Karei, normally would attack with laser precision and a delicate grace that few could match. She could control the chain with her will, extending and retracting, tightening and loosening, it was only a matter of thought-but this was a single number regardless, and though she didn't care what the numbers meant she was strong in her own right, she knew when to retreat. She could deflect one, two attacks, but if it came down to it she didn't doubt she'd be overwhelmed. She set her jaw, frustration boiling. This wasn't supposed to happen, where the hell did these two come from? She recognized the blonde at Tsukiumi a single number.
Thank Kami, Uzume got here when she did.
Uzume adjusted her footing watching the tendrils of water wisp around Tsukiumi. No doubt she was a single number, it what's she had come to expect for them. But she had a good deal of training, from her spars. She was certain she'd be able to deflect any of her attacks by using and coating the veils with her chakra.
It was a matter of when she'd strike. She didn't want to fight them, but-for her friend, she'd do this. She felt trepidation just a few minutes ago, Ryu was moving and fast. He must have found out, but how? She was certain it was tight lipped, all that anyone knew was that the Sekirei was dangerous. And as much as it pained her, and knowingly would piss Ryu off she didn't mention it.
Tsukiumi launched herself off of the ground, her hand opened, arm extended forward. Tendrls of water surged together. "Water celebration!" She exclaimed, the tendrils shot forward forming into one giant wall of water. This was her signature attack, more often than not she took out her opponents with this.
Karei braced herself, she'd have to attack in hopes of it slowing down, or skewing its trajectory just a little bit.
Uzume had to act. She snapped her arm out, several tendrils flared around her shooting outwards in long spirals. Cloth and water meant in a collision, Uzume poured more chakra into her attack, it was slightly overwhelming at first. The actual strength behind the attack, but it was nothing she couldn't handle, the cloth swirled inward pushing against the attack, with a quick flare the wall of water dispersed soaking the walls and ground around her.
"Not so bad." Tsukiumi said with a small smirk. A feeling of suspense and happiness coursing through her, finally she found a worthy opponent.
Musubi jumped up and down in excitement, her blood rushing with excitement as she watched Tsukiumi glide through the air, and the Veiled Woman flip gracefully. She could finally put her training to the test, they were both so strong. "I'm thrilled! A strong opponent! A strong opponent!"
Tsukiumi was surprised, and impressed. The one with the veils, another one who hid herself-dispelled her attack with some effort. She was confident in her abilities, she was merely testing the waters. She was certain, this next attack would take both of them out. It was fitting, both were shameful. But, she'd need to keep up her confident facade just for a few more seconds, hopefully they wouldn't call her bluff.
Kuno watched with slight amazement, a mix of fear and awe was on her face. Here these women were, fighting, she could feel the power from where she was on all fours. She could only watch, if she were to be attacked she'd be helpless, it was incredible. And it made her think of how weak she was. She turned to the side watching the well endowed woman walk towards the scene.
"How about this? Tsukiumi extended her arm, palm opened, a torrent of water formed in the center of her palm, several tendrils escaping as she poured more energy into the attack from before. This was an attack of a different scale, she was tired of playing around. She didn't call the bluff, this battle was hers. Now she'd reveal them before exterminating them.
"For Sekireis, there were no wars righteousness. Some were better than others, but that is all..." The wind Sekirei said softly flaring her chakra, a vortex of wind a few inches out from her feet, rotating at a rapid speed. Her steps were measured, but slightly drawn out, obviously she was drunk.
"Water dragon!" Tsukiumi yelled. Karei's eyes widened at what she seen. Just in front of her a wall of water rushed towards her, slowly the water began to form swirling and turning in on itself. It took shape, the head formed first. It was wide and the skull elongated, the mouth, or better maw was overlapping. The bottom teeth came up and over the front teeth, its eyes glowed yellow. The body itself formed in one smooth motion.
Uzume gaped in shock. She was certain there was no way she could deflect that attack. And dodging it was out of the question, Tsukiumi could just change its direction on a whim, one of the many advantages of being the water Sekirei. She seen a flash of purple, Kazehana casually strode in front of the line of fire, Karei and Uzume both looked at her with wide eyes.
Musubi gasped in shock, she wanted to fight, but to kill she didn't want that. And she didn't know who this woman was, from her appearance she must've been a Sekirei.
"What? Water perish!" Tsukiumi exclaimed clenching her fist as fast as she could, the dragon dispelled in dozens of droplets scattering across the alley. "That was dangerous! Who art thou!?" Tsukiumi demanded angrily taking a step forward, her eyes hard. She wasn't going to be stopped from exterminating these two-leaving Sekirei near death, it was disgraceful.
