It appears that we have another chapter of the summer done. This was written right before the summer of 2020. We took a look at the song from Blaze.
Back then, Issei's Adventures and Pillar Winged had just started to be written out. Oh, those days.
Suppose I could tell the guy back then what happened and what he would see. I don't know how he would react.
We were in the summer of love, with me locked up at home. Mum nagged my ass off, so I spent it at Dad's place.
Started on 14/06/2020
Ended on 20/06/2020.
No more tears, no more tears
If we live for a hundred years
Amigos no more tears
Ichika walked through Shinto-Teito, the city once known as Tokyo. The hot weather, though, was a welcome change from the unbearable heat of just a few days prior.
Abandoning his school uniform for a more comfortable shirt and shorts, he had a clear sense of both his immediate objectives and the places he wished to explore.
Upon leaving the train station, he opted for a cap over a sunhat, a decision driven by practicality rather than style.
His phone held the digital key to his next destination: Maison Izumo.
Pinned on his map, the address was a beacon guiding him through the unfamiliar streets. The rising sun promised a sweltering day, urging him to reach Shinto-Teito before it reached its zenith. Although the area was unfamiliar, its proximity to the station was a relief.
Minato, his informant, had painted a vivid picture of Maison Izumo. Nestled in a quiet neighborhood untouched by the bustle of cars, it sounded like an oasis in the urban sprawl.
The suitcase rolled smoothly behind Ichika, a small but appreciated convenience on his journey. He harbored hopes that Minato might have left some clothes behind, yet he was prepared with his wardrobe.
A backpack laden with school materials and summer assignments rested on his shoulders. Ichika planned to tackle the homework during his stay, interspersing academic rigor with physical training. Minato had mentioned that a couple of Sekirei, including Musubi, were keen on sparring.
They had been warned to go easy on him, a detail that both amused and intrigued Ichika.
Finding Maison Izumo proved straightforward. The place exuded a welcoming simplicity, enclosed by walls that promised both privacy and tranquility. With the morning still young and the streets quiet, he felt a serene isolation from the rest of the world. The inn's straightforward charm appealed to him immediately.
He rang the bell, a gesture that marked the beginning of his stay and waited patiently.
Scene skip. Inside the Inn.
The sound of the bell stirred Miya from her morning tranquility. She, Takehito, and Kusano had only awakened thirty minutes earlier—a delay in their routine that felt indulgent, especially considering the tenants' recent engagement in less-than-honorable activities.
In the living room, breakfast was yet to be served, and Kusano, still wearied from the night's adventures, struggled to shake off her drowsiness. It was a rarity for her to be up so late.
Exchanging glances with Takehito, Miya voiced her curiosity. "Do you think they would return this early?"
Shaking his head, Takehito expressed his doubt. The idea seemed far-fetched; not even a whole day had passed since their last sighting at the restaurant. Even if Minato or Tsukiumi had decided to come back early, Matsu and Kazehana would surely have been too exhausted for such prompt returns.
"We should see who it is," Miya suggested. With a shared sense of intrigue, she advanced toward the door, unprepared for the familiarity of the face that greeted her.
The eyes that met hers sparkled with a friendly warmth, accompanied by a smile that was at once familiar and unexpectedly youthful. For a fleeting moment, Miya saw Chifuyu's visage before realizing her misrecognition.
The person standing before her was indeed familiar but distinctly different—a more youthful male counterpart.
"Uh, good morning. Is this Maison Izumo?" Ichika inquired, his gaze interlocking with Miya's, whom the resemblance had momentarily taken aback.
Nodding, Miya allowed a wave of relief and recognition to wash over her. This wasn't Chifuyu, the formidable woman she had once faced before she stood Ichika, Chifuyu's younger brother and, notably, Minato's guest.
"Yes, you must be Ichika Orimura," she affirmed, her demeanor softening as Ichika's face brightened with confirmation.
"Indeed. Minato didn't send me a photo, so I'm guessing you're Miss Asama?" Ichika asked with a hopeful tone, seeking validation of his assumptions.
Miya's response was a gentle smile, welcoming Ichika into the inn and, perhaps, into a story yet to unfold within its walls.
"Yes, Minato mentioned you'd be arriving today, though I admit your early appearance comes as a surprise," Miya confessed, her voice tinged with warmth.
She beckoned Ichika inside, a gesture he accepted with a nod of gratitude. As he stepped onto the threshold, a blend of sleep-ruffled blond hair and Takehito's curious gaze greeted him.
"Dear, who's at the door?" Takehito inquired, his question trailing off as his eyes settled on Ichika. Recognition sparked a welcoming smile on his face. "Ah, what do we have here? Ichika Orimura, gracing us with his presence."
Takehito extended a hand to Ichika, who accepted it, feeling a quick bond forming between them. "It's a Pleasure to meet you. You must be Dr. Takehito Asama," Ichika replied, sensing an immediate mutual respect.
"Indeed, and it seems we're hosting quite the celebrity for breakfast," Takehito quipped, leading Ichika further into the house. A pang of hunger reminded Ichika of his journey's toll on his appetite, presenting a rare opportunity to enjoy a meal he hadn't prepared himself.
