A Meeting of Wits

by Bob Suarez

Hanatarou Tanaka was living the good life: He has a nice job, he works the stock market on the side and even has a nice home. Despite all this he still feels unfulfilled until he meets Matsu, who sends his comfy life spiralling into the chaos that is the Sekirei Plan! AU, OC, citrus (don't expect too many of those scenes though).

7. Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Disc lamer: Any movies, shows, animes, comics, manga, songs etc. I reference are purely used for non-profit so don't sue me. I mean seriously, take a second to read the URL. If you think I'm makin' money off this somehow, I am concerned for your mental health. Unless your lawyer is right next to you, in which case I plead the fifth.

A/N: I find myself here, at this place again. You'll notice a certain variety of citrus in this chapter. It's pretty amateur by my books, but you fellas want it so hey! I'll try most things once. For those who don't care about good ol' sexual tension relief, control-eff LEMONADE for the end of the scene. For the start, if that's all you're here for, look for LEMONS.

Hindsight, Hanatarou knows, is and will forever be 20/20. Before Uzume rocketed away to engage in the fight between Katsuragi and Yashima, he should've stopped her for a second in order to kiss and empower her with Norito. Before he could tell the Veiled Sekirei to turn around, she had already launched herself towards the skirmish. Hanatarou cursed under his breath over his negligence.

I messed up. I should've thought of Norito boosting her sooner. Now she's going waist deep in a potential sea of shit and we don't know how deep it runs, he reprimanded himself. He turned to the rooftops in front of him and saw while there was no direct path to walk across them, one could still move forward with a few jumps and a running start. The tiny voice of raw and uncaring logic said this was pretty stupid: While he was not out of shape, he most certainly wasn't in shape either. He could very easily end up a splatter on the pavement with a poorly timed hurdle. Fortunately (?), his anger overrode his common sense and with only a few deep breaths he began to jog in step a bit to loosen up and walked to the edge to scout before taking off.

The first obstacle was, from what he could see with his mildly higher vantage point, arguably the hardest: a jump of what he guessed to be six meters across with a height difference between the take-off point to the landing point of another guess of four meters. Its days like this I really appreciate all the power walking to and from work, he thought wryly. Thankfully the rooftop he was on was completely flat; he wouldn't have to hurdle anything and possibly lose precious momentum. With an efficient long jump, the currently irrational Ashikabi flew. Hanatarou's flight was nowhere near as graceful or powerful as Uzume's but it would be enough, albeit barely. With a dull thud, he impacted half on, half off the next rooftop, and was rather winded due to the impact. Thankfully, his hands were powerful enough from playing the piano the vast majority of his life and the few years he tried to emulate his musical idol Buddy Rich on the drum set to grab hold of the ledge and pull himself fully onto the roof.

Taking a few seconds to get his stunted oxygen flow back, he jogged onward, his earlier observation about the hardest hurdle to cross turned out to be true. With a few ledge grabs, long hops, several running starts, a couple of bumps on his torso, hands and knees, he found himself on the rooftop adjacent to the spot from which he could oversee the action.

A faint sheen of sweat covered the face of the slightly strained Ashikabi as he breathed deep through his nostrils to help settle down his heartbeat. The final jump before him was nearly an exact match to the one he started with, only this time the horizontal distance to the landing point was about a meter shorter. Emboldened with his previous success with a more difficult parkour challenge, he once again took off running. Perhaps feeling too overconfident, he found himself jumping a hair too early and lost his cool momentarily, flailing his limbs about for a quarter of a second, lowering his airspeed by a shade as well. While these losses in momentum weren't enough to royally screw him over, it still made what should've been an easy landing into a messy tumble forward. During his panicked flight, he caught sight of Uzume and the unwinged Sekirei coming down on the same roof he was about to roughly land on. His forward momentum caused his torso to almost slingshot his head onto the roof, which forced him to shoot out his hands in order to avoid a split skull. With some more curses under his breath, he made to get on his feet but stopped when he noticed Uzume's face less than a foot from his and closing in. Idly Hanatarou wondered how she got to him so quickly while #10 gave him a quick kiss, making her luminescent wings sprouting forth, the light mingling with the sun's rays, seemingly warping the sky one could see through them.

"I've gotta take care of some business, a'ight bro? Just sit tight," she finished with a wink and did a 180.

The Veiled Sekirei focused on the matter at hand; Yashima finally situated herself a fair distance across from her, both Wagtails in a Mexican standoff. After a tense ten seconds, the gravity manipulator spoke up, "#84 Yashima."

Uzume understood her succinct statement, "#10 Uzume," and payed the same respect given to her.

Taking a wide stance and bracing herself, the hammer wielder called out, "Hammer of my pledge, shatter the enemy of my Ashikabi!" Light began to emit from and warp around Yashima as the rooftop she was on cratered with the sheer amount of force she exuded with her incantation active.

Uzume for some reason decided not to chant, but she did create some more veils out of sight of the gravity manipulator, now under control of a dozen spools of her silk.

Yashima pounced, raised her weapon in an overhead blow, "Gravity Ha-"

Two veils shot out like lightning to each arm while four flew to each leg. Each veil constricted their respective limb and drew each appendage taut, the shock over and sudden loss of control over her various limbs causing #84 to lose her grip on her no longer glowing hammer. The veils that wrapped her arms let go and tied a leg instead and Uzume started to twirl her around as if she were a coil of rope with Yashima acting as the loop at the end. She kept increasing the speed of her twirl and when #10 stopped feeling resistance, she stopped and slammed her on the unforgiving concrete.

While Sekirei not only have denser muscle structure, stronger, slightly thicker bones and more resistant skin, even their innards are more stable and resilient. The centrifugal force Uzume exerted on Yashima would've liquefied any human's insides; Yashima, being a Norito-boosted Wagtail, merely experienced a pounding headache, a nasty case of whiplash, severe loss of balance and bouts of intense vertigo. While she was incapacitated by her own attempts to stand, Uzume sauntered over and gave her as mean a right cross as a non-fist-type could manage. Yashima flew off her feet for a couple of meters and landed sprawled on all fours. After a few seconds she valiantly tried again to get back on her feet.

"Give it up, sista. I don't wanna have ta do this," the Veiled Sekirei called out to her obviously losing opposition.

Normally, Yashima is a quiet and impressionable individual, to the point where she would probably accept the idea of retreat from an enemy. The previous abuse of Junichi, compounding with his ignoring of anything she had to say, plus the concise thrashing Uzume quickly dished out and to top it all off the rather casual dismissal of her as a threat broke the straw on the camel's back. With slow, methodical steps, #84 walked to and retrieved her weapon, head bowed and face obscured from view the entire time. When she raised her head, Uzume noted Yashima's visage was covered with a vicious snarl, loaded to the gills with fury. With speed unseen before from the gravity manipulator, she dashed towards #10, cocking back her hammer for a full-strength horizontal smash. Having learned from last time, she made sure to stick to the ground so as to not leave herself open to the previous limb snaring attack. Uzume became shrouded by six of her veils as they spiraled upwards then falling lifelessly to the floor, to reveal the Veiled Sekirei to be nowhere in sight. Yashima looked everywhere, furiously searching for the upstart bitch that dared blow her off. A wolf whistle sounded out behind the now livid gravity manipulator and she snappily did an about-face. Through her red haze of rage she paused, puzzled at what she saw.

Uzume had taken a strange stance; even stranger still was what it implied. Her left arm was hanging at a right angle, forearm held level with her navel, pumping back and forth with blurring speed while her right arm was held up next to her face, held in a fist in a manner similar to a Muay Thai practitioner and unlike her left, was held still. Behind her, several of her veils were mimicking her arms, with six of them pumping back and forth in perfect sync with the left while another six turned into a sort of blunt corkscrew aimed skyward and holding still, just like her right arm. She kept hopping around on the balls of her feet lightly, reminiscent of an outboxer's usual footwork heavy oriented pattern, "Alright, ya asked fer it, no more fuckin' around!" She called out, and with her left hand and the respective veils copying said hand, she made a come hither gesture.

A barely audible yet feral growl emanated from #84's clenched teeth as she dashed forward, hammer cocked back to hit a home-run on Uzume's now side-stepping form. Her left fist flew out low and to the ground, which again momentarily broke through Yashima's furious tunnel vision and yet again brought confusion. Why swing when I'm not even that close yet? Was what ran through her head in that moment. Her step also faltered along with her focus, costing her what seemed like little at the time.

