Ok getting this out of the way first. Sorry I took so long updating this, things came up. However, I would have had this out like a week or two earlier if two things hadn't happened. One, I came down with something.

And I do mean "something" because I have no clue what the hell it was. Basically full head sinus/ throat/mouth/lung, inflammation/pain/congestion that was followed by a full body joint and ligament inflammation/pain and stomach cramping/indigestion/bathroom blues (if you know what I mean).

Honestly felt like I got last place in an ass kicking competition. I all but drowned myself in Vitamin C, green tea and cranberry juice along with tactical air strikes of Advil and Halls honey lemon cough drops to try and fight this crap and I'm STILL dealing with minor congestion two weeks after it started.

And Two, let's not forget that both before and after this little episode of misery that Thor and Odin decided to throw a block party in my neck of the woods.

Susano'o was the DJ and Zeus invited (read as bribed) himself along by bringing a couple dozen kegs for the occasion.

You can imagine how we puny mortals took it... I don't have a surge protector and I cant afford the good ones that give those really really good guarantees. So, any time an angry god starts chucking around ionized bitchslaps, I have to unplug my shit for the duration which cuts into the ever shrinking time I could be devoting to writing.

So yeah, it be srs bsns.

Ok lets get right into the Fic o' the day: Halo:Finishing the Fight by Red Mage 04 If you're a fan of Forgotten Realms lore and or Simply the Drizzt Do'urden saga by R. A. Salvatore *Shameless fangirling* Then you'll definitely love this. Basically, The Master Chief, Cortana and a small crew of misfits crash lands on Faerun and one thing leads to another until The Chief and a number of allies fight off the dark elves in a massive battle that incorporates Halo grade tech into the fight. So, imagine magic and halo firepower colliding with each other, tis epically badass.

Set before, during and after the Time of Troubles during the Drizzt books, its when Matron Baenre targets Mithral Hall... Needless to say the asskicking is even better than in the books and the characterizations are damn near spot on. 9.9 outa 10

EDIT: A kindly reviewer has brought to my attention that Finishing the Fight is actually completed on Space Battles Forum. So, if you all want to finish the story then read what's on FF first because that's more polished, then pick things right back up on Space Battles. So, thanks again random reviewer, you're pretty damn awesome. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go read more about dark elves asploding via 26th century high velocity/high impact boomy goodness muahahahahaaa.

Song/Vid of the day: Clutch - Electric Worry I've been listening to this like non-stop for two weeks, I hate to say it, but this shit is so cash. As in Johnny Cash level... of course *cough*

Word's of the day: Ionized bitchslap Because I made myself laugh writing that out.

Disclaimer: I own neither Bleach nor Sekirei, that belongs to the appropriate parties, so don't sue please.

-ooo-

"Talking"

'Thinking'

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Chapter 9: Wet dreams (Not like that you perverts)

"What is with the women in this town?" Ichigo sighed, dropping into a nearby chair and idly checking the information of several people walking through the nearby door, nursing a small bruise to his chin from a slightly drunk (and loud) woman who'd gotten a little grabby and thought he was one of the workers of the establishment. He had politely told her that he wasn't a host and that she should look for someone else. She hadn't taken that well...

No wonder they needed a bouncer around here.

And obviously he had gotten the bouncer job, Homura's boss was actually rather happy to have him to be honest. Hell, she'd even had him working that very day as the need for a bouncer outweighed the need for propriety. What he hadn't realized was how rowdy the place actually was. It was more of a bar and high class restaurant than an actual host club, with both men and women workers prowling the floor, picking up any patron that happened to be drunk or rich enough at the time to make sinking several thousand yen into their company more... agreeable. It was this combined atmosphere that made it so easy to pull off a host club in this day and age when they were so frowned upon. With so much 'personal time' between the patrons and workers it was a perfect hotbed for backdoor dealings. Never more apparent when he had met the woman who ran the place.

She was a abrupt, preferring a 'cut to the chase' attitude that got the job done quicker than trying to sweet talk her way through everything. It was this attitude along with Ichigo's own straightforward nature that got him in the door... or by the door as it were.

Ichigo waved in several potential clients, pointing out the bar and mentioning a couple drinks to try, drinks that would get them drunk quickly and make it easier for the workers to have their way with them. Yes, he was already in his element, having worked as a bouncer several times before and the atmosphere here was fairly similar.

So it was a surprise when Ichigo noticed Homura making his way through towards him, lit cigarette in his mouth and a question on his face. The Fullbringer sat up in his chair as the flame Sekirei pulled up a chair nearby.

"Yo." He greeted, dropping into the chair with a sigh.

Ichigo grunted a rough greeting to the flame Sekirei before giving the man a once over, including the burning stick clenched between his teeth. "Smoke break?"

