Thank once again to my lovely Beta Ikrani
Samantha S. dracul: Thank you for you continued support I'm glad your enjoying the story. The kiss will be continued at some point, and Kazehana is my favorite of Minato's flock.
Blazes207: I'm glad you are enjoying the story, however Minato already has his flock planned out. I also cannot add Yume because she is still dead like in Cannon and Miya is unwingable.
Now with any more delay here is chapter 8
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"Mistress, " Akitsu says, pulling me from my stunned state.
'That kiss from Matsu unexpected,' I think to myself as I look up to see that the elevator doors had opened. I step back and gesture for Haruhime and Akitsu to exit.
Once outside, I turn to my left, where my purple 1989 Nissan Sukairain is parked and swiftly get in. Once the other two are situated, I pull out of the parking space.
"Ummm... Mistress?"
"Yes, Akitsu-chan?"
"My sister is not in the car." At first my mind can't comprehend Akitsu's meaning. Why would Haruhime not be in the car? She got in, didn't she? I quickly turn and look at the back seat, where she objectively is not.
Panic sets in. Anxiety, too. Frantically, I look in all directions outside the car, and that's when I notice her, still on the curb in front of the elevator. She was just standing there, unmoving, her head down and twiddling her fingers. I quickly put the car in reverse and pull up next to her.
As I roll down the window I ask, "Are you okay, Haru-chan?" She doesn't answer. "Haru-chan, are you okay?"
When she doesn't answer again, I get out of the car and walk around it so I'm standing in front of her. I grab her chin and lift her head, staring into her big, beautiful, icy-blue eyes. "Haru-chan, what's wrong?"
Her gaze shifts downwards as she mumbles something in a very hushed tone. "Haru-chan, l couldn't hear you. Can you speak louder?" Once again she mumbles something. "Haru-chan?"
Haruhime's gaze then laser-focuses on mine, her face heavily blushing. "KISS ME LIKE THAT!"
There is no small amount of jealously in her words, as her gaze drops back to her feet. I had to admit this shy side of her was sweet and charming. How could I say no to that face? I slowly move my head closer and press my lips against hers.
As my lips meet hers I feel a moment of pure ecstasy wash over me. The feeling of her soft lips against mine is enough to make me shiver. Despite my eyes being closed, I can easily see the light from her wings Illuminating the dimly-lit parking garage. I push my tongue into her mouth and start wiggling it around.
"Shirayuki-san! I hardly think that is appropriate."
I break away from Haruhime and turn towards the voice. The person in question was getting out of their car, on the left side of the elevator. "The parking garage is not the place to have a make out session with your girlfriend. And what were those strange lights?"
"Hello, Akashiya-san," I say, quickly bowing my head. "I'm sorry, I didn't think anyone would see me."
She's my next-door neighbor, or rather former next-door neighbor. She lives in the apartment next to my old one. She's an older lady; if I had to guess her age, she's probably somewhere in her fifties. Despite her age, she's in good shape. The only real indication of her age is her pinkish hair, already turning silver.
"You never know who is watching. Be more mindful of things, Shirayuki-san. Now I heard from Tendo-san across the hall that you moved into the penthouse. "
How did she know that? She and Tendo were always so nosey. "Akashiya-san, it was nice talking to you, I guess, but I really must get going." I hurriedly get into the car before she says anything else.
I look back to make sure Haruhime was in the car this time and to my relief she is.. As we drive towards the entrance to the garage, I say, "I'm sorry, Haru-chan. I wasn't expecting someone to interrupt us."
'It-It's okay. It felt wonderful," she replies, gaining back her normal composure. "And who was that lady, anyway?"
"Akashiya-san, she is my next-door… former next-door neighbor. She lived in the apartment next to mine. I wanted to get away from her because she is incredibly nosey, I'm pretty sure she saw your wings. The Sekirei Plan is supposed to be a secret; I didn't want her asking questions."
As I finish saying that I pull out of the parking garage, the sun stinging my eyes. I reach up and pull down the sun visor, seeing Akitsu's concern in the mirror. "What is it, Akitsu-chan?"
"Mistress, do you have idea where to start looking?"
"No I don't, but they said on the news report that it was the Shinjuku Station 7-Eleven and that's a few blocks from here." I turn onto the road that goes straight through Shinjuku chūō kōen.
"Haru-chan, are you really fine with our kiss being interrupted?"
"I don't mind, it was still nice!"
I turn right out of Central Park heading south towards the Shinjuku station. I continue down that road a bit until I reach a stoplight. I look at the red traffic light hanging above. "Really?" I groan. "I don't need this right now."
Cars are whizzing past on the crossing road. I can almost hear the seconds tick by, each one another that could cost 57 dearly. I look back up at the light which was still red. What is it about stop lights that always seem to go longer when you're in a hurry? "Come on, turn blue!".