From above, the six loose veils copied her left and flew parallel to the ground, splitting into threes and coming from both sides. Once they got about a meter and a half within range of the gravity manipulator, she kept her fist loose as she raised the oddly aimed jab and whipped her wrist forward. All six veils copied the motion in staggered timing, whipping up and striking at Yashima's face with audible snaps. #84 stepped back, in equal amounts of shock and pain; while those flicker jabs hurt, they didn't really cause much in the name of damage (yet). As she shook her head to re-focus and re-settle herself, the Sekirei embodiment of MC Hamer's hit single zeroed her angry tunnel-vision upon Uzume's jabbing form. Another cacophony of snaps were heard as #10 had wasted no time and fired off another barrage of flickers, all six connecting once more. This time Yashima knew what was hitting her and didn't even pause as she dashed forward once again, undaunted by the fact the Veiled Sekirei cocked yet another volley of flickers to harass her with.

This time Yashima's approach was scarier, as she actually was in range for a quarter of a second until Uzume side-dashed away again, felt the rather refreshing cool breeze of her opponent's hammer swing barely missing making her insides all pulpy while her left hand and mimicking veils were nearly invisible from the speed they lashed out at. The game of cat and mouse continued as such, much to Yashima's rising frustration. As time winded down upon the skirmish on the rooftop, Uzume's flicker jabs showed one of their delayed aces: Various spots of angry red swelling painted the gravity manipulator's face, particularly around the high cheeks and eyebrows, the harsh, coloured mounds of flesh obscuring her vision. It didn't help that no matter how relatively undamaging the flicker jabs were, but when you were hit by dozens on the head? How about a hundred plus? Needless to say, Yashima was starting to feel pressured and was further disheartened when she took in her opponent's condition. She was only breathing mildly hard as she had yet to lose her visage of cool focus, much to Hanatarou's great surprise. The cherry on top was Yashima attempted to use her Norito release which burned precious minutes of the DNA-based steroid; Uzume merely used the passive stat boost it provided to literally run circles around the hammer wielder, not even taking a scratch in this fight.

It was in this calm yet still tense moment, like being within the eye of a storm, did Hanatarou exhale a large puff of air and shake his head in wonder, Man, humanity is so outclassed by these girls it isn't even funny. And where in the seven hells did Uzume learn Hitman style?!

The momentary respite was broken as Yashima used her desperation to fuel her dashes, wanting nothing more than to knock Uzume out of the park. #10 changed her tactics a little by changing the angle of her flickers to come from above, forcing Yashima to duck her head.

The climax of the battle rapidly approached, as the Veiled Sekirei stopped bouncing on the balls of her feet and stood her ground, much to Yashima's relief. Maybe she got tired of running around? Desperation does things to a person's thought process, even to a Sekirei's. It was as she dashed forward did another ace of the flickers revealed itself: As one gets slapped around repeatedly by the left hand, one, should they be inexperienced enough in battle, tends to forget there's a right hand. Uzume sped up and strengthened the onslaught of flickers, to ensure the abused Sekirei keeps her head as low as possible so as to not see the chopping right coming.

Yashima finally managed to get within range again, and this time Uzume wasn't running. #84 planted her feet shoulder width apart, twisted her entire body from her toes to her neck to cock back her mightiest swing then found herself seeing stars and the ground rushing up rapidly to meet her face.

Hanatarou groaned in the background as Yashima's head made a mild crater on the rooftop, hammer falling down with a rather pathetic flop next to her body. A light impossible to see from the distance he was at emitted from between her shoulder blades, as Uzume made a prudent decision to partially rip her top off to check the condition of her enemy's Sekirei Crest. It was gone. The fight was over.

Hanatarou whistled lowly as he slowly approached, Hot dayum, Uzume handed her ass to her on a silver platter. Hanatarou thought, running through the fight again in his head. I guess Matsu really wasn't kidding when she said Uzume can free-style with her veils. I should probably show her that one manga about objects with souls; she's going to get a kick out of how perverted the obi is. That, and the obvious inspiration for her cloth-based powers.

The Veiled Sekirei gestured to her Askihabi to come over while she turned to the last known location of Katsuragi only to see she was long gone. With a shrug she turned only to see Hanatarou right next to her and raising her right arm skyward, "A~nd the winner by knockout, Uzume 'The Hitwoman'-" he faltered after remembering neither Matsu nor Uzume gave him a last name when they introduced themselves. He leaned forward and whispered conspiratorially, "You do have a family name, right?"

Uzume quirked an eyebrow in amusement at his antics, "Yeah I do, yours."

The apparent referee nodded amicably, "Right, right. Take two!" He cleared his throat before continuing, "A~nd the winner by knockout, Uzume 'The Hitwoman' Tanaka!" He shouted out to the non-existent crowd.

The Veiled Sekirei made a show of shadow boxing, then laughed as she draped the raised arm around her Ashikabi, pressing herself as firmly as she could against his body, "So~, what do I get fer winnin', h~m?" she tilted her head and leaned her face in close with half-lidded eyes, "Doesn't your tired, tired woman get a reward fer fightin' her hardest?"

Hanatarou scoffed, "Your hardest?" Both of his hands touched her face then roamed to her neck and arms, then stopped after barely finding what he was looking for, "You hardly broke a sweat!" Uzume looked put out but he continued, "Tell you what. One of my younger sisters is a physical therapist and she used me a lot for practice. She even taught me a few hand tricks. Before we go home, let's make a stop at the department store that's..." Hanatarou paused and leaned towards the western edge of the former battlefield and scoured the land with his eyes, "I'd say...about 15 blocks ahead of us? Something like that... anyway, let's make a stop there for some massage oils and table, plus you tell me on the way what you want for dinner so I can pick up the ingredients. You deserve it," he paused again and rubbed the back of his neck, "Y'know, you really kicked ass. I knew Sekirei are stronger than we are but seeing that fight really drove the point home," silence reigned once again, this time for a longer duration then he shook his head and peered down at the deactivated Yashima, "Is this really necessary? Tearing your sisters away from their lifemates?" he asked quietly.

Uzume answered just as quietly, "It's all we've ever known. For our Ashikabis, we must fight."

Hanatarou once again shook his head, although this time it was a shorter movement yet still firm, "It shouldn't come down to this. It's cruel," a moment passed as he inhaled deeply through his nostrils, "But hey! Better her than you," he stated with a half-grin.

Uzume snickered and patted her asshole of an Ashikabi's shoulder, "Believe me, I did her a favour. Her man was a real piece of shit. Kinda wanna go down the alley again 'n kick his ass just for shits and giggles, if he's still there," she put a finger to her lip and tilted her head in thought, wondering how long it'll take for the MBI helicopters to get here and whether she'll finish up before Takami arrives to pick up Yashima.

Hanatarou shrugged, "Well, if you feel that strongly about it, go ahead and kick his ass, I won't stop you. Just don't kill him, that's probably a bad idea," he said while scratching his chin.

Before Uzume could decide to jump down and deliver another can of whoop ass or not, Hanatarou's phone rang. He fished it out of his pocket and brought it up to his ear after glancing at the caller ID, "Good afternoon, this is Mahjong's Pizza, how may I help you today?"

"Hi, Matsu would like to order a large Takami wants to meet you, and to drink Matsu will take a two liter of you idiot." #02's voice emitted from the phone dryly.

"Excellent choice ma'am, might I suggest, where does she want to meet and what time?" Halfway through his response, Hanatarou dropped the act.

The faint sound of a keyboard clattering was heard first, "Matsu gives MBI's helicopters about five minutes time and as for the location, that rooftop you're on, Hana-tan," he stated matter-of-factly.

Hanatarou's eyes shot up in surprise although Matsu didn't see it (satellites only have so much zoom after all and it gave #02 a bad angle to catch the change in facial expression anyway), "Well al~righty then!" He called out rather enthusiastically. Both Uzume and her Ashikabi looked at each other in confusion then around randomly, trying to find the source of the faint "Chu-ca-ca!" they both heard.

The pair shrugged it off and Hanatarou continued, "Ah, I've been meaning to ask you, have you looked up radio ear pieces? We could use a few for Homura, Uzume and I if I happen to be tagging along."

A clatter of a few keystrokes was heard, Hanatarou figuring she already had a tab open and merely cycled to bring it to the forefront, "MBI actually have very good ones for sale, similar to a Bluetooth headset except with an expected battery life of 10 years and of a slightly smaller size. They're about 125,000 yen a pop," Matsu informed Hanatarou helpfully.

"I see. Hm, maybe I can ask Takami for several of them for services rendered?" he asked more to himself.

Uzume once again chuckled, believing the Sekirei Plan Director's face would look hilarious if he really asked that, although Hanatarou didn't get the joke as he hasn't met Takami yet.

"Well, they're commonly used by MBI's private force. There's a small chance there's some spares on one of their helicopters in-case of equipment failure?" The Sekirei of Wisdom guessed.

"It's worth asking, if nothing else. I'll be letting you go now Matsu. No doubt you have me to spy on with various cameras to keep you busy," he said airily as he tried to worm his free hand to an itch between his shoulder blades that was just out of reach.