"Would it be alright if I settle my belongings in my room first?" Ichika inquired, eager to join the breakfast but mindful of his luggage.
"With plenty of space since Minato's move, you'll find room 205 quite accommodating for your needs," Miya assured him, facilitating his transition into their home.
As Ichika was about to retrieve his suitcase, he noticed a small, blond figure peeking timidly from behind Takehito. Crouching down to eye level with the young girl, he ventured, "You must be Kusano, right?"
Her initial retreat behind Takehito's legs gave way to curiosity as Ichika gently ruffled her hair, an act that thawed her apprehension. Emboldened, she afforded him a closer look,
"I am. You're the big brother's little brother, aren't you?" Ichika, momentarily puzzled, could only raise an eyebrow as he continued the gentle gesture.
"Eh?" Takehito, noticing Ichika's confusion, explained with a playful grin. "She refers to Minato as her big brother, and he's been calling you 'brother' too. So, in her eyes, you're his little brother."
Taking the explanation at face value, Ichika nodded. "I suppose that makes me Minato's little brother then." Kusano beamed at him, her approval evident. "And that means you're my big brother too," she declared, making Ichika pause as he tried to follow the logic.
"By the way, where is Minato?" Ichika inquired, shifting the topic to their absent host.
At this question, Miya's cheeks tinted with a blush, and Takehito discreetly cleared his throat, both unsure how to break the news of Minato's absence, not expecting him until later in the evening.
"Big brother and the big sisters are out making Ku a big sister," Kusano announced matter-of-factly, her statement leaving Miya and Takehito slightly discomforted by her choice of words. Ichika, putting two and two together, nodded in understanding.
"Ah, I get it now. Thanks for clearing that up, Kusano." The girl, hands on her hips, shook her head with the seriousness of a judge.
"Nope." Ichika's surprise was evident, not just at her correction but at the familial dynamic she insisted on.
"Big brother and the big sisters always call me Ku, so you should too," she instructed, establishing her place within this unique family and inviting Ichika to do the same.
"Okay, thank you, Ku. May I go to my room to drop off my suitcase now?" Miya nodded, leading the way up the stairs, her gaze occasionally drifting towards Ichika.
The contrast between Ichika and his sister Chifuyu was stark in Miya's mind—his demeanor, which was so relaxed, polite, and friendly, was a refreshing change. "Minato must have mentioned the house rules to you?" she inquired, her tone light yet carrying an underlying seriousness.
"I believe he did, but I'm afraid the details have slipped my mind," Ichika admitted, meeting her smile with an apologetic one of his own.
"Don't worry, they're straightforward. Under my roof, we adhere to three simple rules. First, no foul language," Miya began, to which Ichika nodded his understanding.
"Noted."
"Second, no fighting," she continued, pausing as Ichika's expression showed surprise. Yes, I heard about the Sekirei wanting to spar with you. But to clarify, there is no fighting indoors. Outside, we can train, and rest assured, Minato will have instructed his Sekirei to be cautious. I might even join you myself for a match," she added, adding a hint of challenge in her tone.
Ichika couldn't hide his concern. "I'm afraid you might be overestimating my abilities."
"Don't sell yourself short. Fighting alongside Sekirei might prove beneficial, especially for someone at your school. We'll see soon enough," Miya reassured him, her confidence unwavering.
"And the third rule?" Ichika asked, eager to learn all the guidelines.
"There will be no illicit sexual conduct within the inn. That's precisely why Minato is currently away," she explained, prompting a knowing smirk from Ichika. "Miss Asama, I find that more a blessing than a rule."
With a soft sigh, Miya showed him to his room. The brief interlude allowed Ichika to settle in before he and Miya returned to the living room, ready to integrate further into the inn's daily life.
Breakfast was served, and its enticing aroma made Ichika's stomach rumble in anticipation. He took his seat without delay, with Kusano choosing to sit beside him. As they ate, he engaged in light conversation with the Asamas, his demeanor strikingly different from that of his sister.
Polite, friendly, modest, and sprinkled with humor, Ichika's attention to Kusano only endeared him more to the family.
To the Asamas, Ichika's disposition resemblance to Minato became increasingly apparent, marking a pleasant departure from his sister's more familiar traits.
After the meal, Ichika insisted on helping Miya with the cleanup, an offer she accepted with a smile, appreciating the warmth and sincerity he brought into their home.
As they washed and dried the dishes, engaging in playful banter, Miya found herself enjoying the company of Chifuyu's younger brother despite her usual distance from the latest adventures of her former teammates and Minato.
Eventually, Miya broached a more personal topic. "Ichika, why did you decide to visit us today, especially so early? Does your sister know you're here?" she inquired as they finished the chores.
"I'd prefer to explain with Mr. Asama and Ku present if that's alright," Ichika replied, his tone suggesting a deeper story. "But yes, my sister knows I'm here. I'm somewhat of a runaway."
