The Wizard Ashikabi

by plums

Harry, forced into exile to save his heritage from thieves, begins traveling the world. While in Japan, Harry happens upon an intimidating woman dressed in black, and gets thrown into a plot he could have never seen coming. Harry / Multi

6. Uzume's Pain

Summary:

Harry Potter / Sekirei Cross-over. Harry, forced into exile to save his heritage from thieves, begins traveling the world. While in Japan, Harry happens upon an intimidating woman dressed in black, and gets thrown into a plot he never saw coming.

Disclaimer

I don't own Harry Potter in any way. JKR has those rights... Also, I hear Sekirei is owned by Sakurako Gokurakuin.

*Author's Note *

Some back story on a few of the Sekirei has been changed, just cause I wanted to use the characters and needed them to come from a different place. If it bothers you, tough.

One curse of writing so many chapters in advance is that you tend to go back and fiddle with things a lot. This Chapter and the next two have a LOT of stuff going on in them and this is the point where my story starts really going off the tracks in terms of Sekirei Canon. I hope you all enjoy them.

Chapter First Published: 2012-03-03

Chapter Last Update: 2012-05-29

Chapter 6 - Uzeme's Pain

Two women walked quickly through the suburban neighborhood. They were not easy to miss, with their silver-white hair which stood out just as much as their military uniforms. Both carried weapons visibly and openly upon themselves, the diversity of which was only linked by how dangerous and intimidating the weapons were. The taller woman walked with a natural grace and carried a long katana at her left hip, while the shorter one slouched slightly as she walked, her arms covered to her elbows by gauntlets with massive claws.

They approached the inn with caution and came to a stop just outside its gate. The taller women stood there silently, since the imagined reactions of those inside held her firm like a statue in. The shorter stood silently as well and waited for her companion to gather her courage to proceed inside.

Eventually the shorter woman whispered, "What will happen, will happen. Harry will protect us, I know he will. And they really do need this information." The taller women nodded and straightened at the words, the echo of intimidation previously present suddenly emitted from her at full blast once again and wiped away all remnants her previously wary countenance.

Together the two strode quickly to the door of the inn and the taller woman raised her hand. She hesitated a brief moment, then prepared to knock on the door of the woman she had once sworn to kill.

A woman who had once vowed to do the same to her.

-o0o0o-

It now approached noon in the inn, and Homura was now up and about. She was a bit uncomfortable with her body, as her center of balance had changed and she tripped occasionally upon random things.

The first time she had tripped, Harry had burst out in hysterical laughter in a way that caused everyone in the room to question his sanity. Even a casually flung fireball from an annoyed Homura couldn't stop his guffaws. Eventually he shared the reason behind his laughter. How the metamorph he had known as a teenager, named Tonks, was known far and wide for her clumsiness. This was because she was always altering her body in ways that gave her an off-kilter center of gravity. When he saw Homura already tripping on things, it brought back fond memories of the woman Harry had crushed on back when he was fifteen and hidden away in the accursed house of his godfather's parents.

The story was interrupted however, by a knock on the door. It sounded normal to Harry, but Miya immediately leapt to her feat and ran to a closet he had never paid attention to before. She reached inside and pulled out a Katana that matched the one Karasuba had used before he gave her the new one.

With the sudden realization of who must be at the door, Harry broke out into a flat run and shouted for Miya to wait.

He reached the front door just as Miya wrenched it open, pure venom in her voice and one hand on the hilt of her katana, "I warned you never to darken the doorstep of this inn again."

A full demonic intimidation aura now radiated from Miya. Harry recognized what it was and wasn't fearful in the least, but just the exposure to its presence this time made him want to take a shower. It felt dirty and… wrong somehow.

He was about to open his mouth when he saw Karasuba glance at him and subtlety shake her head. She wanted to deal with this, and didn't want his help. He nodded and glanced over at Haihane. While Karasuba had not even reacted to Miya's aura, Haihane had already fled three steps backwards and gave the appearance that she clearly thought that it wasn't enough distance.

"We need to talk, things have changed," was all Karasuba replied with.

"Yes I see, you've grown arrogant enough that you believe you can disregard my instructions," Miya spat at Karasuba.

By this point they were joined by Musubi, Uzume, and Homura. Matsu had taken one look at Karasuba, squeaked, and hidden inside a closet. They all stood in the hallway behind Miya and stared in disbelief at her voice and actions. Musubi looked like she wanted to say hello when she saw Karasuba, yet another subtle shake of Karasuba's head stopped her cold. The only one out in the open who knew Miya's and Karasuba's history besides Harry was Homura, and she was at a loss at how to possibly stop the stand-off between the two Sekirei titans.

Karasuba said something next, though Harry hardly noticed. The sounds of the argument no longer reached his ears, because in his mind, he again felt that something was wrong with this whole situation. He looked around and attempted to ascertain just why he felt dirty. His gaze around the room eventually settled upon the Katana currently held in both of Miya's hands. The MBI-issued katana that was a duplicate of the one that Kara had used up till the previous day.

The MBI katana that leaked a compulsion of pure hatred and loathing that strengthened before Harry's very eyes the longer that Miya held its end in her grip.

"Miya!" Harry said loudly and forcefully. Miya turned her head, a look of pure fury in her eyes that would've sent any sane person quickly in the opposite direction.

Harry was neither sane, nor normal. He merely let out a deep breath, and pointed at her katana. "These feelings aren't yours Miya. It's your sword. The air is thick with hatred right now in this room, and it isn't coming from you. It's the sword. Someone has enchanted it, so that the longer you hold it and channel your powers through it, the angrier and more willing to fight you'll be."

"Dobby!"

"Yes sir Har-, Eeep!" Dobby had taken one look at Miya and instantly was crouched behind Harry's knees.

"Dobby, could you please retrieve Miss Kara's old katana? The one we replaced yesterday? And bring the brother sword to Kara's new katana here as well," the elf quickly nodded his head left without a word, his only desire to get away from the crazy blue-haired woman with the evil sword.

"Could we let go of the sword for just a minute, Miya? Karasuba isn't going to harm you or me, though I would like to see her try someday," Harry wriggled his eyes suggestively, making Karasuba roll her eyes and snort in a very unladylike way. Miya merely stood there, unsure whether to listen to the man who earlier that day had healed Homura, yet seemed to be on a friendly basis with her worst mortal enemy besides Minaka.

Eventually her mind overcame whatever the sword was doing just enough to release her hand from the sword. She eventually focused on Harry and said, "And there will be no activities such as that while you are here a guest."

"It is hardly my place to argue with a lovely woman as amazing as you," Harry said with a smile.

Dobby returned, carrying both swords. Harry conjured gloves before he reached out and grabbed Karasuba's old sword. He turned to Miya he asked, "How about we trade for now?"

Harry extended the brother to Karasuba's sword to Miya. "I'll give you the history behind this sword later, but for now, I really want to find out just how MBI has been screwing with your minds through these weapons."

Miya took the sword, and unsheathed it just slightly, just enough to gaze hard at the edge of the blade and see a bit of the motif that was engraved into the cool metal. Finally, she unhooked the katana at her side, and gave it to Harry.

"This is acceptable."

"May we invite our guests inside? I'm sure they have news for us, and I'm sure they are just as curious to know what exactly MBI has done to these weapons."

Miya nodded, she turned again to the two Discipline Squad members there and spoke with a monotone voice, completely devoid of her usual cheerfulness. "My apologies, I have been rude to our guests. Please come inside Karasuba, Haihane."

Harry had already moved towards the lounge, and set the two katanas on the table. He made sure to remember which one belonged to which Sekirei, as he had a hunch there might be differences between them. As the rest of the group entered the room, they were all momentarily taken aback at the sight of his eyes when they glowed a killing curse green as he examined both katanas with his Mage-Sight.

"Kara. Miya. How often do you replace the leather grips on these?" Harry asked. He thought whatever was enchanted was under this leather, but he wanted to ask some questions before he removed the straps from the grip.

Karasuba responded with, "Maybe once a year, sometimes a bit longer." Miya nodded her agreement.

"Well, that's where the runes are." Harry looked at Miya, and his eyes his continued to glow the unnatural green color that only Miya and Karasuba seemed to be able to meet the gaze of, "You remember all the symbols on the ground from this morning from when we helped Homura? Same thing here just used a much more sinister way."

Harry motioned with a hand and Kara's old sword raised off of the table. "This is Kara's old sword." A flick of Harry's wrist and a tearing sound preceded the leather straps tearing and falling onto the table. "Engorgio," the growth charm increased the size of the sword to the point they all could see the symbols etched into the steal previously underneath Kara's leather grip.

Harry pointed out the tiny writing that was barely visible to their eyes even with the sword three times its normal size. "See these, every time you used your abilities while holding this sword, a little bit of your magic would bleed into them, empowering the runes. The runes would then cast spells on you, continuously reinforcing them the more they were used."

"The real question is why it stopped on Kara. These should have built up into some pretty hefty spells if you've been using the same sword for years. Just giving you a new sword shouldn't have been enough to break or cancel them only after one day. It would've taken weeks if not months for the effects to fade."

And then Harry realized what had happened.

"Oh wow. I broke the spells on you yesterday," he looked at Karasuba and continued. "Yesterday when we were at that tea shop, do you remember when I showed you the language charm? When I cancelled it and put it back on? Well, looks like I accidentally cancelled quite a bit more on you then just my own magic. You used the sword again afterwards, but that wouldn't be enough to get back to the levels of years of use the sword would have been."