When the light finally turns blue, I'm about to speed off when suddenly, something hits the roof of the car. A Sekirei perhaps? Maybe her? Then suddenly she appears in front of me, sprinting down the middle of the road.
The Sekirei that I came to search for. She was right there!
It's almost immediately after that that I hear the sound of a revving engine. I look in my rearview mirror to see a motorcycle weaving in and out of traffic and it's coming up fast. The maniac's completely ignoring the speed limit.
As it flies past me I take note of the people on it. The one driving was a man who is wearing a black leather jacket, and a helmet. His passenger appeared to be a girl with golden blonde locks and dark skin, a lot of that skin revealed by her outfit. I can't tell much more than that as the motorcycle zooms by me.
Judging by the appearance of the girl on the back, her exotic beauty made it very apparent that she was a tourist or a Sekirei, the latter being the most likely. If she was indeed a Sekirei, that would mean the person on the motorcycle was her Ashikabi.
If I want to ensure that Number 57 didn't get someone abusive, then I would have to follow the mysterious Ashikabi on the motorcycle. Spurred by the angry horn from behind me, I shift the car into gear and say, "Hold on, girls."
I speed after the motorcycle. I can still see it, about three cars ahead of me. I can't risk weaving, so all I can do is tailgate and hope. It soon makes a sharp turn to the right. I follow and skid around the corner just in time to see the motorcycle turn into an alleyway.
I pull up and nearly give myself whiplash from how hard I brake, parking illegally next to the alley mouth. I leap out of the car and sprint down the alley. Due to the angle of the sun, there isn't much shadow for her to use, not even a dumpster to hide in.
The mysterious Ashikabi stands before 57. Next to him is the dark-skinned Sekirei. Looking up on top of the buildings, there are four other girls who I imagine are the rest of the guy's Sekirei, since none of them are fighting. I can't get the best look at them because they barely lean past the edge, but one of them looks to be dark-skinned like the blond girl, and the other three had lighter skin.
So, this isn't Fifty-Seven's Ashikabi. I've heard of people like him, and situations like this. It seems he's trying to corner her and claim her for himself. I'm about to speak up and ask if the pair had any sort of reaction to each other, when the dark skinned girl from above yells, "Hey Nishi, we've got company!"
This prompts the man and the blonde girl to turn towards me, giving me a better look at them. Just like I had seen on the motorcycle, the guy has on a leather jacket with no shirt, black jeans held up with a skull buckle, and around his neck are a pair of goggles. He had removed his helmet, revealing somewhat messy black hair and extremely dark brown eyes that were almost black. He looks like the member of a street gang, and one of the crazier ones from how he drove.
The blonde one was definitely a very rare and exotic beauty. She has short golden hair, sea blue eyes and a hazelnut complexion. She wore a bikini top with two golden stars over the chest, paired with incredibly tight black booty shorts. Around her waist was a ribbon, tied loosely. The look was completed by long black gloves and high-heeled black boots that went halfway up her thighs. I'm almost positive that this was Number 48.
The girl looks at her Ashikabi. "Do you want me to attack them, Nishi?"
'West?' I think to myself. His eyes are moving up and down our bodies, both my Sekirei and me. 'This guy's name is seriously West? No, it has to be a nickname.' I start to feel a little uncomfortable, as he eyes me like an expensive cut of meat.
"My my, aren't you three lovely! Beauty like that says the three of you are Sekirei, but where's your Ashikabi?"
His words catch me off guard. Did he just call me a Sekirei? How would that even be possible? I'm not beautiful enough to be a Sekirei, so why did he think I was one? Why did he thi-
"Mistress, your orders?"
Akitsu's words bring me out of my thoughts. I look up to see that #57 was still here watching the situation go on. I turn to Akitsu, then back to #57. "Well, Akitsu-chan, it looks like we have to fight this pervert in order to save Fifty-Seven! And for the record West-san, I am the Ashikabi."
"Of course, Mistress." Akitsu turns to look at 48 and leans into a more flexed, combative stance. "I'm Number Seven, Akitsu."
48 nods, which is my signal to back against the bricks for what's about to unfold. "I'm Number Forty-Eight, Kujika."
They waste no time. Kujika charges at Akitsu, who quickly throws up an Ice wall to block the attack. A thud is heard, which is presumably 48 hitting the wall. After a moment the ice starts to crack, forming a web-like pattern. Then suddenly the whole wall shatters and Kujika comes flying through the air.
She looks like she's going for a kick. Was she a fist-type or a foot-type? I'm wracking my brain to recall, while Akitsu just ducks the kick. Kujika flies past and smashes into the ground, creating a small crater. Akitsu whirls and tries to send an ice spike up from the center of the crater, but Kujika easily backflips out of the way before pivoting on her heels and charging in with a punch.