Accepting his request, they gathered around the table once again. Kusano, with a bright smile, made herself comfortable in Ichika's lap, declaring the temporary absence of her 'big brother' Minato as her reason for seeking closeness to Ichika.
Accepted into the fold, Ichika gently stroked her hair, and soon, she drifted into sleep.
Once Kusano was asleep, Ichika addressed the adults. "It seems I owe you an explanation now," he began, catching Miya's attentive gaze. The recent heat wave confined us to our homes. When the weather finally broke, I knew I needed a change of scenery. I suspected the girls might visit. If I didn't take the chance now, I'd miss out on spending the summer here. And that wouldn't be much of a summer, would it?"
Unbeknownst to Ichika, his words resonated deeply with his listeners, touching on sentiments and circumstances closer to home than he could have imagined.
This revised passage aims to encapsulate the warmth and emerging bonds within the household, highlighting Ichika's integration into the family and setting the stage for further development.
Miya released a weary sigh while Takehito's expression tightened, a grimace betraying his concern over the news relayed by Minato. The situation seemed to demand a level of human decency that was, at times, hard to come by.
"Well, Minato hasn't returned yet. But I gather you're not too concerned about that," Miya remarked, her voice a blend of resignation and welcome.
Ichika's smile, full of gratitude for the Asamas' hospitality, didn't waver. "I have some time to spare. Besides, Minato was a great help to me last semester. It's only right that I offer my support in return when he gets here."
Unbeknownst to Ichika, his casual willingness to help and be part of the Inn's life skirted around complexities and challenges he had dodged.
Scene skip. Two weeks ago
Houki cursed the relentless heatwave that had descended unseasonably upon them. The oppressive heat made venturing outside a daunting task, one discouraged by all—especially by Ryuuin, who had explicitly forbidden Houki from leaving the dojo. Thus, confined within its walls, she continued her training; her mind, however, wandered far beyond.
She had harbored hopes that after the summer camp, an opportunity would present itself to converse with Ichika, perhaps to delve deeper into the unexpected emotions that a simple kiss had stirred within her. That moment had lingered in her thoughts, a tantalizing what-if amidst the chaos of her training and ambitions.
The Infinite Stratos Academy had been her beacon for six long years, promising a reunion with Ichika and a chance to redefine their connection. Yet, upon arrival, that hope dimmed under the shadow of his other admirers, leaving her to question her place in his life.
In moments of respite from the sweltering heat, which even her demanding father conceded to, Houki found herself reflecting on Ichika's transformation over the years. His unease at the Academy, his rebellious streak—it all seemed to trace back to Minato Sahashi.
Minato, who had become an unexpected pivot in Ichika's life, offered him support and strategies that led to victories over formidable opponents like Cecilia, the drones, Laura, and even the Silver Gospel.
Houki grappled with the nature of Ichika's reliance on Minato. Was it a sign of weakness or a testament to his pragmatism? Did their camaraderie signify a dependency, or was it a strategic alliance that fortified Ichika's resolve?
These questions haunted her, blurring the lines between vulnerability and wisdom, childhood naivety, and the maturity brought on by alliances.
Resolved to seek answers, Houki looked forward to the weather breaking. The promise of cooler days was her beacon, an opportunity not just to escape the heat but to confront the tangled web of feelings and questions that surrounded Ichika, Minato, and herself. She envisioned their meeting, anticipating the clarity it might bring, all the while unaware that she wasn't the only one plotting, scheming, and yearning for answers in the complex interplay of relationships that defined their world.
Rin found herself sprawled across her bed, dressed in an ensemble more suited to a sweltering day by the pool than idle hours in her room. This bikini seemed to flirt with the line between daring and casual, complemented by shorts that hinted at her long legs and slender waist. Such attire might have drawn attention at any summer gathering, yet here, in the solitude of her ISA dorm, it served only to echo her current state of listlessness.
She had chosen to remain in Japan rather than return home, a decision fueled by the unspoken hope of connecting with Ichika. Yet, her intentions hung in the air, unresolved—was Ichika to blame for the distance between them, or was it merely the circumstances that kept them apart?
With a popsicle in hand, Rin mused over the recent months, their complexities, and Ichika's unexpected resilience. His defiance, his determination to fight back, had taken her by surprise. She acknowledged that Minato's influence loomed large in Ichika's development.
Despite Ichika's protests against being at the center of a harem, Rin saw Minato's guidance as a pivot to his current stance.
The oppressive heat, peaking at 40 degrees Celsius, made the idea of visiting Ichika an ordeal, let alone in her current attire. A wave of discomfort prompted her to acknowledge the need for yet another shower, a brief respite from the relentless summer.
As she contemplated the idea of meeting Ichika, a giggle escaped her at the thought of his reaction to her "shameless outfit." The anticipation of their conversation, of sharing her thoughts and perhaps unraveling some of the tension that had built up, offered a glimmer of hope.
Yet, as she made her way to the shower, the realization dawned on her—she wasn't alone in seeking relief from the heat nor in harboring thoughts of Ichika. The dynamics of their relationships, intertwined with Minato's influence, promised a summer filled with unexpected developments.