Harry turned to Miya and said, "Which means Miya is probably loaded up to high hell with spells as well."

Inwardly, Harry was now cringing from what he realized he was going to have to do for every single resident in the Inn. "Ok, I think I'm going to have to check out every single one of you like I did for Homura. This will probably take about an hour and a half to get all of you, so let's get started. Miya, let's do you first, since you were the one almost ready to level the Inn."

It took almost two hours to go through Miya, Karasuba, Haihane, Matsu, Musubi, Uzume, and to do a recheck of Homura just to be safe. Harry also had every single person bring each piece of MBI provided equipment that all used on a daily basis. Harry found runes that produced compulsions in Homura's cigarette lighter, Musubi's fighting gloves, a piece of outdated security hardware Matsu was partial to even though she no longer used it, a camera used by Uzume often to take pictures for her Ashikabi, and finally, somehow embedded within the rollers inside the bandages Haihane still packed on her even though she was no longer used them.

All of them created compulsions on the girls to behave in some specific manner, but Harry's scans were not detailed enough to determine their goal. In the end, no one had any external magic applied to them besides compulsions.

A mass Finite Incantatem was enough to blow through all the compulsions on the women, and Harry recommended they all stop by at least once every week or two in order to get cleared of any stray magic they may have picked up.

Once done with his role of doctor, he turned to the matter of why Karasuba and Haihane had taken such a huge risk and stopped by the inn. "So what's the reason you stopped by Kara? You could've sent Dobby and not risked blowing your cover."

Karasuba looked decidedly uncomfortable with the direct call out on this. "I'm not sure why we decided to both come. When you come out and say it, yes it was stupid, but I think I've done more impulsive and stupid things in the last day since I met you then I've done in the past ten years."

"This is entirely your fault, Harry," she said with a small smirk that instantly faded.

Haihane looked up at being implicated in the plan to visit Izumo Inn. She shrugged her shoulders and lazily said, "I'll freely admit, I just wanted to see Harry."

This caused a burst of laughter from Matsu and chuckles from Homura. Musubi was confused as normal. Miya however, simply stared down Karasuba, the years of hatred not yet quite forgotten between the two, despite whether the feelings behind them were genuine or not.

"So what was the reason you came here today, Karasuba?" asked Miya.

"Minaka is going to do something incredibly stupid, and he's forbidden the Discipline Squad from interfering directly tonight. At approximately 10pm, he is going to send out a broadcast text message to all Ashikabi. There's a Sekirei that was still being adjusted, who convinced her adjuster to take her out of MBI headquarters somewhere. I'm unsure where."

"While out today, the adjuster was attacked and slashed with a sword. I didn't do it, and I'm pretty sure you didn't do it," Kara said as she motioned towards Miya. "That just leaves one other Sekirei out there who could've attacked her."

Miya growled, and the entire room seemed to be plunged into darkness, like a solar eclipse had just occurred outside. The demonic visage of a mask seemed to project via Legilmency directly through Harry's Occlumency shields and appeared directly behind Miya as she growled one word.

"Mutsu…"

Karasuba nodded. "He never did have a brain. The girl panicked after seeing the adjustor attacked and somehow got away. Unfortunately, this was after Mutsu's Ashikabi apparently tried to force the girl to wing. The Sekirei is Number 108, Kusano. She's the Sekirei of life, and she has a strong control over plants. Her control is sporadic and still almost purely instinctual, hence why they weren't releasing her yet."

"Well, that… and the fact she's still a seven year old girl."

Harry narrowed his eyes at this, "This fuckwit's Ashikabi tried to wing a seven year old girl against her will?"

"Yes, and Minaka was so amused by the whole situation he's going to declare open season on her wherever she's at, hoping to incite more violence. I can't tell you where it happened. All I do know is the adjustor was Takami. She's one of the few adjustors that treated Sekirei like people rather then things. Takami is currently unconscious in MBI's hospital recovering." replied Karasuba.

Homura gasped, stood up and ran out of the room. Harry looked around and hoped someone would explain the reaction. Matsu was the one who provided the answers, "Homura was always told she would never likely be winged. She was almost scrapped cause of it. Takami was the one who snuck Homura out of MBI and sent her here, since I assume she suspected Miya was already sheltering me. They still stay in touch. She even comes by here every so often."

Harry nodded in understanding while he closed his eyes and thought. It was obvious what Karasuba was about to ask him to do, and he had no problem with the request.

He looked at her as she sat emotionlessly across the table and threw her a softball to get the question out in the open, "So what do you need me to do about this?"

The corner of Karasuba made a small twitch in gratitude for just an instant before it returned back to her stone serious face. "Can you head there tonight, wherever she's at and save her? I'm not asking you to wing her. Save her from whoever is there that would just use her and not care for her."

Miya had listened in silence so far, but could not help but butt in now, "Why do you care Karasuba? Wouldn't you enjoy seeing the suffering of an innocent? Weren't you the one always saying this planet and everything on it was a waste, that all you wanted to do was watch it burn?" Miya almost spat the words near the end, the venom behind the words palpable. The final words caused Matsu and Musubi to flinch as she said 'burn'.

Karasuba blinked and jerked as if she had been slapped. She looked up and was about to retort when Harry suddenly stood up, "Miya, Kara, follow me please." Miya had her 'aura' of a demon, and Harry could trump that when he decided to channel his aura while thinking of the effects of the Dementors upon himself. This is exactly what he did at the moment. Harry didn't even look to see if anyone had acknowledged him after he said this, he simply walked out the room and into the backyard.

Miya and Karasuba followed hesitantly. Neither one was armed with their katana's, but Harry knew that these two did not need weapons to kill each other. He took out a wand, and conjured a privacy dome over the three of them.

"No one can listen or see what you're saying inside this dome, and no one leaves until I release it. Now, this hatred between the two of you. It has lasted for how long exactly? Ten… fifteen years? I'm beginning to understand small inklings of it, but I think at this point it doesn't even matter who's fault the first transgression was. You're grown women. Hell, the two of you are Gods amongst the gods of your own race when compared to normal humans."

"Karasuba just made the first olive branch to you, Miya. Can you hear her out? This whole Sekirei plan sounds like absolute bullshit to me. Can you seriously pass up an ally like her in this? She's ready to make a mea culpa that I'm not even convinced she should be making, yet she's doing it anyways."

Miya looked between Harry and Karasuba, apparently at a loss as to what to say at first. This quickly changed, as she visibly got angrier and angrier the longer she stood in silence. Finally the floodgates opened.

"She's a murderer, she destroys everything she touches, and she does nothing without it benefitting herself. She's selfish and she holds no honor."

Karasuba was about to retort when Miya finally lost all sense of composure and cut across her.

"She's a thief!" Miya screamed, one solitary finger pointed at Karasuba's chest .

Karasuba stared aghast at the words, and was about to reply with some scathing retort when she glanced at Harry, who had a look of concern on his face at her initial reaction of hurt to the last remark. Harry knew what was going on. Miya had just as much if not even more blood on her own hands from her duty of running that first incarnation of the Discipline Squad. Her original complaints were distractions, trifles in the grand scheme of things which Miya herself was as guilty of as Karasuba.

It all boiled down to one woman pissed that another once loved her husband.

Karasuba looked back at Miya She opening and closed her mouth a few times while she tried to force words out, but couldn't. Eventually all she could do is continue to try and force out words as tears began to stream down her face.

It was Harry who eventually replied and provided the rebuttal to Miya's words, "Everyone does things they regret. Sometimes the regret is choosing a path in life that's hard to dig yourself out of. Sometimes the path is hard to change because that person no longer has any hope there will be something worth living for. For someone who has no hope, for someone has had their dreams destroyed, isn't it better to just see everything else burn rather than face the pain themselves if no one is there to help them climb out of that hole?"

Miya stared at Harry. She was incredulous at his audacity as he brought up a topic no other person on the planet dared speak of around her. Harry no longer cared though. Karasuba had more of a claim over his feelings than Miya could dream of having at the moment.

"Karasuba's hope in the world was shattered when she was denied someone she loved. She told that other girl on the first Discipline Squad… Kazehana I think… has been drowning herself in a bottle ever since she was rejected."

"Is this normal for a Sekirei who faces rejection from an Ashikabi? Kazehana is supposedly some deeply poetic person that exists for her emotions and whims. What would she do when faced with rejection? Use alcohol to deaden the pain she feels to this very day and help her forget everything. How do you think Karasuba, a true warrior, would react to losing her chance at the same thing? She did what anyone powerful person with no true friends left to temper their fury would do. She went out and tried to destroy everything she could in her grief. As long as it brought some sort of smile to her face. As long as it could amuse her in some way."

"Do I agree with what she did? No, I don't. Do I understand that absolute need to destroy something when it seems the entire world has gone against you and there's no one left who actually gives a shit about you?"

"You're goddamn right I do!"

Harry's scream matched Miya's earlier outburst in intensity. His whole body shook and, with a deep breath, he forced his eyes closed. He slammed down on his Occlumency shields and as he cursed himself his temporary loss of composure which allowed his temper flare. In the meantime, Karasuba had fallen to her knees in shame and now looked around anywhere but at Miya and Harry. The former now stared open-mouthed at what was likely the first person to raise their voice at her in over a decade and still live.

Harry sank to his knees by Karasuba and pulled her into an embrace. He was on a roll, and had easily connected dots in his own mind now that he had a day's distance from Karasuba's version of events from the previous day.