"Ple~ase, Hana-tan, it's called multi-tasking," she snarked back. "Try rubbing your back on the side of that roof entrance by the way, the walls should be enough to scratch your itch."

Hanatarou was about to turn around and ask Uzume, who had walked over to and taken to making a make-shift puppet out of Yashima's fallen form and having her dance the can-can, if she could get it for him but paused once Matsu pointed out that yes, the wall was indeed a good backscratcher.

After ending the call and relieving himself of that pesky itch, Hanatarou raised an eyebrow in amusement at Uzume's antics. She noticed she had his attention then turned around, presented her fantastic ass and made Yashima spank her as she bobbed her eyebrows at him suggestively. He chuckled at the sort of grim humour; he wondered whether it counted as disrespect of the fallen since the former gravity wielder was still alive, just comatose? "Playing around with your defeated enemy's corpse? Talk about showing her who's boss," he noted with amusement.

"Gee, ya think so?" Yashima mimicked most of Uzume's every move, with the exception of the mouth as she spoke while her hands, feet and head flopped around. #10 sashayed towards him, her hips rolling smoothly as the former gravity manipulator once again mirrored the majority of her movements.

"Alright Uzume, you know what time it is?" Hanatarou asked with a slight firmness, feeling the need to put his foot down over her dissing the fallen.

Uzume's face broke into a shit-eating grin, "What, is it time to open the door, get on the floor, everybody walk the dinosaur?" She asked cheekily for the first few words and then in a sing-song voice, both Sekirei walking the dinosaur as she sang.

Hanatarou slapped his palm to his forehead with a fair amount of force, unable to keep the snort of laughter or the smile from his face. "Well played," he said succinctly as Uzume lifted Yashima and replaced her next to the minor crater the final blow left.

The Veiled Sekirei rose from the floor and wrapped one arm around Hanatarou as she had gotten close enough at the end of her dinosaur walk while the other grabbed and lowered his chin for a kiss, which she received.

With now about three more minutes until the Sekirei retrieval team and by extension Takami arrives, Uzume was going to make the most of it. She pressed herself firmly against him as soon as their lips collided, which in turn pressed Hanatarou to the wall. He coiled one hand around her waist as the other rested on her drool-inducing hips. As soon as his hands settled, she moved both of hers to his buttocks. In response, Hanatarou shifted from hips to ass himself, which garnered yet another instantaneous reaction: Uzume threw subtly out the window by unzipping his jeans, slipping her hand past his boxers and working his shaft at a steady pace. Idly Hanatarou made the comparison of her actions to a barely restrained frat boy inching his way to a home-run. Which in this analogy would make him the former Catholic all-girls school attending, un-legs crossing cunt. His mind went on a different tangent as he remembered his previous mutterings of gender role reversal and how it happened once again.

It was at the next thought (how he had never had sumata before and #10 had indeed pulled his dick out to the open and firmly grasped his pole between her thighs, giving him a standing thigh job while the pair fought a duel of the tongue within Hanatarou's mouth) did he realize his mind wanders at truly the weirdest times.

To his complete surprise, Uzume pulled away first, a hand still stroking him while a string of saliva connected the two, "We can wrap this up after my massage, a'ight bro?" she whispered breathlessly and gave him a saucy wink, "Kinda doubt Takami will approve of meeting ya fer the first time with yer dick out," she continued with a grin and a laugh as Hanatarou hastily tucked in his boner within his jeans and up to his waist band, silently thanking his habit to wear belts even if the jeans or slacks are form-fitting.

The hot and bothered accountant sighed through clenched teeth before speaking, "I am going to have fun with you tonight," he murmured.

If it wasn't for their extremely short distance from each other, Uzume would've missed that. She did hear him though, and boy could she not help but grin like a fool. Momma's gettin' some toni~ght, whoop whoop! She thought gleefully as she took Hanatarou's former spot leaning against the wall, lighting rubbing her thighs together in anticipation. Her thoughts quickly went right down the figurative gutter as Hanatarou moved forward towards the Sekirei retrieval team, as they had apparently arrived during Uzume's current highlight of the day.

A slightly dull silver-haired woman in a standard office worker's outfit of a white button-up shirt with a tie, black slacks and shoes, with a lab coat left open over the ensemble asked who looked to be an assistant a succinct question to which she received an equally succinct answer. Nodding her acceptance she raised the pad she wielded to her chest and pointed toward the farthest corner of the building away from the helicopters, no doubt due to the noisy engines making the pick-up site a poor location for a conversation.

Once they both arrived at the corner, they stood a respectable distance from each other and studied one another. Hanatarou wasn't one to cheat but he was an objective man and he had to admit the woman in front of her was rather attractive in a no non-sense kind of way, with her sharp features, slender figure and silent aura demanding results. She fished a cigarette from her half-full pack within her breast pocket while the stoic stockbroker quickly procured a lighter from his jean pocket, summoning the flame and lighting the cancer stick for her. She lightly nodded her thanks, took a long drag and even offered one to the taller man in front of her, which he refused; he only ever smokes cigarettes when he's in his cups.

"I'm sure you know my name just as Matsu told me yours," he started in his business tone, "I'm also sure you have places to be, so I'll get right to it. What do you want?"

The smallest of smiles adorned Takami's face, "Straight to the point eh? Good," the smile vanished as she pressed on, "Why are you helping the Sekirei?"

"Partially because like any gentleman, I'm a sucker for damsels in distress but mainly due to my girls asking nicely to do this," he answered coolly.

"You like playing the nice guy for pussy? So you're one of billions of men, huh? Cut the crap, what are you really after?" Never let it be said Takami is afraid to speak her mind.

Hanatarou enjoyed a sensible chuckle before speaking, "Come now, just because I'm doing a good deed for no apparent reason does it mean I have a hidden motive," he said with a sparkle of amusement in his eyes.

Takami scoffed, "Please, you're a businessman. Businessmen are always after something," she sneered with a suspicious expression aimed at him.

The smile gracing Hanatarou's face went from genuine mirth to cold in a heartbeat, "Stating the obvious, are we Sahashi-san? Let me have a go! Bears shit in the woods, the pope is Catholic and my youngest sister is a shotacon loving freak," Despite the seriousness of the conversation, Takami couldn't keep a ghost of a smile off her face, "I can't deny you're right though, but quite frankly what I'm after is my business and my business alone. What I can tell you is I mean the Sekirei no harm, although they're fair game if they come after my girls or me."

Takami scowled at being refused her answer. She was however, experienced in matters of the world and felt well enough on her feeling that Hanatarou spoke the truth when he says he means no harm to the Sekirei. "...I'll keep in touch."

"Sahashi-san?"

"What?"

"You wouldn't happen to have spare ear pieces on any of those helicopters, would you?"

"...The troops' Chinook should have a few spares in case of malfunctioning equipment."

"Do you think you could let us have them, so Matsu can give live info on any unwinged Sekirei in danger to Uzume and Homura?"

The Sekirei Plan Director raised a hand to her right ear before speaking to someone on the line, "Bring down the spare ear pieces," she said and took her own ear piece off without waiting for confirmation, wordlessly offering it to the stoic Ashikabi. Hanatarou took the tiny ear bud and nodded his thanks, getting no response other than for the scientist to turn her back to him and walk towards her helicopter as a MBI trooper rappelled down with an oddly bulky case strapped to his back, considering the contents. The trooper paused in front of Takami who said something and thumbed behind her at Hanatarou. He nodded, jogged over to him as he unstrapped the case and roughly handed it over, as mute as his boss was at the end of their conversation. A prudent person when it comes to business, the cool accountant popped the side latches and viewed the contents, satisfied (and pleasantly surprised at the amount) with the dozen ear pieces encased within the case's cushiony interior.

"Nothing beats doing a good deed and gettin' paid. Now, let's see whether Matsu can get these on a more private frequency later?" He muttered absently to himself. He turned as Uzume approached, looking restless. "You never told me what you wanted for dinner?" he half-stated, half-asked his victorious Sekirei.

"You."

A short sigh is heard, "Should've seen that one coming. Also you're saying I'm dinner when I'm dessert, so what do you want for dinner?"

"Hoh? When I have dessert, it tends ta be a lot ta sate my 'sweet tooth', ya know what I mean?" She said, sighing the last part as she sidled up to her Ashikabi's side.

"Why, yes Uzume, I know exactly what you mean," he said in a low tone, catching her chin and lifting her face slowly to his as he said the next part, "Matter of fact, I think you should have dessert..." he dragged out the last few syllables, lips mere centimeters apart as #10 dared not move in hopes of Hanatarou initiating the kiss.

"...After your massage tonight!" He said loudly in an innocent tone, as he quickly pulled his face away, making Uzume cry out in disappointment.

With a pout she grumbled into his chest, pinching what piece of bare flesh she can reach, getting a muttered "ow" for each pinch.