Homura nodded. "You want one?"

A shake of the head answered him. "Nah, I don't like the taste and my dad's a doctor, you kind of lose the temptation for one of them after being showed how badly they can mess you up."

"Ah..." The Sekirei grimaced slightly, staring at the butt clenched between his teeth, moving it around a few times before sucking on the thing "So...?" He sighed, releasing the pent up smoke in a large cloud.

Ichigo relaxed into his chair. "You want to know more about how I can re-wing Sekirei, right?"

The flame Sekirei choked on what little bit of smoke was left in his mouth, cigarette falling from his lips to the floor where it was immediately stamped out by Ichigo. After clearing his throat a few times and giving Ichigo the evil eye for stamping on one of his cigs the man pulled another one from a pack in his shirt pocket. With a discreet flick of his finger the man had the thing lit and back in his mouth. "How did you know?"

Ichigo rolled his eyes, watching the smoke float further off into the club. "It was obvious. It's the only thing that I've mentioned in the last twenty-four hours that you could possibly come to see me about."

Homura made a noncommittal grunt at that. "Well?"

"If you're worried about me abusing it, don't. I promised to protect the Sekirei, not steal them from their rightful Ashikabi." He eyed the chain-smoking Sekirei for a moment. "Something that Miya said you promised to do as well. However, I WILL save them from abusive Ashikabi if I have to." He turned away then, scratching his head absently. "Besides, I couldn't even begin to re-wing them without Musubi's help anyway."

A frown made's it's way on the flame Sekirei's face. "That scatterbrain is the key? How?"

"Ever heard of Sekirei Zero-eight Yume?"

For the second time that night Homura nearly choked on his cigarette, though this time he kept a hand on the burning stick, like hell he was going to waste it and by the flow of this conversation, he was likely going to need it. Clearing his throat again the Flame Sekirei stared cautiously at Ichigo. "Of course I've heard of her, she was the commander of the Disciplinary Squad at one point."

Ichigo stared back, a single eyebrow raised. "The who?"

"The Disciplinary Squad." Homura repeated. "Several of the stronger Sekirei whom MBI keep a leash on and use against people who break the rules of the Sekirei Plan." A grimace formed on his face. "They're not exactly the most pleasant members of our race to deal with. Regardless, around fifteen years ago she disappeared and Karasuba -one of Miya's old subordinates and rival- took over her post and is it's current leader.

"They sound like a real piece of work." Ichigo mumbled.

The grimace grew into a scowl. "Yeah, Karasuba even moreso. She's bloodthirsty and absolutely ruthless..." He forced himself to calm down, there was no sense in getting worked up over the crazy woman. "So what does Yume have to do with you re-winging Sekirei?"

"Her Tama is inside Musubi."

Ok, maybe it was a good time to get worked up... It took a concerted effort not to yell his surprise in Ichigo's face, though he did manage to croak out a muted. "What?"

"Musubi's body has two Tama; hers and Yume's" Ichigo repeated blankly. "The latter giving the former her Tama to save the former's life."

Homura slowly and with shaking hands pulled out his box of cigarettes and shook it lightly, finding the thing to be nearly empty. "I'm gonna need another pack." He mumbled to himself, lighting another cigarette to calm his nerves. "Well that explains a few things."

"How so?"

The chain-smoker shook his head. "I was only a brat at the time but just about all of us knew that Yume was more in tune with her Tama than most; It's how she could be be a fist and an element type at the same time. From what you've told me, it's also likely how she placed her own Tama within Musubi's body." He held up a hand to stop Ichigo's coming question. "You have to understand Ichigo, aside from a handful of us, very few can actually interact with our own Tama and even then not to any level of skill. If someone like Yume had access to the Tama of a Sekirei as oblivious as Musubi for as long as she's been in there then I shudder to imagine what she's capable of now." He ran a hand through his hair while taking another puff from his cigarette. "Reactivating and even outright highjacking another Sekirei's crest when it's at it's weakest would be simple if she's had this long to study how other Tama work and..." Homura's voice trailed off as he eyed Ichigo warily.

"And?" Ichigo asked curiously, leaning forward in his chair.

"-And she would need a power source that is equal to if not stronger than the Tama she's trying to revive..." He stared at Ichigo, really stared at him then. "I know you're not a Sekirei, you don't have the feel of one... but there's just no way a regular human could do what you do. I've seen that sword and those strange clothes you made out of what seemed like pure darkness. Just what the hell are you Ichigo Kurosaki?"