"And then to top it off, the first discipline squad disbands and the only people she truly knew abandoned her. Then, she got saddled with Number Eight, who prattled on and on about love and destiny and little birds and who knows what other garbage." Harry looked sharply at Miya, "What would you do if someone did that to you day in, day out after you had your heart ripped out and shit on? She did exactly the same as what I would have done and gone on a psycho-holiday and killed whatever I was pointed at, on whatever insane missions those bastards at MBI pointed me at."

"Can you seriously blame and truly hate her? She was winged against her will. And that was after her magic itself was damaged by the failed half-bond she was already forming with your husband. Do you know what happens to magical beings that find a mate and don't bond with them? Most go insane, and those that don't, usually die. Kara's damn strong, so she's made it this far. How many more trials can you throw against her before she truly just gives up and takes her own life? I've seen this before. I've been there before. There's only so much someone can take before they just give up."

"She's asking to start over. That's why she's out here, right now with you."

"Do you truly hate her that much for loving the same man as you that you're willing to carry this grudge on forever?"

Miya had listened to Harry stand up for a woman that she hated. She was still half-furious and half-shocked by the entire situation in front of her. Her entire universe had been flipped neatly upside down since Harry had run into her Inn as he carried Homura without any other thought than to help her. This same human had now yelled at her while he comforted the person she had previously considered to be her arch-nemesis. This human had also helped one of her oldest friends while he also brought to light more subterfuge of MBI against the Sekirei.

She had no clue what to do or think, but her mind was continually drawn back to the fact the most arrogant, and quite frankly evil, person she had ever known besides Minaka was reduced to tears in front of her.

"What happened to cause this? The Karasuba I knew would never show weakness like this in front of anyone, let alone myself," was the response Miya finally gave. She was neither ready nor prepared to answer Harry's last question yet.

"Harry happened," was Karasuba's simple response. "He's everything I ever wanted before in Takehito. When I met Harry yesterday, everything Yume always bored me to tears with all finally sunk in. I don't want to be that person I became anymore. I know he's not my Ashikabi yet, but I really don't care. Maybe someday he will be, maybe he won't. Either way, meeting and reacting to him was enough for me to look at life differently."

Karasuba looked at Harry and the corner of her mouth twitched just slightly, "Harry gave me hope."

Harry was proud Karasuba could still almost smile after she had the past decade of her life summarized in such an unflattering way. Now all that was left was to see where Miya took things.

Miya stood and watched the entire exchange without a flicker of emotion. Her eyes would simply dart back and forth between Karasuba and Harry, with no indication as to what she was thinking.

Eventually, Harry watched as Miya's shoulders wilted slightly and she took one tentative step forward. She took another, and then another, until she was finally in front of Karasuba. Harry backed away, as he figured whatever exchange was about to occur, needed to happen between just the two of them.

Miya bent down to her knees and placed her arms on Karasuba's shoulders, and looked her in the eye. "I have wronged you, my sister. I kept you from becoming more then you were. I was selfish, and in my arrogance, I cost us both the love of a great man."

"I'm sorry, 'Suba."

With the apology made, Karasuba fell into Miya's chest. He realized that he was now the intruder upon a private moment, so he cancelled the dome and walked back to the Inn. All five of the remaining occupants of the Inn were there, all very curious and worried just what was happening under the dome when it had vanished.

Harry raised a finger to his mouth and motioned for them to be quiet. As he approached he asked them all to follow him back inside and leave the two alone together.

-o0o0o-

Harry plopped down on the floor around table, not saying a word. What just happened had been stressful and dangerous. He felt half-annoyed and half-ashamed he had lit into Miya like that with Kara present there to watch. The results of it all seemed to be great, but he was most certainly unhappy with the method he'd been forced to use to bring it out.

"What happened? Putting those two together in a small confined space was a recipe for disaster. I half expected the inn to be left in ruins after seeing her at the door," asked a highly agitated Homura the moment she saw Harry wasn't about to voluntarily provide any details.

"I think, they've put most of their past behind them," said Harry very simply. "I'm not going to say much more than that. I feel honored to know the little of their past that I do, and I won't violate that trust by talking about it now. I hope the peace lasts. There's a lot of pain between the two of them still, so we'll see how it goes."

The wizard looked around, and didn't like what he saw, so he decided a subject change was needed to improve everyone's mood. Harry looked at Haihane and smirked, "Gotten a bit more then you bargained for since you knocked on Karasuba's door yesterday, eh?"

"Are things around you always this insane?" Haihane simply snorted in response.

Haihane glanced around at the other girls at the table, "You all should've seen what he did to the other member of the Discipline Squad in a spar yesterday afternoon. Benitsubasa was absolutely destroyed by him, and Harry didn't break a sweat doing it."

"I think she had it coming though. She had a shit attitude, and I didn't like the way she talked to you one bit. It certainly was fun," smirked Harry.

"What was fun?" asked a disheveled Karasuba as she and Miya entered the lounge.

Harry smirked proudly, "Oh, I was just about to relive my little spar with 'Nubs' from yesterday afternoon."

After an uncharacteristic laugh broke from her lips that caused everyone to goggle at her, Karasuba broke out into a huge grin. "Oh I wish you could've all seen it. I've never seen anyone move like he moves. And he didn't 'attack' her at all. He simply humiliated the loudmouth and then knocked her out."

Harry suddenly realized he could show them. "Actually, I can show you the whole thing. Dobby!"

The little elf appeared, "Keeping Dobby busy today, aren't you Harry sir?" The elf said all this with a grin that caused Harry to just roll his eyes as the elf bounced and lost the top two of his hats in his eagerness to help out.

"Could you bring me the large Pensieve that's in my private study, Dobby?"

"Yes sir, Harry Potter sir. Be right back." The elf popped away.

"I'm still never going to get used to that little guy," mused Uzume while she shook her head in silent laughter.

"What's a Pensieve?" asked Homura.

"A Pensieve is a runic bowl, which you place memories in. You can dive in, and watch someone else's memory as it happened as if you were there observing it. You can't touch anything or interact with it, but it lets you see things as clearly as if you were there in person. It's used as evidence in court cases sometimes. I usually use them to get a fresh perspective on things much later when the emotional attachment of events isn't quite there anymore."

Haihane had a huge grin on her at this statement, "You mean I can watch Nubs the Clown say how she won't surrender to a monkey over and over again?"

'Yes, if you truly wanted to watch that 'over and over', you certainly could," Harry replied while he shook his head. "I think you can even take cameras into a memory to take snapshots."

Dobby popped back in then, and floated the Pensieve onto a table in the lounge. Harry walked over, withdrawing a wand as he did so. Everyone else slowly gathered around the large bowl.

"Alright, I think this loses some of the effect if I show you the memory from my perspective, so I'm going to show it to you from Haihane's point of view."

Harry walked over to Haihane and said, "I want you to think of the events from yesterday, from the moment we walked into the training room, through the spar, and then all the way through to me walking over to you and Kara afterwards. Begin thinking about it from the beginning… now." As he said 'now,' Harry placed the tip of his wand against Haihane's temple and slowly began pulling it back. A shimmering strand of liquid slowly extracted itself from her head, being pulled out by Harry's wand. The strand eventually broke and Harry wafted the now floating strand into the air and watched as it settle into the Pensieve.

"That was weird," Haihane chuckled while she rubbed her temple.

"Oh, the one preface I give you before you jump in is, right before the spar began, Kara mentioned to me that Benitsubasa is very wary of her flat chest and her big ass," said Harry with a bit of exasperation as she watched Kara, who had already begun to laugh in anticipation of what she was about to see again.

"Alright to start, you just touch the liquid there with a finger to get dragged in. You'll get a feeling of falling, but don't worry about it. That will be over in a second."

Harry reached towards the Pensieve and placed a finger into the bowl, which caused him to immediately disappear from view. The others quickly followed and found themselves as observers of Haihane, Karasuba, and Harry as they walked into the training room at MBI. They laughed as the stinging hexes began fly randomly from nowhere. Miya smacked Harry upside the head when he made Benitsubasa's breasts grow, even though she still smiled in spite of herself. When the fog appeared and then disappeared, revealing the clown prank, there was absolute silence from everyone's mouths having dropped on the floor. When she screamed her high pitched response there wasn't a person who wasn't on the ground rolling in laughter. When the memory ended as Harry asked Haihane if she was ready to go, those present couldn't help but put tease Haihane good-naturedly as well.

"So yeah, that's part of what happened before Musubi sat on my face and Homura tried to burn me alive yesterday." Harry replied cheekily, which earned him another rap on top of the head from Miya.

"Oh so you've already sat on his face, Musubi? When can I partake in some experiments as well?" said Matsu while she openly leered, though she promptly backed away as Miya leveled her glare upon her.

After some nervous laughs from the people who Miya currently hadn't threatened death and disembowelment via soup ladle, Harry spoke up. "So, 108 is stuck somewhere, and every fool in the city will be gunning for her in a little under," he glanced at his watch, "eight hours."

"I say we get somewhere central in the city, say the north side of the big park there, and then wait there for the announcement. Once we get it, we head off to wherever we need to go. We grab her, and bring her back here un-winged for Miya to watch over. No one is stupid enough to attack this place, and the wards I'll put up tomorrow will let Miya and I know if anyone comes within two kilometers of this place with the intent to harm someone inside the inn."

"I assume Homura and Musubi will be coming with me?" Harry asked, getting definite nods from both of them.

"I'll come too, but I need to ask you for something as well," said Uzume as she nervously looked Harry, only able to hold his gaze for a second or so before she shifted to stare at a corner of the room.

"Ok, let's go talk," said Harry. Uzume immediately got up and walked out of the room. Harry looked around confused, but caught Miya's eye. She gave a sad reassuring smile and nodded at him.