The MBI choppers finally pulled away and set off towards their tower, quieting things around the rooftop at last. A voice emanated from the hand holding Uzume to him. The pair was surprised momentarily; Hanatarou snapped out of it first and put the ear piece on, hearing Takami's voice, "About time you put it on. There's a small switch that's surprisingly stubborn to flip for its size on the earbud. Hit it to talk and flick it back to mute," a tinny version of Takami's voice instructed.

With a nearly imperceptible click, Hanatarou unmuted the mike (which he assumes to be the 3-inch long cable jutting forward to his mouth from his ear. He wonders how powerful the mike is), "Test, te-"

"Yes, it works just fine. It's not as if I was just using it," the Sekirei Plan Director snarked subtly, causing the stockbroker to feel a little silly he didn't think of that. "These have an effective range of 50 kilometers, almost 70 if there're no obstructions at all, but this is a big city so of course there'll be obstructions. Matsu can change their frequency when she gets her thieving hands on them; make sure she does so. I don't want your chatter flooding our waves. Oh, and Sekirei are infertile until the end of the plan, so go buck wild. You'll tire a long time before they will," she said in a tone as if she was discussing the weather, pausing for that to sink in, "Anyways, have fun turning into a human raisin," a small but distinct click was heard; Hanatarou guessed it was the sound of Takami's mike muting. Numbly he removed the ear piece after silencing his own piece, wondering where the hell her cold professionalism went at the end, not to mention how much she had seen of his and #10's earlier exploits.

Uzume, despite her proximity, couldn't hear half the conversation (if you can call it that, Hanatarou only said a word and a half) and asked what that was about. Hanatarou, being the professional he is, knows how to make choice edits of the truth and told her Takami gave him some info on the ear pieces and instructions for Matsu to make their own frequency.

Nodding her acceptance, Uzume then mentioned she wanted cheeseburgers made by her own personal chef (AKA him). Hanatarou then asked if they could get back to his car at the park so they can store the unwieldy case and no longer deal with lugging it around. On the way to his car via Sekirei Direct Transit, Hanatarou made a mental note to start jogging on his treadmill. He then added a mental sticky to said note to get a treadmill.

-~Cue the 1960's Saturday morning cartoon music, it's a scene shift~-

"Uzume~, would you call Matsu?" Hanatarou's voice rang out from the kitchen.

"Here, Hana-tan. Is it dinner time already?" The Sekirei of Wisdom announced her presence as she strolled into the kitchen to see Hanatarou with a plate on each arm and a glass of lemonade in each hand.

"Yeah, and I've got something to discuss with the both of you," he informed #02, getting raised eyebrows in response.

Matsu made an affirmative noise in the back of her throat as she adjusted her glasses. Uzume poked her head into the kitchen's window and let out a long, exaggerated, "O~oh," with an upward inflection in the middle then took a moment to regain her breath and continued speaking, "Why so serious, h~m? Not that I mind seein' ya all business-like," she said with a wink.

"Well, I figured it was about time we discussed our game plan," he explained plainly.

Uzume and Matsu simultaneously blinked. Hanatarou nodded absently as he gathered his thoughts, as if dropping bombshells is a casual and natural thing for him to do.

"Well, don't just stand there, sit down and eat as I talk. I'll dig in when I'm done since this'll take a while; no need for all of us to go hungry while I flap my gums," he began as he moved to stand in front of the table after serving their plates, his Sekirei doing as he asked and enjoying the tender one pound cheeseburgers with bacon, grilled ham, avocado and their choice of greens on toasted pretzel buns, with crisp, golden-brown potato skins coated in a mild season blend and sweet 'n sour sauce on the side, to which he vouched for.

Hanatarou took the floor without further ado, "Uzume. Y'know that unspoken rule to tell your opponent your name and number?" #10 nodded as she continued to inhale her requested dinner, "Do you really care about it?"

With an audible swallow, the Veiled Sekirei responded, "Not really~? It's kind of a silly rule if ya think 'bout it."

The leader of the meeting nodded, "Good. Fuck that rule. So far the only front line we've got is you, and while you proved you can kick ass with the best of them today, I see little point in spoiling the element of surprise by shouting your name before you get the drop on any hostile. So I repeat. Fuck. That. Rule," he explained his reasoning, making sure to emphasize his last six words slightly, "If any Sekirei you fight end up giving you shit about it, there's two things you ought to know: One, the defeated have no need to hear the victor's reasons. Two, even if they do get riled up at what they'll see as blatant disrespect, good. The hotter their head gets, the bigger chance they'll make a mistake you can capitalize on," Hanatarou began to pace as he spoke, getting into the meeting, "Since it's just the three of us against another 106, not counting Ashikabis, we're going to fight dirty: Surprise attacks, hit and runs, taking hostages even, if things escalate so far. If either of you have a problem with that, speak up now or forever hold your silence," he paused as he made eye contact with each of his Sekirei, "I'm being serious here, if either of you even have the slightest problem with it, don't be afraid to call me out on it, I won't get angry. Hell, I'll be happy you did so!" he added.

When neither Wagtail spoke up, he pressed on, "Alright then. Next order of business. Us joining Homura as Guardians of the Unwinged. Besides you pretty ladies asking all nice-like, I have another more selfish reason for accepting-"

"Ooh, ooh, Matsu knows!" #02 interjected as she bounced in her seat and raised her hand as if she were a giddy student eager to answer a teacher's question. Hanatarou wordlessly pointed at Matsu to continue, "Is it so Hana-tan can pick what Sekirei he wings?"

"Huh, makes sense Matsu. That true, bro? Are we not woman enough to sate yer base desires?" Uzume added with a mock pout.

"Yes, that is exactly why Uzume is risking her life and I risk mine on the patrols I'll join her on, just so I can drown in alien pussy," he drawled with a voice dipped in every known form of sarcasm to man (and several known to monkeys!), "No!" he said loudly, getting a snicker from both girls, "No, my actual reasoning is to gain a reputation. If word gets out an Ashikabi is risking his neck for the Sekirei, even if they don't get winged by me, they'll at least respect my willingness to help them. Chances are as they bask in the orgasmic afterglow of whatever kind of wild, hip-slapping sex they have with their Ashikabi, they'll mention me off-handedly and if the Ashikabi is a good fellow he/she'll connect the dots that I'm the reason they get to have their very own absurdly beautiful alien they can kiss and fuck all they like. Shit like that can get me favours. And for my end-game, I'm going to need as many Sekirei backing me up as I can get, aside from going around and being the world's biggest hypocrite by forcibly winging Sekirei. Which leads me to Step 1 in my grand design, get our name out there in a good light. Any questions?"

Matsu took off her glasses before speaking, "What's Step 2 and the end-game?" A simple question, though those in the know would be aware the simple questions are often the hardest to answer.

Thankfully Hanatarou came prepared for that one: "One step at a time, Matsu though good on you to think ahead. It's not time for it anyway, so no point dragging the meeting longer for information you don't need yet. We'll cover that any time from two weeks to a week and a half at the latest before."

"I got one," Uzume spoke up, chin resting on the palms of her hands, dinner forgotten for now.

"Shoot."

"How long have ya been cookin' this up?" she asked as she rotated a wrist in his general direction.

The accountant once again turned tactician's brows furrowed slightly in confusion, "You mean dinner? I'd say just under an hour and a half, why?"

"No, yer plan," the Veiled Sekirei said after failing to cover up a snort of amusement.

A ghost of a smile appeared on Hanatarou's face, "Long enough," he answered succinctly.

Uzume and Matsu did a simultaneous dead-pan. Their Ashikabi noted they were getting good at that before #02 spoke up, "That doesn't really answer Uzu-tan's question."

"No, it does; you're just not accepting it as an answer," he countered. Both Sekirei paused as they let that sink in. Hanatarou had an idea where their thoughts were going to drift and adjusted his angle a bit, "Let me ask both of you a question: Say the Sekirei Plan ends. I don't mean someone wins, I mean it just ends and the three of us happen to be alive and well at the end of it. What would you want to do then?"

"A honeymoon to Acapulco and two kids would be a good start," Uzume answered quickly.

"Matsu is with Uzu-tan on the two kids, although Matsu would prefer her honeymoon to be at Germany," #02 gave her two cents with a single nod.

Hanatarou's eyebrows rose, "Did you girls do some research on where you wanted a vacation? And neither of you even asked my opinion about it?" If one were just listening on the conversation and unable to see the various expressions and nuances of the trio involved, one would guess Hanatarou was upset. His small smirk of amusement however, would discredit such a theory.

"Well du~h," Uzume drawled, borderline insolently, "What do we need yer opinion for when all we need ta do is ask ya all nice-like with a flutter of our pretty little eyelashes?" she said as she gave a demonstration of said eyelash fluttering.