The only thing that answered him for several moments was a raised eyebrow from Ichigo. Then. "Normally I'd respond with something stupid like 'I'm Complicated.' just to annoy you..." Homura growled at the cavalier attitude of the Fullbringer. Ichigo held up a hand. "But, I guess I can be nice for once." He then proceeded to give a quick rundown on the races of the living and the afterlife for the flame Sekirei's benefit, though he did leave out a few key details, including his current cursed predicament.

"So, you're a... Full... Bringer" Homura stumbled over the strange word for a second. "And your powers come from these 'hollow' things... which are-?"

"Evil spirit's who eat's pure souls to sate the insatiable emptiness that forms when a pure soul turns into a hollow." Ichigo furrowed his brow. "And before you say that this sounds utterly ridiculous and made up. Might I remind you that you're an alien with a magical soul ball stuck inside of you that allows you to harness supernatural powers and your one goal in life is to empathetically bond with a being of an entirely different species."

Homura, who just so happened to be opening his mouth to say exactly that, closed his mouth in that same moment. "I see your point." He leaned back into his chair. "It still sound's far fetched to me."

The Fullbringer shrugged. "Fine, next time I go purify a hollow I'll bring you along so you can see one for yourself."

Homura seemed to ponder that a moment before slowly nodding. "I won't have to fight it if these things happen to be real... right?"

"Dunno." Another shrug. "They go after the most spiritually active because those 'taste better.' So out of all the Sekirei in the city I'd say you along with all the single numbers are probably the most delicious thing around here besides myself. Why there aren't more of them in this city right now is a mystery to me."

The Flame Sekirei's face flatted into a deadpan. "Oh joy, I needed to know that I'm some sort of delicacy for evil spirits."

"You asked."

The ash haired man sighed, standing up while at the same time lighting another cigarette with his thumb. "Yeah, I know I did. Doesn't mean I have to like it." He idly scratched at his chest a bit. "This has been an interesting conversation but I need to get back to work." He turned to leave. "I think I have a better idea of who you are now, Ichigo Kurosaki."

It was too easy. "Is that a good thing or should I be worried for my chastity?"

Homura nearly face vaulted then, nearly. As it stood he choked on his cigarette again -something he was really beginning to hate- which sent out a comically large smoke ring like some demented dragon. It took him a moment to get his lungs back in order but when he did he was glaring daggers at the Fullbringer. "I would never do something like that with another man."

"And if your Ashikabi happens to be a man?" Ichigo replied smugly, it was just so much fun messing with the guy, he was just too serious.

The Sekirei blanched several shades of white as he turned away slightly. "If that ever happens..." He turned on his heels and walked away without saying another word, though Ichigo could see that he had deeply troubled the Sekirei with his words.

"Well, damn... Now I feel kind of bad... No I don't." With another snort of amusement the Fullbringer turned back to the door to check another customers ID.

-ooo-

A week passed by in a blink for Ichigo as he acclimated himself into his new job. With the end of the first week he had already made a fairly hefty paycheck, which he then used to pay off Miya for the month and get His Sekirei some casual clothing so that they wouldn't stick out like a sore thumb in the city.

Another thing of note was that he had somehow retained his virginity in a house full of horny aliens. How? You might ask.

Well, working at a night job had the unfortunate side effect of his sleep schedule being the exact opposite of his Sekirei, though thanks to his fullbring his days usually lasted seventy-two hours or longer before he actually required any sleep, and when he did sleep it was usually Musubi, Akitsu, Kuu and Yashima who joined him, Matsu had tried to get fresh with him on several occasions but Ichigo had pointed out the rules he had set out for the perverted woman. Likewise, Yomi had attempted several groping's while in the safety of Ichigo's room, after all they still got Hanya'd when trying anything perverted out in the halls or anywhere else in the house, something the scythe wielder found out rather quickly.

But, he made it absolutely clear that he would sleep with them when he was damn good and ready, that required a bit of time for him to get to know the women he had become attached to the hip with.

Which was what he was doing... Each day that week after he had started working again had been a day devoted to each of the girls.

Monday had been devoted to his first Sekirei Musubi, he had found out a bit more about her past and why the was the way she was. A bit of a chilling discover was made when Ichigo found out that Musubi knew Karasuba, the leader of the Disciplinary squad that Homura had mentioned and had a bit of a wager with the woman to prove her way of things right; that is to say, that love was the most powerful thing in the universe.

While Ichigo wasn't 'quite' sure that love was as powerful as she said it was, he did agree that her determination towards a specific goal would make her stronger, he even promised Musubi that he would teach her more about how to fight.