-o0o0o-

Harry found Uzume alone outside the front-door to the inn. At that moment, she looked completely lost, "What's up?"

Uzume looked at Harry, the pain in her eyes she had tried to hide over the past day he had known her clearly showed now. She looked away off into the distance and began to speak softly, "My Ashikabi is dying. The doctors believe she has some unknown virus that is slowly killing her. She's lost the ability to walk, and she just sits there in a bed all day in a hospital in constant pain."

"The owner of the hospital is a man named Higa. He has eight or so Sekirei, a lot of them forcibly bonded to him. He's only treating Chiho because he wants to force me to… to do things for him."

Before Harry's anger at what a man could possibly force a beautiful Sekirei to 'do' for him, Uzume continued.

"He wants me to terminate Sekirei for him in exchange for keeping Chiho alive a bit longer. I have until this afternoon to accept."

Harry was already getting angry at the description of Higa's deeds, but this nearly made him go over the edge. He had only been able to reign in his anger for the sake of Uzume, as the situation clearly had taken a toll upon her to reveal even this much to him.

"I'll do anything to help Chiho, but she wouldn't want me to do this. I can't just let her die though. You healed Homura when no one else could. You healed all the cuts on Haihane. Can you help Chiho?"

By the end of her talk tears were fell openly, but her eyes were steady, her strength palpable.

Harry nodded, "I'll do anything I can to help. You were willing to help Homura when she needed you. I would've helped you regardless, but I'll do anything I can to help you because of that. I know the others will bend over backwards to help you too. Let's go inside, looks like we're planning two rescue missions for today," Harry said.

He conjured some tissues for her. They had big penguins embroidered on them which caused Uzume to laugh. She had mentioned earlier she liked to wear Cosplay outfits in order cheer up her Ashikabi, and the small gesture definitely helped at the moment.

Quiet conversation met Uzume and Harry as they rejoined the group. Musubi and Karasuba talked quiet animatedly over in the corner. Homura and Haihane appeared to have traded sarcastic remarks between the two successfully in the corner. In another corner, Miya and Matsu sat in silence at the table.

After he sat down and got the attention of the room, Harry began to explain their newest dilemma on Uzume's behalf. "Uzume is being blackmailed into assassinating other Sekirei. Some dude named Higa owns the hospital her Ashikabi is currently dying in, and he says he'll refuse her treatment if Uzume doesn't go along with this."

It was if the group had suddenly been transported to the middle of the North Pole. The temperature seemed to drop and the lights grew dim. The quite outside calm demonstrated by Miya's face totally was contradiction to the pure white fury radiating from the woman.

Harry had to force himself to continue rather than gawk at the power the woman could casually throw out in her anger. "We already have one rescue mission to perform tonight, but I would like to do this as well."

After a short pause while he tapped his finger mindlessly on the table, Harry tried to re-run through the very quick plan he had come up with in the twenty second walk back to the group. He eventually looked up after a few moments and continued, "Here's what I would like to do. And hear my whole plan out before you object to one specific part of it."

"I want Uzume to go to Higa today, and accept his proposition." Simply holding up a hand to forestall any objections to this, Harry turned to Uzume and continued, "I want you to ask him for a list of targets, not just one at a time. Say that you don't like going to wherever the heck he's at. You'd rather just have the whole list at once, in case a target presents itself unexpectedly. I'll be along with you invisible in the room just in case."

"After that, Uzume and I will go to the hospital, and Chiho will 'check out'. I'm going to cast a spell or two over all the guards, nurses and doctors we see that makes them think Chiho passed away. Then we'll simply just Portkey here directly to the inn."

"Once we get Chiho set up here, we'll deal with this list. We know Higa has these Sekirei targeted for some reason. I propose we try and find them all. We can tell them what Higa has planned for them and ask them and their Ashikabi's to come here, or to the property I'm warding as a safe house. This way, even if Higa sends more Sekirei after them, they'll hopefully be safe. I really don't see too many people attacking this place as long as Miya's here. Especially when Karasuba and Haihane eventually decide to go AWOL and show up here more frequently."

"I can help, 'eye in the sky' and all that," Matsu said. "I can track Sekirei who aren't single numbers or in the Discipline Squad using Minaka's own satellites. We should be able to find each of them pretty quickly."

"We'll just need to be careful when we approach them. If they're already being chased, they might not trust what we tell them and they may fight us. Cornered Sekirei can be very dangerous," said Homura with some tiredness still in her eyes.

"And that's why I'll be going along with whatever mission we send eventually out to find them. The more I get to know this city, the faster I can move large groups of people anywhere with Apparition or Portkeys."

"If I take one of those just once and throw up, I'm not going to be amused," said Karasuba as her eyes narrowed.

"Well, I can always provide you a broomstick," said Harry cheekily.

"You people actually fly brooms?" asked Matsu in an incredulous manner. "That has to be the most cliché thing I've ever heard."

"Anyways," said Harry as he threw Matsu a mock-glare, "any objections to this plan with Higa and Chiho? I'd like to leave now if we can so we still have plenty of time to prepare to rescue 108 tonight."

Everyone shook their heads, and a grim determination set in on every face.

Harry just leaned back in his chair and said with mock-seriousness. "Is there anything else we want to accomplish today while we're all sitting around? I mean, we healed Homura this morning and hopefully just somewhat reconciled Miya and Karasuba. We're going to do a jailbreak in a hospital and foil an evil villain's plot to assassinate Sekirei. Then after that, we're going to rescue 108 tonight."

Karasuba snorted along with a few others when it was all laid out like that.

At the sound of Karasuba, Harry pulled out a full-blown lopsided Potter grin and said, "I mean, I just want to make sure no one's finding this all too boring. I'm sure we could fit a few more things in there."

The only sound to greet this statement was Harry's exclamation as Miya thumped him over the head with a soup ladle.

-o0o0o-

Uzume and Harry entered Higa's corporate headquarters together. She was again dressed in her typical outfit, Capri pants and t-shirt. Harry was disillusioned and followed directly behind her. He had placed a spell over her eyes so Uzume could see Harry's outline whenever she stared directly at him.

She was nervous to the extreme about this. Harry on the other hand seemed to find the whole mission mildly irksome. It seemed a lot of the employees knew of Uzume, and their open sneers as they passed greatly tested Harry's patience. The further they proceeded into the hospital, the more complicated the vengeance Harry plotted to rain down upon its employees upon a future secret return trip. He wouldn't kill them outright; just place some permanent bowel-loosening curses on these people.

Harry smiled as she remembered the tale of Ron Weasley's trouble with the spell when Hemione had used it on him after Harry had fled the country. There truly was nothing quite like people condemned to shit their pants randomly for the rest of their lives as retribution for their crimes.

They eventually reached Higa's office. They had rehearsed what she would say as they travelled to the building. Her goal was to ensure continued treatment in exchange for a list of Sekirei targets to take out. She was to mention Ashikabi's too, since Harry wanted to know just how far Higa was willing to go in his quest to rule the Sekirei roost. Uzume's final task was to try and get as many names as possible for her targets, so Harry and crew could try and safely find them all before Higa did.

They eventually found themselves outside the door to Higa's private office. There were two large rather brutish guards outside. Harry did some casual Legilimency on them and very quickly determined they were as dumb as a box of rocks. No threat whatsoever to him or Uzume. 'But at least they looked good while being useless,' thought Harry.

A knock on the door brought forth an arrogant sounding voice calmly drawling, "Enter" in a manner worthy of a Malfoy.

Uzume and Harry walked in, to see Higa sitting at his desk. He had one Sekirei with him, a rather nerdy looking grayish white haired woman with glasses seated to his left and slightly behind him.

"Please have a seat, Number 10," Higa said as he gestured to the chair in front of the desk.

"Tha… thank you for seeing me," was all Uzume said quietly.

"Good. Make him think you're already defeated on the inside.' Harry smirked internally. Higa seemed quite pleased with himself. The other Sekirei present had sat there emotionlessly as she watched the scene before her unfold. Harry however had only half-listened to the start of the while he planted listening charms that would later be tied back to a pen and notebook back at Izumo Inn. He wanted to make sure to dig up all the dirt and intelligence on Higa he could, and he doubted Higa had any method at his disposal that was capable to defeat a listening charm.

"I take it you've come to a decision?" said Higa casually.

"Yes, I'll do it, just keep Chiho alive," said Uzume in a determined manner, that completely sold the whole deception perfectly to the idiot behind the desk.

"Excellent," sneered Higa slowly, with his fingers steepled together and a soft smile on his face. Harry almost lost it there in laughter. All someone had to do was insert C. Montgomery Burns' face over this idiot and Harry would have sworn he had just somehow been inserted into an episode of The Simpsons.

Harry saw the grey-haired Sekirei wince at the agreement though. 'Maybe there's some hope for that one. We'll have to look into isolating and talking to her later.' Harry also wondered how many of Higa's Sekirei were winged against their will like every collective Ashikabi besides himself was going to attempt to impose upon 108 tonight. He pulled out a wand and casually did a Legilimency scan of Higa while under the invisibility cloak.

Harry quickly found that Higa had eight Sekirei at this point. The one next to him, Number 22 Kochou, was a tactical analyst with skills just shy of Matsu, yet had no true skills at fighting herself. She was forcibly winged and hid her disgust of Higa well, but he was well aware of how much she disliked him.