The sound of knuckles rapping gently against the wooden door pulled Charlotte from her thoughts. "Charlotte, are you nearly done?" Laura's voice, tinged with the same discomfort from the relentless heat they both were unaccustomed to, echoed through the room. The idea of cooling off at the beach or pool had been enticing until the reality of the scorching sun and crowded spaces chased them back indoors.
Their shared dreams of a refreshing escape quickly dissolved upon encountering the overcrowded swimming pool. Memories of past trips to the beach, marred by unwanted attention, solidified their resolve: the only attention they desired was from Ichika.
While calls from her teammates momentarily tied down Laura, Charlotte saw an opportunity. Perhaps she could make her way to Ichika alone, a plan to consider once the unbearable heat subsided.
For now, the priority was relief from the heat. Charlotte stepped out, allowing Laura to take her turn in the shower. They had optimistically purchased cozy, cat-themed pajamas, which now seemed a ludicrous choice in this heatwave.
Laura opted for sleeping without any, while Charlotte settled on a simple shirt and underwear for some semblance of comfort.
Laura's thoughts drifted as the water cascaded over her. 'This infernal heat... I must visit my bride soon,' she mused, considering her self-assigned role in shaping Ichika to her expectations. Despite Houki's presence, all four of them—sans Cecilia, who was temporarily away—had claimed a space in ISA, bound by a common interest in Ichika.
Laura planned to educate Ichika and mold him into her ideal. Yet, his unexpected strength, seemingly inspired by his close bond with Minato, puzzled her. 'The instructor might shed some light on Minato Sahashi. I can't let Ichika emulate him too closely,' she pondered, determined to claim Ichika as hers alone.
Meanwhile, Charlotte lay on her bed, aimlessly flipping through TV channels. The heat and her tangled feelings too scattered her mind to focus until a music channel playing an old song with a resonant baritone caught her attention.
The melody brought a momentary relief, a sigh escaping her as she let the music wash over her, a brief respite from the simmering tensions and plans concerning Ichika.
The lyrics of "Zombie" filled the air, its haunting melody weaving through Charlotte's thoughts as she lay sprawled on her bed. The song's refrain, a repeated inquiry into one's inner thoughts and turmoils, mirrored her questions about Ichika.
What did he think amid the complex web of relationships and expectations at the ISA? Why did he, out of all the individuals in his life, lean so heavily on Minato?
"What's in your head, what's in your head
Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie
What's in your head, in your head
Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie, oh."
Charlotte understood the crux of it. Minato was more than just a friend to Ichika; he was a beacon in the tumultuous sea that was the ISA, a steadfast ally when battles loomed and emotions ran high.
It wasn't merely about the assistance Minato provided in confrontations like those with Laura or the Silver Gospel.
It was their deeper, unspoken bond, their unwavering support, that allowed Ichika to stand firm and push back with a strength that was as much his own as it was inspired.
Yet, Charlotte harbored reservations. The idea of Ichika taking guidance from someone she perceived as a manwhore troubled her. In her eyes, Minato's influence was a double-edged sword, one that could potentially lead Ichika astray.
Ichika needed healing, a gentle hand to guide him toward a future where he could thrive without being overshadowed by his mentor's reputation. And Charlotte believed she was uniquely positioned to offer that solace, to be the calm in Ichika's storm.
Her thoughts momentarily drifted to Cecilia, evoking a flicker of sympathy for her absence in these crucial moments of camaraderie and conflict. Cecilia, too, was part of this intricate dance; her steps momentarily paused but not forgotten.
The song tapered off, leaving Charlotte with a resolve sharpened by the introspection it had spurred.
Determined more than ever, she believed that understanding Ichika, deciphering what lay in his head, was the key to forging a deeper connection—one based not just on the chaos of battles or the influence of Minato but on genuine, heartfelt companionship.
Upon landing at the airport, the British "Lady" Cecilia Alcott found herself grappling with the sweltering evening heat, a stark contrast to the more temperate climate of the United Kingdom she had left behind.
The five-minute walk to her awaiting car felt like an ordeal, a test of endurance in the oppressive heat. Yet, despite the discomfort, her decision to return to Japan was fueled by a singular motive she was loath to acknowledge: Ichika Orimura.
In recent months, Ichika had upended Cecilia's understanding of men. He had bested her, not through brute force, but with a combination of strength and strategy that intrigued and infuriated her in equal measure.
His reliance on Minato Sahashi, however, troubled her deeply. Cecilia was convinced that Ichika's potential was being misdirected; he needed a woman's guidance, not the influence of a man she deemed questionable.
This conviction brought her, along with four other girls, each driven by their own tangled emotions and intentions, to Ichika's doorstep on the twenty-second of July.
The reunion was charged with a mix of anticipation and rivalry as they found themselves face to face, united by a common interest yet divided by their individual desires.
As they stood there, each silently acknowledging the other's presence, the air was thick with tension and unspoken challenges.
The gathering at Ichika's house was not just a meeting of competitors; it was a declaration of their unresolved feelings and the lengths they were willing to go to for his attention and affection.