"Yeah, Hana-tan would just give us what we want anyway. Uzu-tan and Matsu are way too beautiful for Hana-tan to even think of saying no," she said haughtily, visibly preening and throwing her twin braids back, forgetting her hair should be down for the desired effect of such a gesture.

With a champion's poker face, a figurative lightning bolt struck Hanatarou: They were right. He really did give them what they wanted and sure neither of them had particularly expensive tastes (Matsu's computer parts for upgrades notwithstanding, although Hanatarou knew a guy so the prices weren't that steep either), he sure caved in and made sure they weren't left wanting (with the exception of sex. Although that was going to change in a few hours, may Kami have mercy on his pelvis and genitals).

Making a mental note to reflect upon this at a later time, he chuckled and shrugged, unable to deny the truth. "Well, regardless of where you gals want to go for a lovely vacation, my point is, I want what you two want: I want us to stick together, live a long life and more importantly to have fun. Kami knows I did enough bullshit to warrant a break or two which leads me to my next point. I'm going to be giving my letter of resignation to my workplace tomorrow, timing it with my next pay period, which is in two weeks. As dreadful as it will be to have to spend every waking moment with the two most beautiful women known to Sekirei-kind, it has to be done," he said in mock-reluctance while Matsu made a show of crossing her legs in an effort to accent her luscious hips and thighs, which with her pseudo-cheongsam and how high the slit on each side of her went, made her show a delightful amount of skin, while a rosy pink hue coloured her cheeks. Uzume flicked her hair behind her imperiously while straightening her posture to one fitting an Empress (which was impressive in and of itself, as she was dressed in her standard absurdly tight jeans and pink and purple top with a star on it, plus her overall vibe of playfulness makes having such a regal aura nigh impossible to pull off), as if silently saying it was obvious who were the most beautiful Sekirei known to Sekirei-kind, "Kami forbid someone smart wings a Brain-type, does research on who else has a Brain-type," he silently pointed both thumbs at himself in a "This guy!" pose, grinning like a fool before continuing, "and has the wise idea that I should be, disposed of. So for practical reasons, fuck work. Man, what ever will I do with all that extra time?" Both Matsu and Uzume leaned forward while lightly rubbing their thighs together, the pair having a perfect idea who to do to pass the time. "Maybe I'll finally get to sit down and learn my latest Chopin piece?" he asked himself absently, making sure to be just loud enough to be heard. Both alien women were conflicted, as they loved hearing him play but would still want some personal time with their Ashikabi. "Or maybe I should dedicate to my stocks, to ensure the financial future of our children is secured?" Once again, neither super-powered woman knew what to say, as they were delighted he had no qualms with children, even going so far as to solidify the belief their kids wouldn't be left wanting, but still wishing to interject and say they'd like to get to the baby-making sooner rather than later.

Hanatarou however, couldn't hold in his laughter anymore and guffawed in a jolly manner, thoroughly enjoying his Sekireis' expressions, "O~oh, you girls should've seen the look on your faces!" with a short chortle he flicked a tear of mirth away from his eye, "Priceless!"

The girls' each had a different reaction: Uzume knew she was had and just laughed good-naturedly, seeing there wasn't much else she could do. Matsu was mildly upset, as was noted by her pout and whiffle-bat like blows she rained upon whatever part of Hanatarou she could strike, causing him to only laugh harder.

With a gradually weakening chuckle, he made to conclude the meeting, "Alright, alright, last order of business," Matsu kept her childish pout, crossing her arms and pointedly looking away while Uzume leaned her arm on the backrest of her chair while resting her head on her wrist, looking like an amused Cheshire. "We're going to need safe houses." #02 figured acting like a spoiled child rejected her request for candy wasn't exactly the best idea right now while #10 sobered up slightly. "On the chance our home is compromised, it would be prudent of us to prepare at least three areas scattered around the city to fall back to incase of extenuating circumstances. My first idea for one would be Izumo Maison, as Miya will undoubtedly be delighted with the return of her former tenant Uzume and two new ones in Matsu and myself. Which leaves two more places for us to find, buy, set up and fall back to if needed. Any suggestions?" he questioned, primarily aiming his inquiry towards the Sekirei of Wisdom.

"Matsu can do some research later Hana-tan. Matsu should have solid results by tomorrow afternoon," she informed him, although realistically it would probably have been done before she went to bed this evening, if it weren't for the great distraction Hanatarou and Uzume would present her with via her spy cameras scattered about their home.

"Well, alright then. Meeting adjourned ladies, we can finally dig in now," he said in relief, as he suddenly felt famished. He was hasty prepping his own burger, which was still reasonably warm due to being left on the stove, along with the two other patties for his Sekirei (a part of him found it absurdly captivating to watch two unbelievably beautiful women eat ridiculous amounts of food without their sizes changing a centimeter, never mind watching them eat large and greasy burgers. He blames his short stint in America for that last thought).

"Neh, Hanatarou?" Uzume asked, catching his attention as #10 wasn't one to use his full first name often.

It didn't take him long to figure what she was about to say, "Want to wait an hour after eating? I don't know about you Sekirei but I know humans sure aren't comfortable lying on their stomachs until at least half an hour after eating."

The Veiled Sekirei's eyebrows shot skyward, "What, yer gettin' a massage too?" she asked out of curiosity.

"No, thanks for offering though," Hanatarou quipped with a smirk momentarily before continuing, "I'm just saying the whole point of a massage is to relax; what I'm guessing of your physiology is based off my own race since we look so damn similar. If you're comfortable lying down right now, that's good to know but I was mainly suggesting an hour later so I'd have time to set the table up," he admitted in a mildly sheepish matter.

"Wait a minute, why is Uzu-tan getting a massage?! Matsu calls favouritism Hana-tan!" Matsu cried out.

Their Ashikabi sighed theatrically, "Oh Matsu… Your reward is I don't scold you over the hidden cameras in both bathrooms," he stated flatly, getting an "urk!" for his jab. "Come on Matsu, I might be somewhat of a pervert too but at least I have shame!"

"Shame?" The Sekirei of Wisdom put a finger to her lips and tilted her head slightly.

Hanatarou dead-panned, "The cute, confused look works when you're innocent." Uzume snorted in a failed attempt to hold in her laughter, earning a scowl from #02.

"Mou~ Hana-tan, Matsu is still 'innocent,' you kno~w?" The shameless pervert called out.

"I'm well aware. I'll be changing that today, if Uzume doesn't wear me out too much."

"Don't count on it, bro. I'mma ride ya until I'm all outta hundred yen coins!"

"Make it tomorrow then." He turns before continuing, "Also, a hundred yen coin ride? Really? That's all I am? I'd say I'm more of a mechanical bull, I'd at least try to buck you off, but definitely get you off! Heh."

An eyebrow is raised, "Wait, wait. Hana-tan's going to massage Uzu-tan, and then fuck her?" Curiously, it didn't quite sound like a question tone-wise but the sentence structure indicates an interrogative.

A short nod from Hana-tan, "Naturally. We all kind of built an absurd amount of sexual tension, y'know? I mean, the last couple of walks in the parks ended up with us engaging in a sexually charged sixty-nine. By the way, I am still sore from the orgasm denial, that shit hurts!"

"Wait, wait. You and Matsu have been sixty-nine-ing on your dates?! Why haven't we done anything yet!?"

An internal Urk! would be heard if one could read minds, "Well, we just kind of didn't? Not that the mood wasn't there, it just didn't go there. Although, that movie about the cat going on an adventure to Istanbul, the sixth in the series or whatever, we were so going to smash in the theater but then we noticed we weren't alone, remember? There was that one chubby guy asleep right in front of us, ducked down and all. Man, would that have been awkward, if you mounted me, he woke up and looked behind him to find the most glorious backside he's ever seen. Hell, he'd probably shove a finger or two up your ass while we went at it and you'd probably just think it was me and things would just escalate from there…"

A double dead-pan stare is aimed at him before #02 spoke up, a thoughtful glint in her eyes, "…Did you take that plot from that one Kon-K-"

"No! I read it, sure but…shut up!"

-~The tides shift, just like this scene~-

Uzume finished stripping and lied down on the new massage table, to wait for Hanatarou to return with the massage oils. She noticed there was a bag from the department store they came from a few hours ago lying next to the smaller, more traditional table and rose from her prone position, believing her Ashikabi to be on a wild goose chase. She instead chuckled, as she found the bag to contain some therapeutic candles. While rather corny in her opinion, she silently appreciated the lengths to which he goes for her.

Uzume lied back down again, and just in time as the door behind her opened to reveal Hanatarou in more comfortable apparel and hoisting a rather sizeable bag for what should just contain a few bottles of massage oil. He set the bag on his supply table, audibly cracked his hands, neck and shoulders, gaining a wince per pop from Uzume and turned around with a half-grin, "You ready for this?" he asked nonchalantly.