He found that Higa had four other Sekirei inside the building at the moment. All of them currently under orders to rest and train.. The remaining three of his Sekirei were out in the city to the southwest under orders to hunt down an un-winged Sekirei that they had chased for three days straight in shifts. The girl, Number 40, Shi, was tired and hadn't slept once in those three days since being released by MBI. Higa had an unnamed contact within MBI who feed him release dates, so he was able to dog the girl's steps within moments of her departure from MBI's relative safety.

He had sent three Sekirei on the mission instead of two because one of the three, despite easily being his best fighting Sekirei, had also been winged unwillingly and had been known to go against his orders. The two girls he had sent were there to keep Number 16, Toyotoma, in line as much as they were there to drag Number 40 back here.

With this information firmly in mind, Harry decided today's mission scope just got its first secondary objective.

"It's good you agreed. Chiho will continue to receive the highest quality treatment as long as you do as instructed. Here is your first target," and the bad man reached into a drawer and flipped through a few folders before he handed one over to Uzume.

"Is it possible to get more than one target? I'd rather know if a girl I happen upon is a marked right away then wait and find out later I should've terminated her."

Higa cocked his head and thought the idea through. He glanced at the Sekirei at his side, who looked fearful for the smallest moment before she hid it behind a mask of indifference.

"Well?" was all Higa impatiently said to her.

"It would be a sound decision to give her as many targets as possible now. It will also help hide her connection to us since she wouldn't be seen entering or leaving this building as often as she would have been required otherwise." Number 22's analysis was cold and direct. Higa thought she obviously had a great mind and treated her as his primary advisor.

"Then I agree. Here, take these as well, and do not let them be seen by others, or there will be direct consequences for Chiho," Higa all but snarled the bit at the end. Uzume sold it all with an obvious 'gulp' as her response.

'…And the Oscar goes to….' laughed Harry to himself. He would need to show this to everyone later via Pensieve. Uzume could go on to be an actress some day with a convincing show like this.

Heaven knows she had the body for it.

"And what of the Sekirei's Ashikabi's if they are present?" Uzume asked with an emotionless mask on her face.

"If they interfere, do not hesitate to kill them. Kill them in their sleep if you have to, it does not matter. Just do not be present when MBI shows up to claim the bodies," said Higa dismissively.

Higa handed the folders over, and then shooed Uzume away. The arrogant fool didn't even bother to dismiss her before he had turned his attention back to Number 22. Uzume quickly out the door while she placed the documents in a backpack she had brought with her.

The two stepped out into the hallway and walked a good distance from the guards before Harry whispered to her, "Hurry outside, I learned something in there from Higa's head that we have to move fast to take advantage of. He's got three Sekirei out searching for an un-winged that they're going to drag back here to Higa. I say we grab all four of them, then go bust Chiho out, deal?"

Uzume nodded in reply and doubled her pace. She casually remarked with a slightly vindictive smirk, "If we do it right, it'll mean more chaos for Higa. This should work out well."

-o0o0o-

They walked outside, and proceeded one block up and into an alleyway between two buildings. Harry summoned Dobby and had him bring him a broomstick. The elf was back almost immediately and Harry hopped on. He motioned at the empty space behind him while he asked, "Miss, would you like to ride my broomstick?"

Uzume laughed and lightly bonked Harry on the head while she sat down without hesitation behind. She wrapped her arms across his lower chest, and said, "That was one of the cheesiest lines I've ever heard. Has it ever actually worked on someone?"

"No, I highly doubt that would work on anyone to be honest, but it served its purpose when you laughed. Good to see you still being able to smile despite all this craziness." Harry said absent-mindedly as he checked over himself to make sure everything was secure.

Uzume chuckled and leaned in close, speaking in a sultry voice that just oozed sexiness, "Maybe later then. Your broomstick certainly looks big enough. And it would have to be to handle both me and Chiho at the same time."

The realization of just how badly he had lost this verbal spar hit Harry about the same time his cheeks turned a bright red. He pushed off the ground while he cast a disillusionment charm over the two of them, which couldn't unfortunately hide Uzume's squeal of delight behind him.

Harry went for altitude first. He knew he was currently engaged in the figurative search for a needle in a haystack, but he had a general idea of where the Sekirei would be from what he had casually ripped from Higa's mind.

He turned on his Mage-Sight full blast. Nothing of the natural world was visible to him in this state, only magic. It was an inky darkness where the random barely visible lights for the most part represented squibs. They flew for ten minutes when Harry exclaimed suddenly, "There they are!" and sent the broom into a nosedive. He had seen three beacons of light as they chased a fourth slightly less powerful light in the distance.

"We're going to land right in their path. I'll do a mass-stun. You try and calm down Number 40. Her name's Shi and she's going to absolutely exhausted and may be hard to reason with," Harry yelled over his shoulder at Uzume through the noise of the wind as they gained speed. As the two got lower and lower, Harry slowly cycled through some Occlumency exercises as he mentally prepared himself for Battle.

A sudden noise whipped loudly from behind he, and he glanced back and Uzume had somehow willed her outfit to change. She now wore white veils and cloth that whipped around behind her as if they were alive and sentient, completely under her control. Her face was veiled and she was practically naked with the exception of extremely well placed pieces of cloth.

'Must be some kind of transfiguration power, changing her clothes around using just her own will, or something like that,' thought Harry absent mindedly while he tried to think up an effective spontaneous strategy that wouldn't get him or Uzume hurt and that would capture the three chasing Sekirei as well. Finally he decided absolute chaos and confusion would work the best, since the hunters would be completely focused upon their prey and not notice they were now the hunted.

After he blindly threw a mass translation charm at the roof and applied a cushioning charm to his feet, he leaped off the broom while the disillusionment charms upon him and Uzume were cancelled. The rooftop they landed upon was quite large, and Shi took no notice of them as she ran by ten feet to their left as they landed.

Harry cast a Sonorous on himself and yelled, "Hey bitches" and began to launch a wide barrage of stunners at the approaching Sekirei. Two of them were hit almost instantly, leaving a third to continue on. She had quickly switched targets from Shi to Harry and seemed quite deft at evasive maneuvers.

The woman seemed to figure out right away it was best to not get hit by the red flashes of light that had just taken down her comrades. She was quite attractive and muscular with short hair and darker skin. Like most Sekirei he had encountered, she came equipped with a massive chest that was quite prominently on display at the moment. Harry was temporarily mesmerized for a brief moment as her breasts bounced almost completely unhindered by her sports bra. After a violent shake of his head which cleared his thoughts, Harry fired three more stunners at the woman. The first two missed easily, but the third was on track to hit his target until the woman vaulted up and over Harry.

It was a highly agile move, and Harry easily respected the skill required to make such a move. But he had to shake his head at how this acrobatic leap had just increased the ease at which Harry would be able to capture her. Harry cast a silent Aquamenti at the spot he knew she would land, followed by a Glacius. The water that appeared and instantly froze into a frozen sheet of black was nearly invisible when compared to the rest of the asphalt roof. The woman, had she been a gymnast, would have received a perfect '10' for as she landed had it been in the Olympics. However, it wasn't the Olympics, and the perfect attack position she landed held for about a quarter of a second before both her feet slipped from underneath her and she smacked her head on the ground.

One more casual stunner from Harry and all three of Higa's Sekirei were unconscious. Harry summoned the bodies of the two other Sekirei over and had bound all three together tightly after petrifying them first. Deciding to worry about identifying the possible defector in the group later, Harry joined Uzume, who was keeping her distance from Shi while still trying to placate the girl. Uzume had ignored the fight as she ran over the chased Sekirei, who now shook violently as she backed away in fear from Uzume.

"Are you Shi?" Harry asked in a quiet voice. He surreptitiously threw calming charm at the girl that struck home without notice. Shi could have been told the sky was blue by her best friend at this point and not believed them, as agitated and stressed out as the girl was.

"Yes, but I won't be taken to him. I want to find my Ashikabi. I won't be forced," the girl yelled. She was absolutely exhausted, her limbs shook and tears ran openly down her face. Her hair was a mess and her outfit was torn and slashed everywhere. The last three days since he had been set loose by MBI had obviously been extremely rough on her.

"We're here to help," said Uzume while she raised her hands in the air slowly to pull back the veil that obscured her face.

"Harry here is an Ashikabi who's helping me. He's not even my Ashikabi. His two Sekirei are at a safe-house up in the north with a bunch of other un-winged Sekirei. I live there too while my Ashikabi is in a hospital. We can take you to the safe house. You'll have food, a place to sleep, and you won't have to worry about people attacking you there."

"This isn't a trick?" the exhausted girl whispered in a tone that hinted she wanted nothing more than to place absolute faith within Uzume's words.

"No, it's not a trick," said Harry. "There are probably around ten or so Sekirei who come in and out of the place. Every last one of them, including the two I have winged, would kick my ass if I even dreamed of winging a Sekirei that didn't want me."

Uzume laughed at this, "Oh, but they would only kick your ass after Miya had killed you. Doesn't that make you feel special?"

Harry rolled his eyes, and looked at Shi. "We can help you, if you want to come with us. We won't force you to, but we would really like to help you. To be honest, it's what we do."

The girl stood there in blank shock, unable to comprehend the lifeline that had been thrown to her. Harry leaned close and whispered, "Go to her," in Uzume's ear. Uzume walked over and simply held the girl who began to break down in her arms as whatever horrors she had faced over the past few days finally came back to haunt her.

Harry created a portkey with a random empty soda can that was on the roof. "Come on, we'll go back to the inn and drag these three losers with us and let the whole group decide what to do with them." Harry tied the portkey inside the ropes binding Higa's three Sekirei together and watched them teleport away.