Tuesday had been devoted to his second Sekirei and the one who needed his attention the most. Yashima hadn't spoken to him much, though she had stopped moving away from his touch and now called him "Ichigo-sama" more than "Ashikabi-sama" at his insistence of course. He had weaseled a few of her likes out of her earlier in the day, one of which had been steamed dumplings. So, to cheer the hammer Sekirei up a little bit, Ichigo had taken her out to lunch where they had ended up sharing a rather large bowl of steamed pork dumplings. It had cheered her up so much that the girl had mustered up the courage to grab his arm as they walked.

The relieved smile he had given her in turn had the girl blushing all the way back to Izumo Inn.

Wednesday had been devoted to Akitsu. At first he had asked the ice Sekirei what she wanted to do for the day. Which she had responded with a quiet. "I... will do what Ashikabi-sama want's me to do." Clearly, her devotion to him extended even further than he had thought... So, Ichigo had left for the day, Akitsu in tow to try and find something that both of them could do together while at the same time allow him to bond with the calmest one of his flock. Eventually, Ichigo had gotten bored just walking the streets and had wandered into a used book store for a look around. At one point he sent Akitsu off to find something that she might want to read and that he would read it to her, if only to have something to do. He really should have known better...

A scant few minutes later Ichigo felt a tug on his shirt and turned to find Akitsu standing there with a small tankoban in her hand, the manga looking rather worn from use but the cover looked rather charming... that is until he looked inside.

The less he said about it the better, though it did contain large amounts of leather and domination, particularly of the women. His face burned a brighter red the further he went in, Akitsu herself sported a light blush that lit up her pale skin like a hot iron. He had asked her why, oh why, she had to choose this one, which she responded with "Ah... I like it..." That pretty much sorted that. Ichigo reluctantly paid for the book, the owner giving him a cheeky grin, apparently he knew exactly what that book was about. They left the shop with all speed, Ichigo quickly leading her away to a secluded park nearby to read the book with her like he had promised, though he didn't look forward to it. He really should have know better...

The next few hours had been rather embarrassing for the Fullbringer, but he had promised that he would read the book with her and he would be damned first before he broke one of those. When he had finally finished the book, he felt a bit hot under the collar and Akitsu was sitting closer to him than he honestly thought necessary.

He probably would have lost his virginity then and there had a jogger not wandered by and scared the crap out of both of them. The moment now broken, Ichigo stood and they left the park, though not before Akitsu had asked if he they could do this again. Not thinking clearly and wanting to get out of there as quickly as possible, the Fullbringer agreed.

He really should have known better...

Thursday was devoted to Yomi and one of the days that he actually feared for his virtue. He was correct in those fears. She had all but dragged him to a movie theatre near the "entertainment" part of town, a movie theatre which only showed R-rated movies. Yashima had "volunteered" to choose the movie, which just so happened to be a slasher flick that showed as much nudity as it did blood.

In Ichigo's honest opinion It was one of, if not the most uncomfortable hour and a half of his life. She would give him subtle touches here and there, playfully lick the butter off of his fingers after he had eaten some popcorn and at one point, had even hopped into his lap to kiss him full on the lips. Thankfully there wasn't that many people, it was during a brightly lit part of the movie and they had chosen a spot in the back of the theatre or the wings that appeared from Yomi's back might have caused a problem. As it stood, once the movie ended, Ichigo had hightailed it out of there with Yomi in tow.

He would never admit it out loud to Yomi or anyone for that matter, but he had actually enjoyed every second of that.

Friday was spent mostly with Kusano, that had been a true day of discovery for the Fullbringer and one that cemented the lovable yet ditsy Sekirei's place for Ichigo. The green girl-turned-woman was fairly easy to get along with, acting every bit the child that she used to be. He had found out that she loved gardening -no surprise there- and they had gone out shopping to buy her a plant that she could take care of. It had taken far longer than expected to find a plant for the young girl, mainly because Ichigo had mentioned the need for a plant that she could use to defend herself with her powers if necessary. Eventually, the girl had approached in a huff, holding what could only be described as a 'painful' example of desert cactus. Potted in a flexible plastic pot, it's stem was only about the size of a fist, covered in large spines the length of his finger and held to the base by a bright red Areole. looking at the plant and knowing what Kusano could do with it if she felt threatened... it sent a small shiver up his spine and a firm approval from the Fullbringer.

On their way to pay for the plant, Ichigo noticed a small display filled with different variety's of produce and flower seeds. Ichigo stared at those packets for several moments before a large, evil grin formed on his face as several ideas came to mind.

The two left the store not long after, Ichigo stopping to pick up several dozen bags of ping pong balls and some braided cord before heading back to the inn.