"Nah bro, I'm just naked and lying here 'cause I knew ya'd get an amazing view of my ass," she fired back teasingly.

"And boy did I! I'm not one to focus too much on the physical aspects of women but hot damn, as an ass-man, two thumbs wa~y up!" He said as he rummaged in the bag and brought out a jug that forced Uzume to face-palm hard.

"Ya just couldn't help yerself, could ya?" she asked as she stared with a dead-pan at the jug of fabric softener.

"Aw c'mon, you got to admit it was well timed at least," he said with a full grin this time.

The Veiled Sekirei begrudgingly admitted so with a nod. "Ya know, I find it kinda tough to imagine ya workin' in an office all serious like. Yer just such a fuckin' goofball, ya probably piss off yer boss all the time with yer bullshit," she idly said, laying the foundation for Hanatarou to converse.

"Actually, I tend to stick to myself at work. You'd be very surprised to know I am considered the quietest guy at the office," he informed his second Sekirei, "By the way, lavender or sakura petals?" He asked as he raised both bottles of scented oils.

"Sakura petals definitely. And I seriously doubt that!" she stated, calling bullshit on her Ashikabi's admissions of reclusive behaviour.

"No no, it's true. Ask Namikaze-san the next time you see him, he'll back me up on this. Heh, remember the time he came over with some big wigs for the World Cup game?" Hanatarou asked as he coated his hands in the sakura scented oils and poured a small amount on the small of Uzume's back (getting a slight shiver from her as he did so) so he can re-soak his hands somewhat mid-massage without pausing, "He approached me at lunch break the next day cracking jokes about me being an impostor. That was the most social he's ever seen me outside of work. Keep in mind, it's not that he thinks I can't talk; how else would I be so quick about smoothing things out with troublesome clients? It's just he finds I keep a real cold, professional attitude and that was the most open he's seen me, excluding the times we go out drinking or have dinner with big time clients," he rambled on, already working his magic along the shoulder blades, collarbone and neck of #10. Interestingly enough, when he got his hands on her Sekirei Crest, a hard and visible shudder racked Uzume's entire frame as she bit her lip hard to prevent from crying out; this was a futile effort as her Ashikabi would've had to been dead from the neck up for about two seconds to miss the full-bodied reaction she just had.

"No kiddin'?" Uzume gasped through the gap between her headrest, thoroughly enjoying the sensation of her Ashikabi's powerful hands; it seems he learned well from his younger sister.

"Yeah, you got to be charming at those kind of dinners, not to mention you got to do your research: You got to know what his hobbies are, got to appreciate the wife's 'eccentricities,' got to kiss ass subtly, shit like that," he paused in his rant as he noticed Uzume's attention was already long gone: Her eyes were half-lidded, the tiniest moans and sharp breaths were heard as he kneaded deeper into her muscles and joints, the utter relaxation he can feel spreading and sinking in as he shifted to her mid-back. He kept silent as he noticed #10's bone and muscle structure are pretty much identical to a human's, from what he can feel through his hands, also noting the springy yet very firm nature of the muscles. He thought upon what he knew of the Sekirei from Matsu's lectures and he found himself recalling the fact the Sekirei have avian ancestors. He wondered how exactly they came to have the appearance and genetic compatibility to interbreed with humanity, if what Matsu said about the previous Sekirei ships landing in past times and fusing with the local populace at the time is true, never mind the fact humans descended from monkeys. Many things didn't add up and he wished he knew what about this whole Sekirei Plan situation smelled so damn fishy.

He mentally shrugged and dismissed his wandering thoughts for now. It's not as if he'd find the answers in Uzume's delectably rotund ass (which he is currently kneading like fresh wads of dough). There is just not enough pieces of the puzzle available to figure things out at this moment in time, so no point sweating the details yet.

Hanatarou silently kept his pace and moved towards Uzume's thighs, noting the moisture leaking from her honeypot. Like all men interested in a woman to some degree, he was feeling rather proud of himself for making his partner feel so good, even if he hasn't needed to drop his shorts yet.

Hanatarou knew he couldn't just knead #10 supple skin forever, or else she'd fall asleep and he'd feel bad if he'd have to wake her up just to get his jollies off. He made quick work of her shins, but took a little longer with her feet, making sure to be intentionally ticklish so as to bring Uzume out of her sleepiness. It worked well enough, as he heard a stifled giggle as he worked between the toes. He also noticed her wiggle and rub her thighs together as he worked the palm of her feet and her big toe. Making sure to remember those details, he released her feet before asking, "Would you turn around so I can do the front?"

Hanatarou didn't get a verbal response but he was treated to a fascinating sight: Between Uzume's shoulder blades, right around the borders of her Sekirei Crest he got to see the Veiled Sekirei's power at work. Threads began to form, slowly at first then it picked up the pace exponentially and before long, an entire veil was formed. He was so enthralled at the casual creation out of nothing he didn't even notice the veil had wound its way around his waist.

The amateur masseur was lifted and traded spots with Uzume, as she took a few moments to test her freshly massaged body. She bounced on the balls of her feet, momentarily hypnotizing Hanatarou with the Mounds of Male's Bane (Legendary Breasts, +25 to sexual appeal, +20 Charisma. Effect: Draws an inordinate amount of staring) bouncing in a way no straight or bisexual man (bi and lesbian ladies included) can ignore. Uzume even went so far as to lift a leg straight upwards very quickly in a snappy show of flexibility. "Hot damn bro, I haven't felt this good since ya winged me!" she exclaimed in wonder. Uzume made a show of doing more stretches, from putting her ankle behind her neck to doing a split so easily it would put any ballerina, dancer and martial artist to shame. "I already knew this, but ya really got some magic hands, ya know?" arousal momentarily forgotten from both sides (it's nigh impossible to hide a boner in basketball shorts, something Hanatarou learned a long time ago which was why he wasn't bothering. Not like he could even if he wanted to, Uzume still had her veil keeping him seated and using his hands was a dead giveaway), #10 strode over to her Ashikabi and gave him a quick, yet passionate kiss, "Thank you," she said as she knelt down in front of him, slipping his shorts off as she went, "How 'bout I show ya how much I 'preciate ya, h~m?"

- ~When life gives you LEMONS, hint hint~-

"Not one to waste time, eh?" Hanatarou noted in a light tone, relaxing himself as much as possible when one was getting his knob kissed and licked.

"Why would, I? Ya ever heard, of sexual, frustration!?" She asked haltingly between more licks with no small amount of heat, mainly lustful but with an undeniable hint of steel. Apparently this was a big thing for her, who knew?

"Yeah, actually," this guy did. "I'm at a rate of less than one wank a month. Don't pretend I didn't notice the always clean smelling sheets, Matsu's grand online pilgrimage through everything smut related ever, and your closet in your lonely room. For the record, you're missing bloomers," by now Uzume was taking his shaft in her mouth, the flush of her face he saw and start of surprise he felt through the very tip made him chuckle lightly before continuing, "-a wedding dress, or any video game cosplay. Don't worry, I'm sure you'll make it up to me, as you're undoubtedly proving right now as I'll make it up to you, if you'd let me," he said with a gesture to the table.

An audible slurp then pop is heard, "Damn bro, ya snuck in my room? The fuck?" she said with her signature teasing grin; it didn't bother her in the slightest, she just decided to play along with Hanatatou's game. As she spoke, she moved to make their interpretation of Ouroboros, a yin-yang symbol, etc. with her on top while he braced his back on the table.

Apparently Hanatarou was hungry and had ceased conversation to sate his appetite. With a probing pair of fingers, he teased the immediate vicinity in the depths of her nectar-coated clam as his tongue teased her pink pearl's fleshy shell. Uzume gasped lightly and pressed herself against him harder. A muttered "oh fuck" was heard before she returned fire, taking his pole however she saw fit, from simply breathing on the tip (the way it would squirm slightly made her giggle. Matsu was the reason behind that somehow, she just knew it) to taking his shaft to the base, her hands busy rubbing gentle circles around his balls all the while. Soon, Uzume began to shudder and squeeze Hanatarou's head with her bountiful thighs. He redoubled his efforts with his fingers and, having unsheathed her delicate bud, vigourously assaulted it with his tongue. With a cry he felt more than heard, considering his fleshy earmuffs, she was brought over the edge. They both remained in the ninety-six for a few moments until Hanatarou slapped both asscheeks lightly, non-verbally signaling for her to get off.