Harry walked over to Shi and Uzume and said, "This will be a bit uncomfortable. It'll be over in a second or two though. We're going to teleport to the inn. It'll feel like you're being squeezed through a tube, but it'll be over in a few seconds. Just hold on to me." Harry grabbed Uzume with one hand, and wrapped the arm carrying his broom around Shi. Both girls were buried in his chest grasping on to his shirt.

"Ok ready? 3… 2… 1…" and with a pop, all three disappeared.

-o0o0o-

The Inn was in a bit of a crisis when they arrived. Harry had the portkey dump the three would-be kidnappers right outside the main door of the Inn. Problem was, Homura and Musubi were five feet away discussing Harry when the three captured Sekirei nearly appeared right on top of them a minute earlier. Musubi shrieked loudly and caused Miya to run outside.

Miya stared at the three intruders for only a few moments before she muttered, "Harry better have a good explanation for this…"

Homura however was already one step ahead in her efforts to try and piece the clues together. She knew who these three were. They were Higa's top three blood hounds and one of the main source of problems for her, the Guardian Sekirei. These three had participated in the capture of at least three un-winged Sekirei that she was personally witness to that were now part of Higa's ranks, and there probably were more she wasn't. They were vicious while on the hunt and had claimed at least one un-winged Sekirei for Higa a week recently. Homura thought she knew exactly happened.

"Harry wouldn't send these three along if he wasn't coming here shortly with Uzume. Besides I think I know why he did this. These three are some of Higa's Sekirei. They constantly are out capturing un-winged Sekirei to drag back to Higa so they can serve him. I bet Harry caught them in the act and decided to bring them back here before figuring out what to do with them."

Miya was about to respond when a loud crack echoed nearby. Harry appeared, holding Uzume and a third girl who looked like she had been through a war zone. Miya immediately sprang forward as Harry began explaining. "Her name's Shi, Higa's been having those three thugs over there chase her the last three days since she was released from MBI. She hasn't eaten or slept in all that time, and I think we found her when she was on her last legs. Can you provide her a room, Miya?"

Miya nodded and wrapped one of the girl's arms around her own shoulders. "Come on dear, we'll get you to a room so you can rest. Welcome to Izumo Inn."

Shi could barely acknowledge the greeting since she was so tired. Her eyes were completely closed and she literally had nothing left as Miya easily supported her weight. If Harry and Uzume had waited five more minutes to find her, she no doubt would've been captured.

As Miya was about to cross the door, she turned around, "Harry, there will be no violence within the boundaries of this Inn. Whatever you decide, please do it elsewhere." Harry nodded and understood clearly the implicit message that was given. If a battle or elimination occurred here, it would attract the eyes of MBI, and that was the last thing they needed.

"We still need to get Chiho. I'm going re-stun these knuckleheads and then dump them under a tree over there. Musubi, can you watch them while Homura just patrols the area for now. I doubt Higa will be able to track them here, but I want to be safe. One of the these three is an unwillingly winged Sekirei to Higa. She's also Higa's strongest fighter. Whatever we decide, I want to offer that one a chance to stay here before we take the other two somewhere to deal with them."

Homura and Musubi both nodded their agreement. "Uzume, can you take those folders you got from Higa out and give them to Homura? We need to get these up to Matsu so she can get started on figuring out who and where they all are. Thanks for all your help you two." Harry kissed both Homura and Musubi, bringing out their wings and leaving them both with smiles upon their faces.

He fired one more stunner each at the three bound Sekirei, and floated them over to a tree at the corner of the yard. They were in the shadows of it, and it would be hard to spot them there unless someone looked specifically for them.

"Ready Uzume?" Harry asked the now normally dressed Sekirei. He had not even noticed her clothes as she changed back into her normal clothes. It didn't really matter which outfit Uzume had on, she looked utterly amazing either way. But this outfit was certainly a lot less conspicuous.

"We're going to start back at that alley at Higa's headquarters, and then walk to the hospital. I'll do some lightly memory modifications oneveryone inside as we go up to Chiho's room so that they think she just passed away after doctors spent forty-five minutes in an attempt to save her. All her charts will be updated by those doctors that think she's gone, and Higa will have everything he needs to think she's dead except for the body itself."

She easily agreed to the plan, jaw set firmly with resolve. Harry reached over and wrapped his arms around Uzume in a hug, "Ok, here we go." With another loud crack, they were gone from the Inn, Musubi now the only one aware that two people had just stood in front of her moments earlier.

-o0o0o-

They arrived in the alleyway and quickly began their trek way to the hospital. Harry was once again under a disillusionment charm so that only Uzume could see him. No one even attempted to hinder Uzume as she walked to her Ashikabi's room. She was such a regular and well-known visitor they practically ignored her as she walked. Which was fine by Harry, as every person they saw in a nurse or doctor's uniform was being hit by spells which convinced them of Chiho's recent death as they walked past.

The spells were a subtle thing. They were not obliviations, and they weren't compulsion charms. It was a combination of some very fast legilimency along with a mild confundus which blurred the memories he had just inserted casually through every single person where he had a direct line of sight to their eyes.

They eventually arrived at Chiho's room and found two guards outside. Harry did not think it was possible, but a quick Legilimency sweep told him they were even stupider then the ones outside of Higa's office. Harry followed Uzume as she walked in, the complete lack of acknowledgement from the guards quite rude in Harry's opinion. Another quick Confundus and Legilimency combo made hid the fact from the guards that the door had even been opened.

Harry's first impression of the girl he found inside was that Chiho was a very pretty girl. She was a small waifish brunette who had weathered the ravages of a debilitating illness quite well. She had been staring morosely out the window as they entered, and her face brightened into a smile that could eclipse the sun as Uzume entered. Before their reunion could go too far, Harry removed the spells on himself and cast a translation spell to Chiho.

Chiho gasped as Harry appeared out of nowhere, but Uzume immediately grabbed her attention with a kiss that caused Uzume's veiled wings to erupt from her back. When they finished their impromptu snog, which Harry was in no hurry to interrupt due to how hot the two lesbians looked, Uzume spoke urgently, "Chiho, love. We need to get you out of here. It's not safe for you in this hospital anymore. People are using your illness to try and force me to do bad things. Harry here is going to try and help. He's an Ashikabi who has powers that even I've never heard of. Trust him, please. I trust him with my life."

Harry stepped forward, "Hi Chiho, I know why Uzume's always staring off into space now with a smile on her face. She's obviously been thinking about making out and doing god knows what else with you." Both girls blushed furiously, and Harry turned to Uzume and smirked, "That'll teach you to try and make me blush, Miss Uzume. Now, do you have any belongings in this room or somewhere else we need to pick up?"

Chiho shook her head, "Everything I own is in this room. My parents are dead, and Uzume and I have sold everything I own just to keep up with the payments for my treatments. We have nothing left," her eyes quickly watered while she said this. She was no doubt scared of what little time she thought remained of her life, as well as scared for Uzume, whose life was irrevocably tied to hers.

"Well, it's a good thing I have plenty of money, and a few alternative methods of treatments that normal uptight doctors around here have never heard of before. I'm going to transport you out of here right to the place Uzume stays. There are lot of people there who really want to meet you." Harry grabbed the few meager possessions that Chiho still owned and put them all into a pile.

"Dobby!"

The elf appeared with a crack and Chiho screamed. Uzume just laughed and hugged Chiho, "Don't worry about it. Dobby's a friend. And he's funny too."

"Dobby, can you take all of Chiho's belongings here back to Uzume's room at the inn?" asked Harry.

"Yes sir, Harry Potter, sir," and the elf and the pile disappeared instantly.

"Well, time to go," said Harry cheekily. "Come on Uzume, let's stand her up gently. It'll be easier to transport her if she's standing up and we're supporting her."

Chiho was quite weak, and could not even swing her barely functioning legs out of the bed. Harry helped as they stood the fragile girl up. Harry was surprised to discover that Chiho would likely be around Harry's height of 6'2" if she recovered her health and was able to stand up straight on her own. They walked her a few feet from the bed, and Harry gripped both of them tightly.

"Ok, Chiho. I'm going to teleport us over to where Uzume and I live now. It's going to feel like you're being squeezed through a tube and make you a bit dizzy. Just hold on for a few seconds, that's all it'll take and then it will be over. Ready? 1, 2, 3…" With crack, they were gone.

-o0o0o-

They arrived back at the inn where Miya instantly claimed the primary caretaker position over Chiho. The girl seemed overwhelmed at how many people cared for her well-being. Her spirits seemed to rise exponentially at the merest possibility that Harry might be able to help her.

She was moved into Uzume's room, where Miya stated that for as long as Chiho was sick, the rule about mingling would be relaxed for only the two of them. Miya stared directly at Musubi with her Hannya mask prominently on display, which promptly put the fear of God, also known as Miya Asama, into her so she wouldn't think of violating the rules of the inn again.

Harry went to work right away once Chiho was placed in Uzume's bed. He went through the standard battery of tests he subjected everyone else too, and was surprised at the result of the very first test when he began reading. "Classification: Squib"

"Well how about that?" mused Harry aloud. There was a distinct chance with Chiho being a squib that whatever ailment was affecting here was a magical one, which is why no normal hospital had the capabilities to cure it. It was currently 6pm in Tokyo, meaning it was 9am back in Scotland. Madame Pomfrey should be awake and should be able to correctly diagnose what was behind Chiho's illness.