It would be a little while later that the two would find themselves out in the Maison's yard, near the fence and next to the tree that Ichigo had been contacted by Kusano. During the course of the day, Ichigo had found out that Kusano had never been fully adjusted by MBI, as a result she never had a good handle on her powers. Lately though, due to her sudden growth spurt she had come into a manner of control as her powers expanded outward into the rest of her body, diluting it enough to where she could handle her powers about as well as his other Sekirei. Though she would occasionally rapidly grow something nearby if and when she lost control of her emotions. That last bit of information had intrigued Ichigo, only coming to a head when he noticed the seed packets in that store.

Kusano could rapidly grow plants... any kind of plant... even food plants... The Fullbringer rubbed his hands together, chuckling like an evil genius. If this worked he could make a mint selling to the nearby markets. In the middle of a big city like this, having fresh -possibly exotic- home grown fruits and vegetables was a luxury, a luxury he was going to cash in on. Combined with his bouncer job, he'd be rolling in cash for the first time in a long time.

And if it helped to feed the veritable walking garbage disposals that were his Sekirei, then so much the better.

After explaining what he wanted from Kusano, he planted a couple of tomato seeds nearby while at the same time stabbing several small sticks into the ground for them to grab hold of. He then stood back and allowed Kusano to work her magic.

And work her magic she did. Those sad little seeds that probably would have taken several months to reach full maturity had sprung up like a jack-in-the-box, each flowering then sprouting green orbs that expanded outward, turning yellow, then bright red as they reached full maturity. By the time Kusano stopped using her powers the plants had grown up to his chest and had at least two dozen or more fist sized tomatoes on them in several stages of ripeness.

Ichigo's grin was absolutely predatory. He took one of the ripest fruits from the vine and bit into it, an explosion of flavor met that action and nearly caused him to cry tears of joy. Jackpot!

But that was only part of what he had bought those seeds for. The other part was going to help Kusano in the event that she didn't have a plant handy to defend herself with. Calming himself of the thought's of quick money the Fullbringer got to work on making several bracelets and a necklace out of those ping pong balls, each one would have a hole through it, which would then have a cord passed through it, using knots on either side to hold it in place. However, it was what was inside those plastic shells that made them special. He had filled each of them with a small bit of dirt and a single rose seed. linking up a half dozen for each of them to make a pair of bracelets large enough to fit Kusano's wrists, as well as another dozen for the necklace.

Tacky? Perhaps, but with enough practice? Definitely effective. As the second gift given to Kusano and the first gift made especially for her, that had earned Ichigo some brownie points and a rather exuberant glomping from the green girl.

Saturday was spent within the confines of Matsu's room, going over her powers in detail. Turns out Matsu's powers related to the brain, specifically her ability to hack into any computer system and get out without anyone knowing she was there. Ichigo had stared blankly at her for several moments, contemplating how brokenly overpowered that kind of ability was, then his mind wandered to a few of his old criminal employers that had stiffed him on their end of the deal, he could do so much to those jackasses without them even realiz-

No! No, he needed to use Matsu's ability responsibly, for a purpose other than petty vengeance...

Well, seeing as most of the blunders he had suffered during his life had to do with poor planning or misinformation-

Ichigo turned to glare at a particularly Urahara shaped wall. The figment of his imagination happened to be laughing behind that insufferable fan of his, which made his hands twitch in a motion reminiscent of strangling something, imagining all the different ways he could cause pain to the infuriating man for sending him off to fight his battles with little help or information.

-So, to that end, he asked if Matsu could break into MBI's computer databanks and retrieve any and all information on all the Sekirei and Ashikabi she could find, up to and including where they lived, their daily routine within the city and whatever else could be found out.

The way Matsu grinned at him then, the light from her computers catching her glasses just right to make them shine ominously, sent a shiver down his spine.

She had kissed him then, calling upon her Norito to get the job done faster. It would still take three days to get what he wanted, but considering that there was over a hundred Sekirei and likely around half that many humans to track and find information on, he could wait.

-ooo-

*Drip. Drip. Drip*

Ichigo groaned as he sat up in his bed. Only... this wasn't his bed... or his room... or Izumo for that matter. Blinking lightly to clear his eyes revealed that he was laying on top of a high rise and that he was in his casual clothes rather than his sleepwear.

*Drip. Drip. Drip.*

"What was that noise." Ichigo frowned, rubbing his face as he got to his feet. "And where the hell am I?"

"I've finally found you!"

reacting on instinct, Ichigo took a step backward, a lance of water passing by his nose and cutting a jagged line out of the concrete railing nearby. 'Same shit, different day.' Ichigo sighed internally, having been in this situation several times before. He casually acknowledged his attacker, shunting a quick Kora through his clothing and skin. "Yeah, you found me, now explain to me why you needed to attack me and why you were look for me in the first place."

Breasts. Large breasts... oh and a pretty blonde too... Who also happened to have a large amount of water floating around her and looked to be just a hair shy of total reactor meltdown on a scale of pissed.