Despite the initial annoyance at encountering one another, the rivalry sparked up.
"What are you doing here?" Rin inquired, eyeing the four other girls with a mixture of surprise and defiance.
"I could ask you the same question," Houki retorted, her gaze sharp as she scrutinized each of them.
"I'm here for my wife. What's your excuse?" Laura declared boldly, causing the other girls to facepalm at her directness simultaneously.
"I'm here for Ichika as well," Cecilia chimed in, one hand confidently placed on her hip while the other held a box of cakes, a peace offering of sorts in her quest for attention.
Their standoff was interrupted by the door swinging open to reveal Chifuyu Orimura, Ichika's sister, wearing a wry grin.
"I thought I heard something outside. It seems I've found five girls on my doorstep," she observed, amusement lacing her tone.
"Ms. Orimura/instructor," the girls greeted in unison, a mix of respect and surprise in their voices as Chifuyu stepped out, closing the door behind her.
"It's summer, so at ease," Chifuyu advised, her casual attire of a white shirt over a black undershirt and form-fitting jeans marking a stark contrast to her usual strict demeanor.
"Chifuyu, we came to see Ichika. Where is he?" the girls pressed, eager for answers.
Chifuyu's expression shifted to one of genuine surprise before realization dawned on her. "Oh, didn't Ichika tell you? He's spending the rest of his summer at Minato's home in Shinto Teito, formerly known as Tokyo."
Her voice carried a hint of reluctance, reflecting her mixed feelings about the developments of the past months.
The news struck the girls like a thunderbolt, leaving them momentarily speechless, their faces a mix of shock and disbelief.
Chifuyu, ever the observant sister, couldn't help but find their reactions amusing despite her reservations about Ichika's decision.
As the silence stretched, Chifuyu counted the seconds, witnessing the range of emotions playing across the faces of the five girls who had, in their ways, become entwined in her brother's life.
The revelation that Ichika was away, seemingly unreachable, set the stage for new dynamics and challenges in their pursuit of his attention and affection.
"…"
"…"
"…"
Silence reigned as the girls processed Chifuyu's revelation, each lost in her whirlwind of thoughts. The idea of a summer spent alongside Ichika, full of potential moments and confessions, was unraveling before their eyes. The words from their homeroom teacher hung in the air, a stark confirmation of what they feared most: Ichika had left, seeking refuge away from the familiar grounds of the ISA and, inadvertently, from them.
"…"
"…"
"…"
The silence was shattered as the girls found their voices in unison, their disbelief and frustration culminating in a loud, synchronized exclamation. "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Despite the situation, Chifuyu couldn't suppress a chuckle at their collective astonishment. "Now, if you all don't mind, I need to go to a meeting. So go home," she advised, her tone a mix of amusement and finality as she prepared to leave them to their thoughts.
The girls exchanged glances, a silent agreement passing between them as they faced the closed door of the house. Ichika's absence for the summer was a reality they had not anticipated, leaving them momentarily adrift, their meticulously crafted plans dissolving into uncertainty.
Yet, as they stood there, a spark of determination ignited amongst them. The realization that Ichika was at Minato's in Shinto Teito not only presented a challenge but also an opportunity.
A new plan began to form, one that would require them to join forces in a way they hadn't considered before. The summer might not unfold as they had initially imagined, but it was far from over. With a newfound resolve, they started to contemplate their next move, united by a common goal: to find Ichika and, in doing so, perhaps discover something more about themselves and each other.
Scene skip. Back in Shinto Teito
The center of affection, Ichika Orimura, was blissfully unaware of the commotion he had inadvertently caused.
The serene environment of Maison Izumo offered him a respite he hadn't known in months, a chance to be at ease without the complexities of school dynamics and the constant competition for his attention.
Despite Minato's absence, Ichika found joy in the inn's simple pleasures. Kusano, ever the spirited guide, led him around the premises, introducing him to the inn's charming nooks and the cool embrace of its waters.
In a playful exchange, Kusano splashed water at Ichika, who responded in kind. Their laughter was a testament to the carefree moments they shared. Ichika, donning shorts and opting to go shirtless, embraced the spontaneity of their water games, his usual reservations washed away by the innocent fun.
Miya, observing from a distance, couldn't help but marvel at the sight. Next to her, Takehito, the Pillar resting comfortably in his lap, shared her sentiment. Both were taken aback by the gentle demeanor of Chifuyu Orimura's brother, a stark contrast to the formidable reputation of the Orimura siblings.
As noon approached and the heat intensified, the calm sanctuary of the garden's makeshift island provided a welcome escape. The water's chill countered the sun's relentless advance, allowing them a moment of tranquility as they dried off, basking in the warmth.
Kusano's yawns signaled the end of their aquatic adventures, and she retired to bed, leaving Ichika to join the Asamas. Miya had succumbed to a nap, but Takehito acknowledged Ichika with a nod, inviting him to sit.
"Eh, Asama," Ichika began, uncertainty briefly clouding his expression. Takehito's frown prompted a moment of tension, quickly dispelled as understanding dawned on Ichika. Correcting himself, he said, "Takehito."
