressed his lips back against Musubi's as he felt something within his very soul connect to the woman he was kissing. Their eyes closed, the two didn't see the eruption of power around them as they deepened the kiss, their tongues dancing against one another as if battling for dominance.
An aura of platinum energy erupted around the devil, outlined in black, as pointed devil wings ripped through his school uniform. A pink aura had enveloped the Sekirei as wings of pink light erupted from behind her as a tattoo of a bird with four tomoe beneath it surrounding a yin-yang symbol appeared on the back of her neck. So lost in each others embrace were the two that they didn't notice the narrowed blue eyes of a certain redhead standing on the roof in her school uniform, or the infuriated green glare from a certain mother who had seen the whole thing.
'HA, THAT WILL DO IT,' the deep booming voice said in Harry's mind, almost distracting him from his first kiss. 'THERE IS MORE THAN ONE WAY TO IMPRESS A BEING, I GUESS YOU FOUND ONE... HEY! ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME,' the voice growled. 'WHATEVER, JUST DON'T SQUANDER THIS POWER.'
The kiss broke up as the teen and the older woman stared into each others eyes lost in a feeling neither had ever felt before. Suddenly Harry felt his need to protect rush through him like never before. Platinum rings materialized around his elbows before dark purple armor ran down his forearms to cover his hands in a set of gauntlets while long sharp red claws materialized on his fingertips as the phoenix feather in his hand seemed to disappear. "Wow," Harry muttered as he looked down at the gauntlets on his arms. "Remind me to kiss you more often, Musubi," he said with a wink.
"Come on, Harry-kun," the brown haired girl stated as she hopped to her feet, and pulled her red fingerless gloves tighter down over her fists. "Lets go show those two what we can do," she stated happily before she ran around the boy she had just kissed turned the corner back into the yard, Harry hurrying on her heels.
Behind them, a boy with hair just as messy as Harry's and nearly as bright green eyes wept into his elbow as he beat his fist against the locker room wall. "Why," Issei Hyoudou wailed, "Why could that lovely big titted Goddess have kissed me!"