"Dost thou think me inept?" The woman sneered. "Thou art my Ashikabi and for that I shall destroy thou."

"What." Ichigo deadpanned. That's not how it works! The Sekirei finds their Ashikabi then they make out and then shiny things happen, that's just the way it's done!

"Art thou deaf?" The woman frowned, thinking literally she raised her voice, anger more apparent now than ever. "I said 'Thou art my Ashikabi and for that I shall DESTROY THOU!" She raised her hand and a large orb of water formed in front of her. "DIE!" The orb shot through the air like a giant bullet, moving unerringly towards Ichigo.

Ichigo, for his part merely sighed before jumping over the projectile with a minor bringer jump. As he touched down he glared blankly at the woman. "Gonna hazard a guess and say that you don't like me very much?"

The blonde's fists shook at the casual dismissal of her attack and the flippant response of her target. "I Loath thou! I shall not have an Ashikabi! I shall not have one such as thou defile my body!"

"Then you won't have one." Ichigo shrugged. "If you don't want me to be your Ashikabi then I won't force you to be my Sekirei, simple as that." Of course that 'would' interfere with his 'protect as many Sekirei as possible' plan, but such sacrifices needed to be made and he sure as hell wasn't going to force her into it.

The Fullbringer's words stopped the Water user cold. "W-what dost thou mean? Thou would deny thyself a Sekirei?" Her words sounded more incredulous there at the end.

Ichigo rolled his eyes. "Not that I want to but I'm not in the business of forcing women to do something that they don't want to do."

The water Sekirei drew back slightly at those words, a frown on her lips. "What is thy name?"

"Ichigo." He answered lightly, relaxing slightly at the women's less hostile tone. "Ichigo Kurosaki."

The woman nodded. "Sekirei Zero-Nine Tsukiumi. Regardless of what thou business is, I hope that thou understands, I cannot leave thee alive whilst thou affecting me so."

Ichigo reached up to massage his brow. Really? Really? "So you're going to ignore everything I just said because you don't like the feeling of a Reaction?" He narrowed his eyes at Tsukiumi. "You do realize that's rather childish, right?"

The woman's face seemed to contort as if in rage, though the comical way she presented it cut much of the effect. "Ho-HOW DARE THOU!"

"And now you're throwing a temper tantrum? Che." Ichigo scoffed at how easy it was to push this woman's buttons, it was like dealing with Rukia all over again.

With an unholy scream of rage Tsukiumi launched a giant wall of water right at Ichigo.

Sighing in annoyance, the Fullbringer again leapt over the wave, jumping off the air a moment later as Tsukiumi shot another wave off the top of the first one. Looky looky, she could learn, with a temper like that? Who knew? Ignoring the snarky bit of his brain, Ichigo dodged left as knife blade of water rushed past, speeding ahead to slice through the previous wave as if it wasn't even there.

"Stand still so that I might kill thou!" The water Sekirei snarled, raising a wall of water in front of her to fire off dozens of small beads of water at Ichigo.

Ichigo grimaced at the number of attacks as he flashed between them with bringer jumps, swatting those that got too close for comfort. "How about I don't and we say that I did?" He flashed forward to smash a fist into a hastily risen sphere of water.

"How ist thou fighting as if a Sekirei!?" The woman's voice was muffled by the water but it was clear enough to hear the shock in her tone as she had to take a step back from the shock of the blow, the fist denting in her water barrier as it slowed it down to non-lethal speeds.

Ichigo grunted as he pulled his hand back, his hand sore from punching what felt like a brick wall. "Sorry if I'm not in the talkative mood right now but I make it a habit not to tell the people who try to kill my how I do the things I do." He frowned as he slammed another fist into the sphere. "And to be perfectly honest you're starting to piss me off."

Tsukiumi flinched under the blow as well as the next two. Though by the fourth blow she'd had more than enough. With a roar she thrust both hands forward, sending the entire wall of water out like an explosion, forcing Ichigo back towards the edge of the roof.

With a flip, Ichigo landed in near the same spot as he'd woken in, staring down the woman who now had a large amount of water circling her.

"I shall not suffer this disgrace any further! Water Celebration!" A single finger shot forth as a raging torrent of water roared forward, several fingers breaking off to attack the Fullbringer from all sides.

"That has got to be the stupidest name I've ever heard for an attack." Ichigo mumbled under his breath. He shook his head, there was a time and place for jokes, this wasn't one of them. The Fullbringer held a hand clenched at his side, a dark miasma of Reiatsu forming within it. The hand snapped straight to form a blade, the dark energy forming a sharp line along the edge. "You really need to work on your attacks." He called out over the rushing waves as he leapt forward, cutting through the front most wave and slipping through the hole.