A quick sweep of her meaty leg past his point of view as he licked the dew upon his lips, rising from the table all the while. Thankfully he had insisted on fruit salads for breakfast, so Uzume tasted really good. As he tongued off the moist mustache, #10 had gotten off him and he stood to position himself behind her. "Uzume," how Hanatarou said her name all serious-like temporarily drew the Veiled Sekirei out of her pink haze, "I know I can be a real ass sometimes but you always roll with my punches. I'm sorry I've neglected our needs and I'm going to make it up to us. You first naturally, although the way you tried to pop my head like bubble wrap with your thighs told me I succeeded already," he earned a peal of laughter as chuckled himself and began to trail his hands all around her rear, slowly climbing upwards as his voice gradually lowered in pitch and volume, "And there something-" he traced a circle around her navel, "-I don't tell you-" he enveloped as much of her breasts with both hands as physically possible, making sure to tweak her nipples for a silent moan and shudder, "-enough, and that is-" his fingers skated up her neck delicately and finally reached one of her cheeks and jaw. He leaned forward as he slightly pulled her upwards from her bent over position, lips at her ear. The words spoken were too soft to be heard beyond a yard away, despite the only background noise being each other's heavier than normal breathing. The reaction was as intense as it was sudden: Uzume's cheeks went fully ablaze, she turned towards her Ashikabi and snagged his jaw with one hand, his lips with her own while her other hand shot down to his length, aligned it with her entrance and pushed her hips back to rapidly take Hanatarou's full length within her.

As soon as this happened, it became the cause of three effects, not all of them grand but important in their own ways. Mostly unnoticed by both lovers, Uzume's purest of white wings had blossomed forth, which should go without saying. What the three effects are as follows: Uzume's wings, after appearing had curved inward, as if cocooning the pair of now rutting lovers which the lust-filled Ashikabi noticed. They had also grown in length and brightness, which Hanatarou also noticed but dismissed both quickly as being indoors in a smaller room with the curtains being thick and drawn forced the wings to curve inward as they did and allowed the light to appear brighter than usual. The third was the reason of the first two and would go for a while unnamed, then suspected, researched followed by discovered and finally enacted again ten times. But that last effect isn't meant to be written about yet, so on with the show!

Right out the gates, Hanatarou was anything but gentle with his thrusts or ministrations. The adventurous nature of both of his hands, shlong and mouth were thorough and he made sure to back-track in order to test for a certain reaction, be it a louder moan, a shudder or a deep gasp for air from his lover. To her credit, Uzume did her best to give back, with wandering hands of her own, tracing the lean lines and contours around her Ashikabi's chest and belly. Hanatarou was putting his multi-tasking skill to excellent use, from kissing his way up Uzume's neck and around her jawline as a hand worked over a breast at a time, drawing lazy circles of varying sizes or tweaking a nipple as if he was adjusting an old radio to rid the static from the music. His other hand worked Uzume's sopping cunt, making sure to avoid her hyper sensitive bead for now, figuring running with the needle fully in the red right at the start is just too much, even for him.

God damn, her voice is ambrosia for the ears, Hanatarou thought through his amour-fogged mind as he abandoned her bountiful breasts to lift a leg, placing her shin at his shoulder as he bent his knees slightly to change his angle upwards. The repeated muttering of "Oh fuck!" and "So good!" plus the swaying of her head indicated #10's approval. At this point both lovers were drenched in sweat and try as he might, Uzume's slick and tight grip was going to bring him to the end of his rope soon, as was evidenced by his stuttering thrusts and patched, ragged breathing.

He grabbed the other leg and lifted Uzume fully off the ground and pressed her flush against his chest. In a weird moment of synchronization, she spun around to meet him face to face, ankles locked at the small of his back. Hanatarou rushed to the wall to use it as leverage and after locking lips once again, then he really let her have it. Wordless wails and squeals from the Veiled Sekirei spurned his efforts, as his hands were borderline attacking her ass and clit.

"I-I'm cummin'!" Uzume cried out in a deceptively quiet volume. With a wordless grunt, Hanatarou buried his face in the crook of her neck and sheathed himself fully as they both exploded with their respective climaxes.

Uzume wore the silliest, wobbly grin on her face as drool leaked from an edge of her lips as Hanatarou found himself weak in the knees and heaving for air from how hard he came. He slowly lowered them both to the floor and laid back, wrapping his arms around Uzume and got to work on catching his breath. The Sekirei stamina won out in the end and #10 recovered damn quick, sitting up on her lover and in an agonizingly slow pace, she began gyrating her hips. Her side-tail had at some point became undone, giving her hair an uneven and messy, yet far from unattractive look. The completely lust-filled gaze she aimed at him along with her difference in hairstyle stirred Hanatarou for another round. The silent begging for more from Uzume would not go unanswered, although he still found his legs a little shaky.

He refused to let that stop him though, and Hanatarou made to rise but found a pair of veils enveloping his arms and gently yet firmly pushing him down. It appears his tomboyish goddess would deign to service him this time as she took to riding him, her masterfully sculpted navel undulating much like one of her veils when raised at the ready, or a gentle ocean current striking upon a beach. Not one to just lie back and do nothing, he braced his feet on the wall in order to at least thrust back as his hands found the utterly captivating mounds of bouncing flesh, much to Uzume's vocal approval.

It was truly like a wet dream borne into reality: Uzume's hip work put bellydancers to shame, a hand hidden from his view but undeniably working, if the gentle caress he could feel on his nuts were anything to go by. Even with his hands working them over, Uzume's breasts still had a hypnotic bounce to them. In entirety, what really captured his attention and fired him up more than anything before was her face. A full-faced blush and unshaking eye contact was made; both were so utterly enraptured with each other it would unnerve the common populace were they in public and not trying to shatter each other's pelvises. It was in this moment he fully saw how stupidly lucky he was, and the karmic backlash he'd suffer in his next five lives would be so fucking worth it.

Hanatarou's legs finally recovered and he made to rise again, this time stopped by a hand instead of veils, "Uh-uh, lover. Yer mine now," she cooed breathily, as she braced herself on his chest with both hands, leaned forward and made like a piston and moved her hips fiercely.

It was the most lovely kind of torture for Hanatarou, who always believed in giving back when he found any benefit in something or he'd feel unworthy, "Dammit Uzume, let me up!" he said through gritted teeth.

"H~mm, why? So ya can pound my cunt like a jackhammer?" She asked coyly as she.

"And until your eyes cross, your toes bend and your knees give out. Now, let-me-up!" he half-shouted, accenting the last three syllables by making a bridge* while bracing himself using the wall once again and his neck muscles.

"Ah-ahn!" Uzume moaned throatily, distracted long enough for her Ashikabi to turn the tables. He reversed their positions, grabbed Uzume's ankles and placed them level with her head as he angled himself coming into her from above, exploring fronts yet ventured.

Uzume's eyes narrowed at him after coming down from the burst of pleasure, "You-" her words were lost to the world as her mouth was occupied by an assaulting tongue. Any indignation she felt at being denied the chance to pleasure her lover evaporated as she embraced the loving she was given. Her back was braced to the floor and had her hips assaulted from above with unique thrusts: Hanatarou would slide inward rapidly and pull out ever so slowly, finding a way to tease her even while going balls deep. Hanatarou broke the kiss and raised one of her feet to his mouth, teasing the pads of each of her toes with his teeth and licking in between, to her utter and surprised delight.

Once again, the pressure build-up was reaching critical capacity on both ends. Hanatarou gently raised Uzume to her feet, bent her over and assailed her from behind as a hand decided it was time to once again work her lovely bead, drawing lazy circles and flicking it with gentle fingers while the other hand was grasping as much of her voluminous rear as possible, kissing all the while. Soon, he broke the kiss for a massive gasp for air and to say, "Uzume, I'm almost-"

"Me too. Give it to me!" Her voice was a siren's song he couldn't deny even if he tried. He practically slammed their hips together as fast as he could, resisting to the end and Uzume let out a warbling wail, crying out her passion to the world with utter abandon as she climaxed harder than before. Uzume's release chained into Hanatarou's own, and when he came down from his pleasure high he found Uzume still bent over, valiantly attempting but failing to suppress powerful shudders coursing throughout her entire bodice and a love bite he didn't remember making at the nape of her neck, right above her Sekirei Crest. The couple found their entire bodies shaking as the sheer ecstasy overloaded each other's senses.

"Ho~oly shit. That wa-that was somethin'," Uzume gasped out, eloquently explaining the rapture that just surged through their bodies. Hanatarou, to his credit, basically went through the sexual ringer and found himself unable to move, aside from rolling off of Uzume, collapsing on the floor and his chest heaving in an attempt to gather his breath. As he was incapacitated Uzume fingered the bite he left on her and leaned down to snuggle, pressed her lips to the side of his neck and gave him a massive hickey, which he accepted without complaint (although considering his still mostly whited-out mental facilities, he probably just didn't notice).

"Sure was, huh? Makes me wonder why the hell I held out." He got out after a short while, still pressed for air.

"Right? Yer usually a smart guy but ya gotta admit that was stupid."

"No doubt."