Making a copy of the spell results, Harry summoned Dobby and asked him to take the results to Madame Pomfrey and wait for a diagnosis from her if she had time. With that, Harry finally sat down. It had been a long day, and they still had to rescue 108 and figure out what to do with Higa's three kidnappers.

Unfortunately, there was no rest for the wicked, Harry decided he was better off not putting off a bit of relaxation and went outside to find Musubi and the prisoners. He collected Homura and Miya along the way, since Toyotama may or may not accept lodging at the inn when asked.

The group of three found Musubi as she lounged on a colorful lawn chair and sipped Mai-Tai's that Harry guessed had been provided by Winky. He just laughed at Musubi's bright smile as they approached. "No one's awake yet, and I got thirsty. Guard work like this is rough." Her smile stopped with a yelp of pain as Miya wacked her over the head.

"Alright, let's get this over with. I think the tall one with the really dark green hair is Toyotama, let's start with her," said Harry as he took the ropes off that had bound the three unconscious Sekirei together. They were each individually bound and petrified still, so he wasn't really worried about what they would do.

He floated the taller Sekirei over to the middle of the yard and set her down on her back. He removed the Petrificus Totalus from her and then cast Rennervate to awaken her from the earlier stunner she was hit with. She gasped awake and then groaned from a headache which was the hallmark of extended unconsciousness from a stunner.

"Drink this, it'll get rid of the headache," he said without preamble and poured the painkiller potion down her throat. She coughed and sputtered, but didn't complain about any more pain after a few seconds.

"Who are you, why am I bound?" she asked the group that she realized now stood above her.

"You're bound because we caught you trying to kidnap an un-winged Sekirei. Around here we frown on activities such as that," said Harry.

"What was I supposed to do? The other two with me would just have told Higa I didn't cooperate and then he'd have them beat me or thrown out. I don't have anywhere else to go if I don't do as he says," the girl said coldly.

"Were you winged against your will?" asked Homura. Harry noticed the subject was always a sore one for the Guardian Sekirei. She took each unwillingly winged Sekirei as a personal failure on her account. It was her job to protect them. For every unwilling bond she prevented, unfortunately two or three more were occurred she couldn't stop.

"Yes, the two I was with today were the ones who captured me and dragged me to Higa. They're the only ones out of all of Higa's Sekirei that could've done what they did to me."

'The girl certainly still has her pride, for sure,' thought Harry as he verified her statements through Legilimency as she spoke. From her perspective, she was in no-win situation and she still had not backed down.

Harry sat down in front of her. "Well, we're here to offer you a deal. We're starting a safe-house, for un-winged and unwillingly winged Sekirei. If you want to stay here, you can. No strings attached. You'll have food, shelter and your freedom to go as you please. All that we ask is that you follow Miya's rules about living here."

"What are the rules?" asked Toyotama with interest.

"There is no fighting, obscenity, or illicit sexual activity within Izumo Inn," said Miya with a sickly sweet voice with demonic Hannya materialized behind her.

Toyotama started to stutter immediately at the sight. It was clear she wanted nothing more at the moment than to get away from Miya. "I-I.. c-can.. d-do…that." She managed to get out before Miya returned to normal with a smile on her face.

"Miya can provide you a room to stay in. All that she typically asks for in terms of rent is help around the inn with random chores that pop up. There are a lot of Sekirei here, many of whom aren't winged. So everyone kind of mutually protects everyone else," said Harry as he vanished the ropes that held Toyotama down and reached out a hand to help her up.

When she stood, Harry finally got a good look at her. She was tall, easily over 6'3". Her body was very athletic and toned; with the only fat on her body seemingly present in the two overly large globes attached her chest. If she wasn't already bound to Higa, Harry would've easily found himself trying to flirt with the girl. As it was however, she was bound, and he wasn't going to attempt to break any bonds on Sekirei until he has broken Karasuba's and Haihane's first. MBI would be given no notice whatsoever that Sekirei bonds could be broken until two thirds of its own Discipline Squad abandoned them.

Miya took Toyotama inside, leaving Harry, Musubi, and Homura with the two remaining prisoners. "I say we wake them up, get any additional information we can on other un-winged Sekirei they may be chasing, and then have Musubi and you each take their crests. This way, it makes it so each of you has participated in 'the plan'."

"Any objections or other ideas?"

"Do we have to eliminate them? It doesn't seem right with them helpless like this," said Musubi.

"It also isn't right that they chased down Shi for the last three days and forced Toyotama to help them. And I'm willing to bet Shi wasn't the first one they've done this too. You just heard Toyotama say they did this to her too. If we don't eliminate them, they'll just return to Higa and keep doing the same things over and over to other Sekirei."

He walked over and gave Musubi a hug. "It was a hard lesson that I learned a long time ago. You don't leave unrepentant enemies at your back where they can slide a knife into it later when you're not looking. These aren't Sekirei anymore, they're our enemy. And I couldn't live with myself if we let them go and they came back and did something to you or Homura."

Homura had walked over at this point and placed an arm on Musubi's shoulder, "I agree. They represent everything I fight against. A lot of Sekirei will get their chance now to find their fated Ashikabi if we remove them from the streets."

"Are we three in agreement then?" asked Harry.

After nods were received from both girls, Harry started his long slow walk towards the prisoners. "Miya said whatever we do, we can't do it here. So, I'm going to portkey us to the rooftop where we captured them. This way, MBI has no idea they were here. Once done, MBI does their pickup, and then we come back here, eat, and get ready to save 108 tonight."

With a deep breath, Harry summoned a fallen branch from under the tree. A quick hand-motion turned it into a portkey, which he promptly stuffed between the bindings that held the two comatose prisoners. A moment later they vanished. Musubi and Homura instantly moved to his side and allowed him to wrap an arm around both of them Without thinking or warning, Harry immediately apparated to the rooftop. Which turned out to be a slight mistake. After the trip was over, Musubi spluttered incoherently and Homura swore loudly at the lack of warning they had received.

"Oops," said Harry as he stuck his tongue out and batted away a stray fireball from Homura.

"Don't ever do that again without warning, Harry," yelled Homura.

With a rather sheepish grin, Harry walked over and revived both their prisoners. He kept their bindings intact and merely allowed their heads the ability to move. "Well, isn't this a predicament you two have found yourself in."

The two girls groaned loudly in pain from the headaches the Stupify's had inflicted upon them. But Harry really didn't care at this point.

"Who are you two," Harry spat at them.

"Sai, Number 31," wheezed out the smaller blond girl with short hair and whip like weapons on her forearms.

"Don't give him any information you stupid slut," yelled the other one, the taller dark skinned Sekirei who's massive breasts had momentarily entranced Harry earlier.

"Ah, our first volunteer to provide us with information. Tell me, how many Sekirei have you kidnapped to involuntarily wing for your master, LEGILIMENS!" Harry all but screamed the last word, mainly to ensure he had intimidated the other girl.

He was not gentle. He learned a long time ago that the Occlumency sessions he had with Snape in his fifth year of Hogwarts were not designed to help him learn the skill. They were designed to tear open his mind's natural defenses. The whole process had been a reward for Snape while he brutally and intentionally forced Harry to relive all his most uncomfortable and terrifying experiences.

Snape wasn't even that good a Legilimens. His torture sessions with Harry were more akin to a Bull in a China shop. Voldemort could easily and quite stealthily tip toe through a victims mind without them feeling anything and pull up anything at will. With his knowledge of the two methods, Harry currently utilized something akin to Voldemort's practiced grace combined with Snape's rampaging rhino on the Sekirei that had mouthed off to him. To make the process go even faster, Harry had asked the question first so the girl's mind would subconsciously push the related information near the surface, so the it would be made far easier for him to find.

Her name was Ichiya, and she and Sai were confirmed to be the ones who had captured Toyotama and were essentially her wardens. They made sure Number 16 never got too far out of line and brutally punished her if she did. Under the service of Higa, Toyotama had spent just as much time in the search for other Sekirei as she had lain in a hospital bed with numerous broken bones from her comrades. Ichiya had also participated in the collection of not only Number 22, but two additional Sekirei named Oshino and Kujou. That would leave Higa with three of his remaining five Sekirei having been unwillingly bound to him, and question marks over the remaining two.

Harry pulled out of Ichiya's mind, leaving her a shivering wreck on the rooftop. She mindlessly tried unsuccessfully to curl up into a fetal position despite the ropes she was bound with. Sai simply stared at her fellow Sekirei with wide-eyes, fear broadcasting openly from her eyes as she had no idea what Harry had just done. Only that he had definitely hurt her and she was likely next.

"And what about you, are you willing to answer questions voluntarily, or will you choose the hard way as well? I know Ichiya was present when Higa unwillingly bound Toyotama, Kochou, Oshino, and Kujou. What about the last two Sekirei he has right now?" Never before was Harry as grateful for the near perfect memory that Occlumency afforded him, what with the need to remember four names like those when he was born a Westerner.

"They were all unwillingly bound. The only ones of us to react to him were Ichiya and me. We were his first," the girl spoke mechanically, doing her best to remain calm despite what her fellow Sekirei just endured.

"Thank you my dear. One last question before we wrap things up here. Do you know of any other un-winged Sekirei your boss has interest in?"

"No, he usually picks one or two Sekirei per release that he finds out about and sends us after her. I don't know how he gets the information. He's going to do that for the next two releases, and then set us loose picking up everyone who is still unwinged."