A smile broke across Ichika's face as he was granted permission to continue.
"When do you think Minato is coming home? Not that I'm bored or anything, but I would like to meet the other Sekirei as well." His gaze fell on Miya, still peacefully asleep in Takehito's lap, a testament to the tranquility that enveloped Maison Izumo.
Takehito couldn't help but find amusement in Ichika's curiosity, paired with his apparent ignorance of the complexities surrounding Minato's life.
"I've got no clue, Ichika. Minato had gone through seven women, six of whom were aliens. Let me say managing that is no small feat. He aims to please, which means he might not be back until tomorrow," he explained, his tone light yet informative.
Ichika's reaction, a mix of surprise and contemplation, indicated his processing of this new information. The mention of Minato's escapades, while not entirely foreign to him, opened up a new avenue of curiosity.
"I thought my brother had been in similar situations. He doesn't share much, but it's clear he's no stranger to... complex relationships. I do know that he had dragged more than one woman to his bed."
The conversation delved deeper as Takehito shared insights into the Sekirei Plan and Minato's unique role within it.
"Yes, but this time, it's different. Kusano was right; he's making her a big sister. Are you familiar with his family situation?" Takehito inquired, bridging the gap between casual discussion and the more profound implications of Minato's actions.
Reclining, with his gaze lost in the contemplative expanse of the sky, Ichika voiced a curiosity that had lingered unspoken. "I know about his mom, sister, and grandparents. But Minato's father... that's a story I've never heard. It's something I can relate to, in a way. Why is that?"
Takehito, weighing the depth of the question and the implications of the answer, sighed. The story of Minato's father, Minaka, was complex and fraught with challenges. Yet, it was perhaps Takami's role and her contributions that could offer Ichika the insight he sought.
"Well, Takami, Minato's mother, has worked at MBI and is now pretty much running the company. She gave Minato a box of medicine designed to enhance his ability to conceive with the Sekirei. It's been an all-night effort for him," Takehito explained, his tone mingling seriousness with a hint of humor to ease the awkwardness of the topic.
Ichika's laughter, strained by the surreal nature of the revelation, reflected his struggle to grasp the situation entirely. Minato's determination to stay until the twenty-second of July, therefore, had a purpose—to ensure the conception occurred within a specific window, aligning the potential births around March.
Glancing at Kusano, now asleep and oblivious to the weight of their discussion, Ichika couldn't help but smile. The innocence of her slumber contrasted sharply with the adult complexities they were discussing.
He knew Minato's approach was cautious, respectful of Kusano's youth and her future role as a big sister. Despite the ten-year gap looming large in a child's perception, Ichika understood the necessity of Minato's decisions.
The intricate dance of life's demands and the pursuit of personal fulfillment found a poignant echo in Minato's story—a narrative Ichika was only beginning to comprehend.
Ichika's thoughts pivoted to another member of Minato's family, sparking curiosity about a relationship he knew little about. "That reminds me. What about his sister, Yukari? How is she doing? I've never discussed her with Minato. She's going to be an aunt, isn't she?"
Takehito's response was punctuated by a sigh, a prelude to the delicate balance he maintained amidst the familial tensions.
"Yukari has become an Ashikabi herself, bonded to No.107, Shiina. However, it's fair to say all our residents do not exactly like her. Her... methods have caused some friction."
Ichika nodded, understanding the subtleties Takehito hinted at. "Yukari certainly is a unique individual. Does she still... have those same tendencies?"
The question elicited a stifled laugh from Takehito, who quirked an eyebrow in amusement. "Still?"
"Yeah, her habit of...how should I put it? Squeezing the chests of women, she finds... formidable? She tried it once with Chifuyu. Thankfully, I was away fishing with my brother that day. I reckon I'd still be having nightmares from that encounter."
Takehito's whistle cut through the air, a sign of respect and disbelief at Yukari's audacious past actions. Yet, he acknowledged the distinct paths each had taken, with Yukari finding her own Sekirei, Shiina, adding another layer to the intricate tapestry of Ashikabi and Sekirei relationships.
"That I understand. But she's found her own path, her own Sekirei—a boy, at that. Shiina, in many ways, is like you and Minato. He'll be joining us for the party," he explained, offering Ichika a glimpse into the upcoming gathering.
The prospect of meeting Shiina and the others piqued Ichika's interest, a pleasant anticipation amidst the languid heat of the day. The exhaustion from his journey and the weight of the day's conversations urged him towards rest. He glanced towards the island, its inviting shade and proximity to the cooling water presenting an ideal spot for a nap.
"Now, if you don't mind, Takehito, I'm going to nap for a bit," Ichika announced, feeling the toll of the night's travel and the day's revelations.
Takehito, understanding the need for rest, waved him off with a smile. "Of course. Rest well," he responded, settling into his moment of relaxation.
Ichika made his way to the island, laying down beside Kusano, who had already claimed her spot for a nap. With his hands resting behind his head, he gazed up at the sky, marveling at the serenity that enveloped them despite being in the heart of the city.