"I'm just a passerby." Kazehana answered smoothly. "I only didn't like unfair fight."
"Unfair!?" Tsukumi asked stunned, but that surprise quickly turned to anger. "The one who is unfair is that veiled and masked one!" Kazehana kept herself from chuckling, she took a swing from her sake bottle idly listening to her speak. "I gave my name to her properly, and..."
"But there are three of you." Kazehana countered smoothly.
Tsukiumi's eyes widened for a second before she narrowed them. She turned to the side looking at Musubi who continued jumping with stars in her eyes. She gave a brief glance, to Kuno, who was still shaking in fear. Tsukiumi turned her focus back to Musubi. "Musubi!" She exclaimed, slightly annoyed with the buxon brunette's googly eyes and bouncing around.
"Yes is it my turn!?" She asked excitedly.
"One on one battle is the Sekirei way." Tsukiumi said haughtily. She turned back around to face the three people that were partly the cause of her ire. "Thou shalt play with that child there." She said, but it sounded like an order nonetheless. She didn't even want to look at that child, it made her skin crawl being in the same vicinity. Such weakness...
"Ah, that's true." Musubi agreed, she turned around. Kuno shrunk back, fearing what this woman might do. True she and the blonde saved her, but she had no idea what kind of person she was. Hiruka grabbed onto her looking at Musubi hard for a moment.
"That should resolve the issue. Let's continue our battle." Tsukiumi said crossing her arms under her breasts. Her blonde hair waved violently upwards, as tendrils of water surged around her moistening the air.
Shit. Karei thought, it looked like Tsukiumi was done playing around, Uzume set her jaw in uncertainty. True, Tsukiumi was exerting a lot of energy, there had to be some way around it. She couldn't deflect it, and dodging was out of the question. She thought about blocking it, and taking most of the blow, but Karei would be caught in the attack as well.
"I'm number 88, Musubi. Pleased to meet you." Musubi introduced herself, bowing deeply.
Hiruka was slightly shocked. "Ah, pleased to meet you too." He said awkwardly, nervously placing his hand behind his head.
"Um... Shall we fight?" Musubi asked, in a surprisingly calm voice.
Kuno's eyes widened for a moment, she looked at woman in front of her. Taking in every aspect, she instantly felt weak standing before her. She was more 'developed' than she was, and that was putting it lightly, Musubi made her look like a child who haven't even come of age yet. Not only that but her aura was just...
"It's impossible... I've already lost in every aspect!" She cried.
Haruka looked at her with a nervous smile, a bead of sweat running down the back of his head. "You really are incompetent."
He figured there was no harm in telling this girl standing before him, since he seen her she'd been smiling the entire time. She seemed like a good person, it was plainly obvious at first glance. "Hey, you."
"Yes?"
"She is number 95, Kuno." Haruka introduced the feeble Sekirei. "I'm her Ashikabi, Haruka Shigi." He gathered his courage, standing to his feet while helping Kuno up, he continued speaking. "I'm sorry but we won't fight." His eyes hardened, his voice rising. "I don't care about the Sekirei Plan or whatever. We don't have any intention of fighting anyone." He said with an edge to his voice, his gaze hardened as he steeled his resolve. Musubi lowered her cutely, slightly confused by what he said. She loved fighting, it was the only thing on her mind besides Minato and food, she was hoping she could fight. Ryu was busy sometimes, and couldn't spar. She missed her sparring partner, but she could see how close these two were, she felt the love.
That's why she agreed to help them.
"Water dragon!" Tsukiumi shouted, this time she wasn't going to hold back. The attack closed the distance in a heartbeat, Uzume on instinct flared her veils out, the tendrils whipping through the air, they collided with attack quickly dispelling it, her feet slid back slightly, she felt the strain from that. "This finishes it!" She shouted pointing her finger forward, water forming around her body out of thin air. Karei clenched the handle of her sword tightly, she didn't want to fight them, she just wanted Kuno. As bad as she felt for taking her life, it had to be done. These two were distractions, she was debating her next move.
She'd fight.
"Ah, it's empty already." Kazehana complained staring into her sake bottle as she tipped it over her hand. Not a single drop remained.
"Stay out of this!" Tsukiumi demanded. This was her fight, her first real fight. Minato may have been worried about her, but this is who she was. What she lived for, she'd fight and keep fighting. There was no question of it, she stated her name and number. Then this woman just came along, it wasn't right. She was going to finish this, one way or another.