One of the girls on the roof jumps down in front of Nishi. "Don't hog all of the fun, Kujika. I'm craving to get a little action myself."
The girl has dark eyes and long black hair tied back into a pony-tail. Long bangs framing her face . Her all black clothing consists of a small bikini top, a pair of leather heels, and black pants with one leg that was much shorter than the other one. A black ribbon, tied around her waist, which flowed loosely . She was wearing gloves, one was just a standard glove that stops at her wrist. The other one went all the way up her arm stopping halfway up her bicep, and was covered in skulls. I recognized this girl as Number 17.
With Akitsu busy with 48, Haru-chan steps forward to deal with her. She pulls out her tessen and puts one up, pointing it directly at Number 17. "I'm Number 25, Haruhime. Prepare yourself; I won't hold back! "
17 then pulls out her weapon of choice: fishing wire. "17, Yūna. I will enjoy cutting you to pieces."
She charges at Haruhime, hoping to ensnare her in the wire, but Haruhime dodges with little effort. Not fast enough, though, as 17 grabs Haruhime's wrist with the wire, cutting into her soft flesh. She lets out a yelp of pain and drops one of her tessen, which 17 quickly kicks away.
Akitsu and 48 had moved their battle to the street outside the alleyway, a little too close to my car for comfort. Akitsu's throwing everything she has at 48, who is handily dodging it all. However, Akitsu seems to have her on the defensive. Akitsu is currently firing a volley of icicles at the fist type Sekirei, but she is skillfully moving out of the way of them all.
Haruhime was having a bit of a problem though. Unlike her sister, she is on the defensive. With only one of her tessen she was still able to block the wire pretty easily. 17 lashes out at her with the wire, but Haruhime quickly closes her tessen and puts it in the way, causing the wire to wrap around the closed metal fan.
Haruhime pulls with all of her might, causing 17 to fall forward. She then does a front aerial flip, twisting in mid-air and landing straight on the back of 17, who starts yelling at Haruhime to get the hell off. Haruhime puts her free hand to the back of her opponent's neck. "Tessen of my pledge, slice through the turmoil of my Ashikabi."
"Yūna!" Nishi yells, rushing over to 17 as her body goes limp. "Get off of her!"
Haruhime does just that as Nishi leans over her lifeless body. He flips her onto her back and pulls her close. "Yūna, no!" He says as tears pour down his cheeks, signifying that he was genuinely hurt by the defeat of Yūna. "Damn it! First Hatae and now Yūna."
He gets up as he turns to me and Haruhime." Why?! How could you take Yūna from me?"
"I'm sorry," Haruhime says, putting her hand onto Nishi's shoulder.
"Get off me!" Sanada yells, pushing her away.
Haruhime hangs her head. "You really cared for her didn't you? I know it probably doesn't mean much coming from me, but she was a very worthy opponent."
I turn back to look at Akitsu who was still fighting Kujika. She had finally managed to capture Kujika by encasing her up to her torso in ice. The only thing not covered in ice was her head and shoulders. The fist type Sekirei trying her best to get out of the ice, but to no avail. Akitsu slowly shuffles over towards her, presumably to deactivate her, much like her sister had done to Yūna.
"Akitsu!" I yell, startling her. "The fight is over. Come here, and free Kujika from the ice."
"Yes, Mistress," she says, looking back at the ice-covered Sekirei. After a moment the ice shatters, freeing her.
"Nishi, I'm sorry that my Sekirei had to eliminate one of yours and I know it hurts. Your loss may be great, and I know Yūna was important to you. I have three Sekirei myself, and I don't know what I would do if I lost them. However, I promise you I will not take any more of your Sekirei from you."
"You got that right!" Nishi yells holding his fist up at me. "I'm not gonna forget this!"
The alleyway suddenly gets a little bit darker, I look up to see the sun being covered by a cloud. Then pitch black. Then, suddenly I'm down the street, my car a good thirty meters away. I look around and right into a pair of extremely beautiful midnight purple eyes. I find myself staring straight into the eyes of Number 57.
"It's you," she whispers, almost reverently. "You're finally in reach. I watched you while you worked as an adjuster. You always treated us Sekirei like people, when most of the others saw us as nothing but test subjects. I secretly wished I could have an adjuster like you, but Minaka put me with someone else."
Unable to draw my gaze from her eyes, I simply nod as I listen to her tale.
"I got worried," she says, clutching her shoulder, as if she was shielding her chest. "I was afraid I would get an Ashikabi like the adjusters: someone who'd only see me as a means to an end, only Number 57, not Yahan. I ran away from MBI; I just couldn't take it any more. But while on the run I started thinking about you and that made me realize something: you are my Ashikabi. So please allow me, Number 57 Yahan to become your Sekirei."
I try to speak but she pulls me in for a kiss. I suppose she was pretty confident in her choice.