The island, with its gentle breezes and the soothing sound of water, was a sanctuary from the summer heat.
As the sun rose higher, intensifying the day's warmth, the coolness of the surrounding water provided natural relief.
Ichika didn't need a blanket. The environment offered all the comfort he needed. Shielding his eyes with his cap, he drifted into a light sleep, embraced by the serenity of Maison Izumo—a moment of peace amid the complexities of his summer.
Scene skip. At the Love Hotel
In the love hotel, Minato and the Sekirei had been asleep, all huddled close to Minato. Although the air conditioning was set low, the room's layout, combined with a closed system and the drawers being shut, created a comfortable sleeping environment.
Exhausted from the previous night's activities, they all remained in a deep slumber even as it approached noon and the heat outside began to rise.
Musubi woke up feeling dizzy from the night's escapades. Glancing at the clock, she yearned for more sleep, but her body urgently prompted her to get up. She had a desperate need to use the toilet.
Carefully disentangling herself from Minato, she maneuvered around Matsu and the other girls, her nose wrinkling at the remnants of last night. They would all need to take a quick bath before heading home, but that could wait. Despite their previous experiences, Musubi refused to go home in her current state. Sitting down on the toilet brought immediate relief, but it also made her aware of a new soreness, something she hadn't felt even after their first time together.
This observation left her contemplating the physical toll of their recent activities, a first for her and likely for the others as well.
She speculated that all would feel the aftermath of their activities in the days to come. Despite a year of preparation for this moment with Minato, where they all indulged to their heart's content, she realized the rigorous training could not have prepared them for the physical consequences. Minato, being human, would undoubtedly feel the toll of their passion.
Yet, despite the physical soreness, they had achieved an unparalleled level of intimacy the previous night. In a metaphorical sense, their union promised the beginning of a new generation, a testament to their deep connection. Musubi, amidst these reflections, felt a sense of completion as the last wave of satisfaction ebbed away.
She returned to the bed in her nude state, finding her spot among them. The lack of a blanket was inconsequential; the warmth of their bodies was all the comfort she needed.
Once more, she surrendered to sleep, enveloped by the collective tranquility of their embrace.
Minato cracked open an eye, smiled, and then went back to sleep. He had just missed Musubi, but he was content knowing everyone was in bed. She had merely gone to the toilet. As he drifted off, one thought crossed his mind: 'I really did it this time.'
Hours passed, a fleeting concept in the realm of sleep for the exhausted.
"Minato. Minato. Wake up," Minato heard Musubi's voice.
"Minato, if you don't wake up, I will kiss you." That was Kazehana's threat.
"Thou won't do such a thing. I will not allow thee to kiss my husband," Tsukiumi interjected.
"This is some good stuff. Kuhuhuh. I like this fun," Matsu declared, reveling in the moment.
"Quiet, thou pervert. I will not allow thee to make a mockery of this," Tsukiumi scolded again.
"Some things really never change," Uzume observed with amusement.
"Indeed," Kagari agreed.
"But we do need to get him up," Chiho added. "While I don't mind the idea of him catching up on some sleep, we need to get dressed and let him take a shower. I want to go home."
Minato opened his eyes to a heaven of naked women looking at him. For once, there was no lust in the air; they had all found satisfaction the previous night. Still, his gaze couldn't help but sweep over their forms.
"Good morning, all of you." Even before the sentence entirely left his mouth, the women tackled him back to the bed, a cacophony of joy and playfulness. Wings erupted, casting a light show across the room. Once the excitement settled, Minato observed them with a light heart.
"So, I take it you girls are done bathing?" Kazehana, ever the voice of reason, shifted the morning's focus. "We've let you sleep; now it's your turn for a bath, and we'll take care of your clothes."
Minato followed through, mindful of the mutual stickiness. Washing away the night took longer than usual, especially with the tenderness below. It wasn't debilitating; it was just a reminder of the night's endeavors.
After a quick shower and minimal soaping, he wrapped himself in a towel, eager to leave the room. The urge to return home now outweighed any desire to linger. Whether their attempt was successful remained to be seen. Pregnant or not, it had been a night of unforgettable pleasure, marking the beginning of a promising summer for the Sekirei.
Upon knocking, his clothes were promptly handed to him.
Minato's clothes were somewhat messy, which wasn't out of the ordinary under the circumstances. At least they were wearable.
Opting out of his jacket for a more straightforward shirt, Minato noticed the women had similarly adjusted their attire. The dresses from the day before now bore the telltale signs of wear: wrinkles and alterations from the night's events.
Kazehana's dress showed minor changes, subtly different from the night before, while Musubi's outfit had evidently taken its unique journey. Kagari chose comfort over formality, ditching the long pants for just a shirt.
Chiho's sundress remained singular in its simplicity. Uzume, on the other hand, decided to forgo her previous attire altogether, crafting a more straightforward outfit from her powers. Tsukiumi's blue dress and Matsu's black dress both were notably unkempt, yet none of this seemed to dampen their spirits.
Ensuring he hadn't forgotten anything, Minato addressed the group, "Shall we go home?"