"Like, maybe it's a human thing, I dunno but that was maybe the dumbest thing ya've done."

"E~eh... there was that one time I was dared to do a handstand on an oil drum."

"Seriously?! And you fell on your face tryin', didn't ya?"

"No, no I did a perfect handstand. It was when it started rolling down the hill it was on that shit hit the fan."

Uzume turned on her side to face him, enraptured by the story, "Holy crap!"

He chuckled before continuing, "Yeah, that's what I thought. I jumped ship early, before momentum could really kick in and rolled down the hill myself. Got enough gravel embedded in my arms to be considered stoned, heh. Thankfully it happened when I was eight, plus only a few stones managed to cut into me so no scars but damned if it didn't hurt like hell. I couldn't walk straight for like five minutes as my older brother and our shared pals laughed their asses off," he finished with a nostalgic smile.

They both basked in silence for a few moments but were interrupted by Uzume's venturing hand, "Uzume..." Hanatarou groaned wearily.

She winked saucily at him, "Oh, don't act like ya don't wanna go again."

He rose to his knees and spread Uzume's legs himself, "Are you kidding? I busted an entire nut each shot! I mean look at this!" His thumbs spread her opening as his essence oozed out of her freely, "That is a lot of spunk. There's no way I can shoot another..." he faltered as he noticed Uzume's raised eyebrow, "What?"

She took on the most amused version of an "Are you serious?" face she can manage and pointedly looked down at her Ashikabi's crotch. He followed her gaze to see Capt. B. Helmut standing at attention, his exhaustion be damned. Hanatarou actually blushed lightly and turned away in embarrassment. "Alright, so I might have three testicles like Dr. Evil. So what?!"

A peal of laughter emits from Uzume as she just grabs her lover's chin and brought him down so they can wrap themselves in each other's embrace once again.

-~Ya make LEMONADE, another not so subtle hint~-

Hanatarou silently tucked Uzume into bed and let out an amused puff of air as she immediately reached out for him despite her deep slumber. He realized his mistake almost too late, barely managing to lean away from her grasp. He mouthed a choice curse in surprise as he backed away then made to go fetch Matsu for bed as #10 began to stir restlessly. As he approached their shared workroom, he heard moans and grunts that sounded eerily familiar...

Abandoning all pretenses of stealth, he all but burst the door open to find Matsu masturbating heavily to a recording of his and Uzume's multiple rounds of steamy sex. "Wow, with a little editing, more camera angles and some music and we'll have an amateur porn site in the making," he stated.

"Does Hana-tan want to start one? Matsu, nnh, has more angles already," and sure enough, she cycled through five other camera angles without use of her hands, seeing as they were busy at the moment.

"I wasn't serious," he stated slowly, then he started to think about it, "But it would sell because you and Uzume are goddesses given flesh. Eugh, but that would make me feel like I'm whoring you both out. Besides, the more important thing is whether or not you'd be ok with that!" he said, unusually animated considering his delightful exhaustion.

Matsu turned to face him with both eyebrows raised, the confrontation she planned delayed in light of Hanatarou's views on the current matter, "Hana-tan is alright with being a porn star? Really? Matsu...did not expect that."

Hanatarou shrugged nonchalantly, "Well, if I'm going to temporarily retire at 24, might as well have fun doing it, right? Especially now that I'm putting out and as long as you two consent, why not? We'll have a blast and you and Uzume will gain a fan club which I'll find hilarious," he finished with a short chortle.

At some point before he stopped talking, Matsu had apparently led him to what was previously her seat, sat him down and straddled him. It was after the little easy-going snicker did he notice the velvety softness of Matsu's legs coiling around his. He looked up to view her face and was struck with a moment of clarity. As soon as #02's mouth opened, presumably to begin to chew out her Ashikabi, her mouth was suddenly preoccupied defending itself from an aggressive invader. Against all Sekirei logic, Matsu tried to pull away and scold Hanatarou. He was, however, quite talented at reading people and was no stranger to coming up with the right words on the spot, "You're pretty upset at me, huh?" he said more than asked in a low tone, rubbing small comforting circles between her shoulder blades and left thigh, burrowing his nose into the crook of his first Sekirei's neck.

"Matsu wonders whatever gave you that idea," she said in a caustic manner, even if she was already losing heart in her anger due to his gentle ministrations.

He nodded into her neck, tickling her collarbone with the stubble he would shave off in the morning, "Yeah. I expected as much," he said, trailing off then sighing. He leaned into the chair and captivating Matsu's chin, capturing her eyes with his own, "Give me two days. You'll get the same treatment, dinner request, full-body massage and all. Sorry you weren't first, despite how worthless these words must sound to you."

"You love her, don't you?" #02 interjected softly, her glasses resting on her head, signifying the trigger for the speech mannerism change.

To his credit, Hanatarou didn't hesitate when he nodded, "Sure do. Love you too, although if you're expecting me to lie and say just as much as her, well sorry to disappoint. This isn't some VN where I can get away with such a wishy-washy response. This is real life and not just fantasy, although I am most certainly not caught in a landslide."

"And there is no escape from reality. But that's ok, because I will open your eyes and make you see," were the whispered words Matsu emitted before the pair made out for a couple minutes. As Hanatarou made to stand, an arm wrapped around #02's waist so she wouldn't fall, a hand upon his chest ceased his rise. "Matsu won't be satisfied with just breaking even, you know? If Uzu-tan gets one up on Matsu, Matsu will never live it do~wn!" she moaned with a pout, the glasses having dropped back down and somehow settled on her face hands-free, albeit a tad off-center.

Hanatarou hesitated then shrugged helplessly, "Give me 'till tomorrow, I'll have something concrete then. If you get an idea though, feel free to pitch it. Considering your e-porn collection, maybe heading out for a few hard copies will be up your alley?"

Matsu scoffed while allowing Hanatarou to stand while still carrying her, "Screw that. Matsu would rather have her books scanned. Less paper to burn plus the redrawers at least touch up the censorship digitally, never mind the few books that get," the Sekirei of Wisdom leaned forward to whisper the last word, "uncensored."

Hanatarou's eyebrows raised, "And here I am offering you raws to set up for scans and you're saying no? Well shit, don't say I-"

He was cut off by a pair of hands suddenly slapping over his mouth, the force of which actually staggered him somewhat, "W-well Matsu isn't entirely against the idea of a few books. Just a few though!" Matsu quickly corrected, putting on a tsun act.

Hanatarou rolled his eyes, "D-don't misunderstand, I'm only accepting because you offered to pay, not because it'll be... a gift from you..." he continued the act, even doing the avoiding of eye contact and nervous shuffling typical of a tsundere in this situation, "...Or something like that?"

Matsu smiled beatifically, "Hana-tan knows Matsu's shenanigans already."

He snorted as he used #02's rear to push the door to his bedroom open, quieting his voice so as to not disturb Uzume's fitful slumber, "Thank Kami our shenanigans are cheeky and fun."

"And not cruel and tragic?"

At this point Hanatarou was already laying them both on the bed, Matsu apparently perfectly fine with hanging half-on, half-off his right side. He idly wondered how she could do so comfortably with her massive mammary mounds being squished by his chest and her mild weight, like isn't that kind of painful? "Which would make th-" a yawn interrupted him, "-them not shemamiguns. At a-all. Oh fuck it," he gave up finishing the reference and just let his head drop upon his pillow, fast asleep in seconds. Uzume subconsciously and near immediately reacted to his presence, captured his left arm and wedged it between her bosom and thighs. Her previously troubled face went serene in no time and her breathing deepened to match her sleep. Matsu wasted little time following suit, taking a moment before blessed unconsciousness took her to notice the hickey Uzume gave their Ashikabi, thinking she'd give him three of her own after she rode him to oblivion.

*: Ever seen Wii Fit Trainer in Sm4sh? Think of her down-tilt and you sorta get the idea.

A/N: Yeah. I'm a smut peddler now. I don't know how to feel about that. Not dead, surprise, surprise. Still could use an editor, as my pace is horrendously slow due to me trying to be objective with my mediocre writing; I can only imagine how you, my few faithful readers feel about my writing speed. I'm writing a little faster at least? Maybe hanging out with my niece is better inspiration for me than I thought? Well, what do you fucks care, not like most readers bother reading these anyway. Decided to cut Kaie, figuring five is plenty for end-game. I'll close the poll the next time I remember to care. Also, for you guys that are frustrated with my pace but don't care enough to step up and help me edit my shit, I'm thinkin' of doin' a teaser section for the next chapter at the end, just so you fellas can get a taste of what's to come at least. Let me know what you guys think about the teaser idea in a review (as long as you criticize me somehow, or just say good job, that's nice too) or a PM (if you don't got anything constructive to say. Flames go here preferably). Well, enough from me. B. Suarez, signin' out.