Tsukiumi gasped as Ichigo dove in, another wall of water rose up to meet his challenge, Ichigo growled a challenge as a similar dark miasma of energy formed over his shin. He jumped over a water blade that spat out from the wall, while midair a sharp ring of bringer light propelled his leg forward, spinning him around to add force behind the blow. With a building shaking impact Ichigo's leg connected with the wall of water, which then proceeded to rip apart like cheap foil. As soon as the hole was opened Ichigo flashed into Tsukiumi's guard, rightfully guessing that she wasn't as skilled up close as she was as a distance fighter. With a bone jarring smash a double fisted punch landed into the water Sekirei's stomach, sending her flying through her own defenses.

Not one to stand down so easily, Ichigo flashed behind the flying woman, using an overhead two handed smash to send her into the concrete roof below. Spider web cracks formed out several feet from the impact as the woman bounced off the roof like a broken toy, in fact, he'd though her unconscious until he landed next to her and found only a small abrasion on her forehead where she hit and her clothing was mildly torn.

"A head as hard as Orihime's I swear." The Fullbringer shook his own head as he picked the groaning woman up. "If you don't teach them manners, they never learn." And in front of God and country he set the woman on his knee, hiked her dress up over her back to reveal a pair of white panties, which he then tore down to her knees.

*SMACK*

Tsukiumi's eyes flew wide, now no longer dizzy from the attack. A sharp short squeal escaped her lips as another blow fell.

*SMACK*

The woman grunted in shock as blow after blow rained down on her bare behind, dozens perhaps more before the abuse was finally through.

When he finally finished delivering stingy justice he pulled the woman's panties back up then unceremoniously dumped her on the ground.

"Oof." A sharp exhale met that action as the woman sat there, too shocked to even speak after what had happened. Then. "T...Thou s-spanked me..." She was still a bit out of it when Ichigo crouched in front of her face, looking as bored as when the fight started.

"You wanted to throw a temper tantrum?" He shrugged. "Fine, if you're going to act like a child, I'll treat you like a child. I've had to discipline my sisters on occasion and you acting the way you are is no different and no excuse. If you don't want me as you Ashikabi, then I won't be. That still doesn't give you the right to try and kill me because I make you uncomfortable." He then grabbed her head and pushed it painfully into the concrete. "In fact, I don't even WANT you as my Sekirei if this is the way you're going to act. Learn a bit of humility first, get your act together and for the love of all that's holy stop talking like a spoiled, rich, know it all and I MAY change my mind. I didn't take that shit from Byakuya, and I'm damn sure not going to take it from you." He released her head then, letting it fall back to the roof. "See yah."

As he turned away from the woman, he heard a very unlady-like curse come from the woman's mouth, looking over his shoulder, he found that the woman was glaring at him, though she was too injured to move.

"D-damn... thou!" She coughed up a small bit of blood. "I shall not rest until I've killed thou and avenged this loss. I..." her eyes slumped slightly as her vision grew blurry. "Will... be... the strongest..." Her eyes shut fully and the world disappeared around them.

-ooo-

Ichigo shot up out of bed, eyes wide and alert for any threats. Looking around he found that he was back in Maison Izumo and that all six of his Sekirei had somehow piled on top of him in the middle of the night. An eyebrow twitched as he shifted, moving Yomi who had been dangerously close to little Ichigo.

Recalling what Tsukiumi said the Fullbringer couldn't help but sigh. "So another Sekirei then? And this one want's to kill me...? Fan-fucking-tastic!" He slumped back onto his futon, the girls around him unconsciously grabbing a hold of him again as they shifted in their sleep. After a few moments within the comfortable cover of bodies, Ichigo relaxed slightly. "Well, I can't say that I'm not enjoying this at least." he muttered under his breath as Musubi found his head to be an acceptable analogue for a pillow and hugged it between her breasts.

"...Yeah, definitely enjoying this..."

-ooo-

Tsukiumi's eyes snapped open, a snarl of rage on her lips. "HOW DARE HE!" Teeth clenched as she still felt the phantom pains on her rear end. She had been humiliated! Taken advantage of and completely degraded by... by...

"Ichigo Kurosaki." The words echoed out, the rough vibrations sounding like a caged feral animal. "Thou shall regret using such a despicable attack." The words sounded like a poison to her ears, though she couldn't hide the chest deep blush or admit that a small part, buried deep within, had secretly enjoyed such rough treatment.