Harry actually knew the timeline and Higa's future plans as well. He had caught glimpses of graphs and projections that predicted he would have over twenty Sekirei by the time all Sekirei were winged. With the knowledge they had obtained, Harry figured there was nothing else useful the two bullies could provide them, so he silenced both girls and flipped them over. The ropes that surrounded them were vanished, but the Petrificus Totalus that prevented all movement from them was maintained. A final wave of his hands vanished the tops of both Sekirei, which exposed their naked upper torso's and revealed the Sekirei crests on their upper backs.

"Let's get this over with," Harry said quietly, not at all happy about what was about to happen. Each Sekirei had a crest, which at this point Harry conjectured was somehow magically tied directly to their magical core or soul itself. Each Sekirei was taught a spell, unique to each one, but the effect was always the same: It placed the targeted Sekirei in a coma when uttered while the crest when touched.

Musubi wandered up to Sai, took a deep breath, and laid one finger upon Sai's crest, "By the fists of my contract, my Ashikabi's peril will be shattered." The crest glowed brightly, and vanished.

Homura slowly and reluctantly walked up to Ichiya, and lay one flaming finger against the woman's crest. She took a deep breath before she whispered, "By the undying flames of my contract, my Ashikabi's fears will be engulfed in flames of righteousness." Ichiya's crest flared briefly faded in the same manner as Sai's.

Both Homura and Musubi took a step back and gazed towards the distant MBI tower. Harry removed the remaining spells on the now former prisoners and restored the tops of their clothing. He watched as his Sekirei now observed an unwritten rule of the Sekirei Plan. Any fighter who defeated a foe would remain with the comatose body until MBI picked it up. This ensured ensure nothing happened to desecrate their fallen sisters. Harry disillusioned himself before MBI could see him.

Ten minutes after their crests were taken, MBI troops in modified Black Hawk helicopters appeared and promptly took the bodies of the fallen away. They inquired as to who had defeated who, and who their Ashikabi was. They answered with their own names, but refused to give away Harry's. They figured MBI would have no easy way of acquiring Harry's name, so who were they to help them along. The group of three watched the helicopters fade into the distance, before Harry walked over to them and held them close. All three stood simply stood in place, watching the setting sun with tears in their eyes.

It was now almost seven pm. There were just three hours to go till they had to save 108.

-o0o0o-

The inn was in a somber mood upon their arrival back. They found Miya in the kitchen as she busily cooked dinner while Toyotama just looked lost and unsure what to do. Uzume was still behind locked doors with Chiho, where both anxiously waited for the return of Harry so they could go over the diagnosis in more detail.

Miya saw the group of three enter the kitchen and asked simply, "Is it taken care of?"

Harry and the two Sekirei nodded without saying a word.

Toyotama stood in confusion before she realized what the question and response actually meant. She quickly strode over to Harry, Musubi, and Homura and pulled all three into a hug saying, "Thank you, thank you, thank you" repeatedly. She was worried Higa would find out about her treachery through Sai or Ichiya if they returned to him, but now that wasn't possible.

Dinner was served shortly afterwards, with Harry detailed to go upstairs and float Chiho down the steps. He conjured some pillows for her to lean back against so she would be comfortable. It was a raucous dinner, the trials and the tribulations of the day forgotten, and no thought put towards the dangerous mission they were a few short hours away from.

Miya had brandished her soup ladle no less than three times each upon Uzume and Harry as they snuck so much innuendo into their conversations they even caused the self-styled pervert Matsu to blush madly.

Halfway through the laughter (and violence) filled dinner, Dobby reappeared. "Master Harry sir, Madame Pomfrey's sends this reply and these potions." The diminutive elf handed over a piece of folded parchment and three vials of a purplish liquid. With everyone waiting with baited breath to hear the news about Chiho, Harry began to read the reply out loud.

Dear Mr. Potter

Young man you are no longer an attendee of my school, and yet you still are finding obscure maladies for me to cure. As if Basilisk and Acromantula bites or Cruciatus exposure were not enough, you've now found a case of a magical disease that hasn't had a documented case in over four hundred years.

I'm sending along with this letter three vials of a curative draught for the ailment your diagnosis identified. The first potion contains a purging draught, which will unfortunately make your friend nauseous for approximately one hour, but it will allow for the follow up potions to be that much more affective. If what I implied from Dobby is correct, your friend was being treated in a muggle hospital. It is imperative to remove all previous chemicals from your friend's body before the magical cure can take effect.

Your friend should take the enclosed potions before going to bed each night, and by the third morning after starting she should be completely cured of the affliction. Please send another comprehensive spell diagnosis similar to the one you sent with Dobby then so I can verify she is no longer sick.

After she has recovered, please place her on a nutrient potion program lasting two months for her to regain her strength. She should take one potion each morning with breakfast. This will help her with regaining the use of her legs as well as recover any lost muscle mass.

I hope your friend hasn't suffered long under this affliction. It was good hearing from you Mr. Potter. Please stay in touch, though I hope to never see you again inside this hospital wing, especially unconscious within the bed with your name engraved on the plaque above it.

Sincerely,

Poppy Pomfrey

"Well, she's as cordial as ever," Harry mused aloud. He chuckled as Uzume had crashed into Chiho halfway through the letter. She now wept in joy that there was a cure for her Ashikabi.

"Miya, I'll provide the nutrient potions for Chiho to begin taking in three days with breakfast. They don't require any special storage or anything. She may need some encouragement taking them however, they taste absolutely awful," said Harry.

"Oh I'm sure we can find ways to make sure she takes her medicine each day," Miya replied with that sickly sweet voice that struck terror in everyone but Harry.

"So what's our plan now guys?" asked Matsu.

"Well, we have less than two hours till the call goes out. I was still planning on heading to the north side of the Arboretum since it's the central part of the city. When Minaka tells everyone where to go, at least we'll be an equal distance to pretty much everywhere at that point."

"I agree, I don't see any way of positioning ourselves better than that without any additional knowledge," said Homura.

"What's going on?" asked Toyotama out loud, since she had not yet been made aware of that night's impending events.

"A friend of a friend let us know this afternoon someone tried attacking an MBI adjustor taking an unreleased un-winged Sekirei out on a rather ill-advised day trip. The girl panicked and apparently has hidden herself away somewhere. The MBI CEO apparently thinks it'll be a jolly good idea tonight at 10 PM to tell everyone that a free Sekirei is vulnerable and waiting somewhere. I think he just wants to see what kind of chaos will come out of all this. The girl is a seven year old. She doesn't deserve this. We're going to find her and bring her back here so she won't be winged by some pedophile."

"I can help if you want. I just want to be useful," said Toyotama. She spoke evenly, but Harry heard the trace of pleading in her voice.

"No, I don't want you seen yet. It'll be good for you to keep a low profile for a few days. Higa will already have enough problems when he discovers 18 and 31 are eliminated. When you throw in that you are missing, Chiho is 'dead', and Uzume isn't apparently doing her assassin's duties… Well…" Harry broke into a very self-satisfied grin, "Higa should be more than a little off-balance for a few days. No use exposing you to any danger yet. Especially if he manages to convince some of his remaining girls to go on the hunt tonight. Stay around here, relax. Help Miya beat up Matsu. Just have some fun," replied Harry with some mirth.

"Hey, that's not funny," said Matsu.

Harry looked at his watch, "Alright, we'll head out at about 9:30. Let's be down here ready to depart at 9:15 to discuss anything that comes up at the last minute. That gives us one hour. I want to take Musubi, Homura and Uzume. I want Uzume disillusioned so only we can see her though. I don't want it getting back to Higa that she's working with us either if any of Higa's remaining people see us out there. It should only take us about ten minutes to get there and get into position. That'll leave us fifteen to twenty minutes to sit and wait at the rendezvous before all hell breaks loose and we have to move."

Seeing the nods of acknowledgement, Harry got up and walked out of the room. He didn't hear Matsu say dreamily, "Gods he's hot when he takes charge."

Nor the yelp of pain she earned from Miya for the comment.

--

Current Residents of Izumo Inn:

Harry Potter (Ashikabi)

Chiho Hidaka (Ashikabi)

Number 1 Miya Asama

Number 2 Matsu / No Ashikabi

Number 6 Homura / Harry Potter

Number 10 Uzume / Chiho

Number 17 Toyotama / Higa (Unwilling)

Number 40 Shi / No Ashikabi

Number 88 Musubi / Harry Potter

-o0o0o-

MBI Headquarter Residents:

Minaka / MBI CEO

Sahashi Takami / MBI Sekirei Adjustor / Friend of Homura

Number 4 Karasuba (Discipline Squad Member) – Natsuo (Unwilling)

Number 104 Haihane (Discipline Squad Member) – Natsuo (Unwilling)

Number 105 Benitsubasa (Discipline Squad Member) – Natsuo

-o0o0o-

Previously Encountered / Mentioned Sekirei:

Number 3 Kazehana (Former Discipline Squad Member) / No Ashikabi

Number 5 Mutsu (Former Discipline Squad Member) / Mikogami (attacked Takami)

Number 8 Yume (Eliminated Discipline Squad Member) / No Ashikabi

-o0o0o-

Number 11 Hikari / Seo (Lightning Twin / "Doofus" Twin 1)

Number 12 Hibiki / Seo (Lightning Twin / "Doofus" Twin 2)

-o0o0o-

Number 18 Ichiya (Eliminated) / Higa

Number 22 Kochou / Higa (Unwilling)

Number 31 Sai (Eliminated) / Higa

Number 86 Katsuragi / Higa (Unwilling)

Number 101 Oriha / Higa (Unwilling)

Number ? Oshino / Higa (Unwilling)

Number ? Kujou / Higa (Unwilling)

-o0o0o-

Number 108 Kusano / No Ashikabi