The question hung in the air, echoing their collective desire for return.
Stepping outside, they were greeted by the late afternoon sky. Despite their soreness, the prospect of leaping across rooftops to return home was met with a shared resolve. Kazehana proposed to carry Minato, a welcome change from the previous 'Musubi airlines' experience.
Gratefully accepting, Minato found comfort in the shoulder carry, his dignity intact amidst the chaos.
Uzume, carrying Chiho in a bridal style, led the group across the sky. The girls leaped from rooftop to rooftop, embracing this unique journey home with a sense of freedom and exhilaration.
For once, Minato found himself entirely at ease with their unconventional mode of return, lost in his fantasies while the girls were focused on getting home as swiftly as possible.
Eventually, they arrived at the Inn, their final destination marking the end of their adventure. Words were scarce as they landed; the moment was too familiar, too comforting for unnecessary chatter. Minato approached the door, knocking softly. Miya, the landlady, greeted them with a warm, knowing smile.
"Welcome home, everyone. It seems you all had a pleasant night," she remarked, her eyes twinkling with a mix of curiosity and amusement as the girls began to share snippets of their night. Minato exchanged smiles with her just as Takehito joined his wife by the door, adding his welcome to the mix.
"Good morning, Minato," Takehito greeted warmly. "I imagine you girls might want to change into something more comfortable after your night out. We'll be eager to hear all about it during dinner."
With a casual grace, the group dispersed inside. The girls, one by one, offered Minato a wink or a kiss goodbye before retiring to their rooms for a change of clothes, leaving him in the quiet company of his hosts. The air was filled with a sense of belonging, a silent acknowledgment of their shared experiences and the promise of stories to unfold.
"Big brother!" Kusano exclaimed as she dashed towards him from the garden. Minato lifted her effortlessly, cradling her in his arms with a gentle hug. As they walked through the hall, he playfully tickled his youngest Sekirei, drawing bright smiles from her.
"Hey, Ku, how have you been?" he asked, to which she responded with a beaming smile. Unbeknownst to him, the three residents of the house had kept the arrival of a fourth guest a secret.
"I'm fine. So, you and the big sisters have made Ku a big sister now," she chimed, her innocence casting a light on the events of the previous night. Minato smiled warmly at her, and with a tender kiss, her wings unfurled gracefully.
"We can only wait and see, Ku. But yes, most likely, we did." As they stood together in the hallway, he pondered the possibility of retreating to their rooms for some rest, a thought interrupted by Kusano's following words.
"Ku has a surprise for you," the young
est declared, her excitement barely contained.
"You do?" Minato's interaction with her hinted at his potential to be a wonderful father. "Yes."
It was then that he heard a voice behind him, a boy's voice that momentarily puzzled him. It was unmistakably familiar, yet he couldn't immediately place it. The Ashikabi had heard it before. That much was certain.
"How are you, brother?"
As realization dawned on him, a broad smile spread across Minato's face, his eyes lighting up with joy and surprise. He exchanged looks with the Asamas, a shared moment of anticipation and warmth enveloping them.
Minato Sahashi turned slowly to find Ichika Orimura standing before him. Ichika, now donning blue shorts, had visibly changed. The Infinite Stratos Pilot greeted Minato with a broad smile, an expression of genuine happiness at their reunion.
Years had elapsed since their last face-to-face encounter, and the passage of time was evident. As children, Minato had towered over Ichika by at least two heads.
Now, standing before each other, they were nearly the same height, with Ichika possibly edging out Minato slightly. The Pilot's physique had matured, marked by the development of noticeable muscle.
Minato gently set Kusano down. She beamed at the sight of her two 'brothers,' eagerly anticipating the moment the 'big sisters' would meet their 'little brother.'
The Ashikabi, momentarily taken aback, soon mirrored Ichika's smile. "I've been fine, Ichika. And you?"
"I'm glad to be here now," Ichika replied, his smile unwavering. The two exchanged a silent, knowing look before Ichika extended his hand.
Minato grasped it, pulling Ichika into a heartfelt hug while patting him on the back. Ichika responded in kind, his laughter echoing the joy of reunion. "I didn't know you'd come over today," Minato admitted, releasing the embrace to find both of them still smiling.
"I wanted to surprise you. Your landlady kindly let me in, and I've already met Kusano. She's a nice girl," Ichika shared his ease with the situation apparent.
As they spoke, Minato became aware of his entire flock, now dressed in their regular attire, curiously observing the interaction. Placing a hand on Ichika's shoulder, Minato turned to introduce him, "Minato, what is going on?"
"Looks like we've got a guest," Minato announced, gesturing towards Ichika with a welcoming hand on the boy's shoulder. "Everyone, I hope you'll be kind to Ichika. And Ichika, these are my Sekirei."
It's what it is: writing things down and letting CHAT GTP run its course. I have been occupied with other stuff as well, but well, there is no hurry now.
So far, we have been keeping on it, and well, with an update every Friday, I don't think that I'll run out if I do two or three chapters in a single weekend.
We are around halfway through this. There'll be more where this all came from.
Saluut.