"You don't know how to speak to others. What a cheeky girl." Kazehana admonished her for her way of speech. This one had quite the nerve, she smirked hoping that she was pissing her off, she couldn't care less. She turned around resting her hands on Karei and Uzume, both of them jumping from the gesture eyes widening like saucers. "All right! I'll stand by them." She said smoothly.
"How dare thee..." Tsukiumi said glaring at her, taking a step forward but halted when she seen pink flower petals fluttering all around her. Kazehana glared right back. "Flower refuge!" She said with confidence summoning her control over the wind all around her. "Remember only number 01 and the game master can talk to me like that." With another quick flare of chakra, she extended her arm forward. The petals became high in abundance dancing through the air, Tsukiumi, who shielded her eyes, looked at her questionably.
"Thou art... A Sekirei?"
"Number 03, Kazehana." She replied coolly, she winked with a confident smile. "Bye, Miss Panty Flasher." The winds picked up in strength and speed, Tsukiumi gasped in shock, grounding herself, almost being lifted off the ground from the sudden increase, she didn't see them seemingly teleport away in the blink of any eye. The gale force winds, caused her skirt to fly up, showing her white panties, and knowingly her toned butt.
When she regained her senses, she turned forward, spotting the empty bottle of sake but that was it. She was instantly on alert for another attack. "Bitch! They got away!" She said annoyingly, her face turning thoughtful. "Number 03..." She pondered on the thought, the woman before her that seemingly vanished. She stared at the same spot, feeling frustration in letting them escape. "Musubi!" She called turning around, the bubbly girl suddenly coming mind. "Musubi?" She asked again looking, where she thought she'd be, but there was nothing behind her, the other two were gone as well, not that she cared about them. "Where art thou? Where hast thou gone?"
Several feet away, from the cheeky girl, as the wind Sekirei put it. Kazehana stood at the very edge of the rooftop looking into the distance.
Karei felt instant relief, she couldn't form the composure necessary to say thanks.
"Why did you save me?" She and Uzume asked at the same time, looks like they were both equally stunned.
"I've seen you before. How's Miya, and Chiho?" The firm woman asked, turning around to Uzume and Karei with a knowing gaze. She could see through their disguises easily, but to the average person-and even average Sekirei. They'd be easily fooled, unable to verify their signatures, but she was the Number 03. Karei's eyes widened. She heard Uzume chuckle.
"Rats! I could trick Musubi-tan and the others well." Uzume said with a defeated smile, she grabbed the hood gently yanking it down off of her head. "You're as good as I'd expect from you Number 03. I could never match you." She said, swallowing her pride. She simply knew when she was outmatched.
"Uzume! You can't tell her!" Karei exclaimed like a little kid yanking off her mask, shaking her long, dark hair around. "You caught me..." She said with a defeated expression, why did she think she'd be able to hide it from Number 03. She was a single number after all. Karei looked slightly startled for a moment, as two tendrils, whipped into the air as Uzume stood to her feet quickly with confidence on her face. Karei got a predatory glint in her eye, she followed, she turned to Kazehana clutching her weapon tightly.
"-Number 10, Uzume. I hereby formally challenge you."
"-Number 23, Karei. I hereby formally challenge you."
Kazehana scratched the side of her head lazily staring at them, with a somewhat bored expression on her face. "A two on one eh?"
Ryu looked at Izumo Inn coming into sight, this was disappointing. He never felt so irate over something, this entire thing was getting out of hand. It wasn't a game, like Minaka made it out to be. The moron-this was a war-no matter how he looked at it, it was survive of the fittest.
It was a waste of time to run out, by the time he got there, the scene was already getting cleaned up. It was hit or miss he supposed, this just made him realize all the more he can't get complacent, and more so can't let his emotions get the better of him. But it was difficult, increasingly so, the emotions and feelings of his Sekirei even their thoughts were like a haze that almost blinded him, many times he'd have to push certain things away. He was subtly being swayed, changed, they were changing him slowly.
Before he'd never just go out of his way, to help someone. There was the occasional time here and there, but for the most part he never had to. Aside from the Sekirei he saved, he was hardly a hero. He never believed himself to be one, he didn't see himself in that light. A hero was selfless, naive, they had no regard for the consequences of their actions. Now that he thought about it, it was a little weird Yashima had a stack of books involving these situations.