She remembered well his words. "So he doesn't wish for a Sekirei such as I am now?" She swallowed at the thought of such a powerful warrior not wishing for one as powerful as she. "That I should improve myself?" Her eyes narrowed to serpent-like slits. If he wanted her to Improve then she would only get stronger, to fight him again! "And he wishes me to..." She frowned, her mouth twisting around as her brain worked to form words that she had never used. "So... he ...want's me to speak... plainly?"

A twitch formed on her eyebrow. "How dare he think such a thing! My words are but a harmony upon the ears! I shall obliterate him for such a brusque and vulgar proposal!"

...

Eh, two outa three.

-ooo-

Yes, this is somewhat of a filler but most of what's said and done in this chapter has some minor to major implications later on so I decided to get them out of the way now.

I've always wondered why no one has taken advantage of Kusano's powers in other fanfics. I mean she can grow plants at like a thousand times normal speed, up to and including growing plants far larger than they're naturally able to grow.

I'd imagine you'd be able to make a premium supplying fruits or vegetables that are out of season or in the wrong climate to a place as big as Shinto Teito.

Same thing with the ping pong balls and rose seeds. I'd imagine that a half-dozen inch thick rose whips would hurt something bad if you got caught by them. If I'm the originator of these two ideas then please credit when using them. If I'm known for something I'd like to be known as the guy who min-maxed Kusano into a competent and useful Sekirei. Hey, it's no Holy Log but I'll take what I can get.

As for Tsukiumi... Well, I've wanted to beat the little tsundere queen's ass ever since I first saw her, she's acts childish half the time and it irritates me to no end so there's no reason not to treat her like one if she acts like one. I hope you all enjoyed that because I enjoyed it -immensely-

-Omake time-

April 20th, 2020

'Met a Little Witch girl named Yukari today, helped Moka save her from a bunch of lizard men, not once but twice... The second time was after the little brat bewitched me with a voodoo doll to start hurting myself. At first I didn't want to save her the second time... and then... well, I got up what little courage I had to go save her.

And then I accidentally ripped Moka's Rosary off... and we all know how that song and dance goes by now...

Needless to say, the three bullies got what was coming to them.

And then... And then... Sigh... I somehow got a little witch admirer who wants to sleep with both me AND Moka. As if having Kurumu around wasn't bad enough.

And then Moka has to go and suck my blood...

Just another day at Yokai Academy.

Minato Sahashi'

-ooo-

April 26th, 2020

'I will never look at werewolves the same way again... or panties for that matter. Also, as a note to self; werewolves are assholes... perverted, vindictive, assholes.

It all started with Moka, Kurumu and I joining the News paper club. Ginei Morioka; Gin, is the Club editor and as I had come to find out... a shameless pervert. And, when I least expected it he had framed me for accidentally looking up the girl's skirts.

That bastard... Though the view actually was quite nice...

Regardless, the man tried to frame me AGAIN for peaking in on the girls locker room, which he succeeded at...at first. Now, in my defense, he had asked me to look into a small window that was above my line of sight so I couldn't see what I was looking at until it was too late.

He then took pictures as "proof"... that bastard...

Nevertheless, Moka had been heartbroken and I had felt terrible. So, to make amends I tried to explain what had actually happened, only to come face to muzzle with the one person I really, really didn't want to see right now.

That furry bastard...

Gin's monster form... was a werewolf... At first I was frightened by his feral appearance... then he went off into a spiel about how him being insanely fast makes it easy to sneak dirty photo's of the female students.

Because nothing says dangerous monster like a perverted lecher who takes dirty pictures of teenage girls...

It was then I noticed that Moka Kurumu and Yukari were on the roof and he was moving in on Moka for the metaphorical "kill"

That molesting furry bastard.

I tried to save Moka, really I did... but there wasn't much I could do except pull the rosary from her neck and release her inner vampire.

Gin had appeared happy to see Moka's vampire form... now that he mentioned it, so had I. More and more I find myself falling for Moka, both sides of her to be honest. Though that was neither here nor there at the moment as Inner Moka got to work wiping Gin's ass across the academy roof.

That poor furry bastard.

After the fight I was actually glad to find out that Kurumu and Yukari had somehow cleared my name and now the female portion of the school were out for blood, wolf blood, and Gin had just found his way at the bottom of their shit list.

Yet again, Moka uses me for a blood bag, though I'm finding myself minding it less and less, it even feels kind of good... almost like a kiss... though her making a cute little *Capu chu* noise when she does so sure doesn't help any.

Oh, who am I kidding, that still hurts a lot!

Minato Sahashi.'

-ooo-

I'm following the R+V Anime, because fuck 104 chapters yo! I'd be writing that well beyond the end of this story which is right after where I plan to end these omakes, since the farther this story goes, the less funny it is and the more srs business it gets... at least I hope so, here's to writing by the seat of your pants!