Ahiko walked by his side, a look of curiosity and empathy on her face. She looked a little worse for wear, clearly just got done battling. She loved a good fight, but at that time it was detrimental to do so. She ended up having no choice, she fought and won, not deactivating the Sekirei. What she didn't expect, was Ryu to form some sort of alliance with the Ashikabi. It wasn't smart to do in the grand scheme of things, but she wasn't going to argue. "I never thought you'd make an alliance." Ahiko mused.
"It's smart to do," Ryu replied as if it was obvious. "The less fighting the better." He reasoned. It was enough reason for him Ahiko and Toyotama had to be difficult with this topic, he was only worried. He didn't want anything to happen them, as cool headed he was on the outside, he would shatter if one them were to die. He wouldn't know what would happen, but it'd be anything but good. Besides it was good to have allies, he could use him later on.
"Minaka will only push for things to happen if nobody makes a move." She said with more than a hint of anger to her voice. She wished he'd stop being so ignorant. "We have to fight, there's no way around it." She clenched her fist in front of her face, shoving it in Ryu's, almost making him jump. She smirked confidently, "I won't lose to anyone!" She declared with finality, a new determination and fire consuming her. Ryu couldn't help but admire her drive, her loyalty. She was the person he needed the most, she kept him grounded, rooted. "I will go to the depths of hell with you, if you so decide." She stated.
"I'm not asking you to do that, although where we're headed won't be far off." He said, chuckling lightly at her last statement. He had no doubts about her loyalty, she fought with tremendous speed, it was a far cry from Toyotama's brute force tactics, it was almost like trying to fight a pinball that was moving around you constantly. She didn't let up, and was intense from start to finish.
"So, are you actually going to meet up with this guy in the future?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I plan to, yes," he nodded slightly, a thought crossed his mind. "You said there was something important you had to tell me?" Ahiko's eyes lit up like stars at this, he immediately began to feel awkward seeing her grinning like that. He cleared his throat nervously. "Erm, what was it?"
"Ohhh!" Ahiko exclaimed with pure excitement, he was startled by the outburst. He wasn't expecting Ahiko to do that, she always was a bundle of energy. He smiled slightly this must have been good news, it'd be a first. She turned to him, interlocking her arm with his own, leaning her head on his shoulder. She wanted to tell him now, but she was still taking it in. Miya wasn't so keen on her offer, as minute as it was the purple haired miko had rules in place, and they were to be followed. Or else... She could respect that, in the end she somehow managed to get her to agree. It wasn't simple by any means, and to boot she had no help from her fellow sister's, but in the back of her mind she couldn't help but feel a little sorry for Minato. Ryu looked at her with a blank expression, waiting for her to explain. She blinked a few times before smiling. "I got Miya-dono to allow... You know in our rooms!" She squealed with excitement. "But it has to be n the room otherwise she'll punish anyone who disobeys!" She squealed in excitement again
"Please, don't do that..." Ryu said rubbing a hand through his long, black hair throwing his bangs all over the place. That was just weird. However, The thought sunk in after a few minutes, so he could make love with them? Miya considered sleeping in the same room illicit now, kissing was like intercourse, and Kami forbid she ever caught someone in the middle of sex. He made a quick note that he'd need to stop his ways, before his luck ran out. He doubted he'd have any peace or solitude now that the rule was changed, he can't begin to imagine what he's in store for when he stepped through that door. His mind wandered to the little yellow ducky, he recalled Ahiko pointing it out, he shook his head. No it couldn't be.
"So mean!" She pouted. "You're no fun Ryu-kun!" She crossed her arms under her breasts pushing them up, not aware that he was trying to avoid her lovely breasts he cleared his throat quietly and smiled softly there was no heat behind those words, she was messing with him. Maybe there was some anger, but not in abundance. He stepped up the front stairs, the wood creaking as he quickly shifted his weight from stair to stair until he reached the top. It had been an eventful day, that was putting it lightly. It seemed he'd be dealing with a lot of crazy from now on. He groaned quietly to himself, he missed his simple life. Training relentlessly under his master, spending his nights near a river listening to his wisdom. Now his life was a far cry from that peaceful isolated life on those mountains. He opened the door, stepping into the entrance looking around to make sure there wouldn't be a dog pile.
Thankfully there wasn't. He slipped off his zori, shutting the door behind him as Ahiko made her way in. She strode passed him before stopping in the hallway. He was fairly certain he knew where she was headed. "I'm heading for the bath. And then I'm taking a nap." She told him, closing the distance she grabbed him by the collar of his kimono. He got close to her, rather she pulled him close, until their lips were inches apart, their breaths becoming one. She slammed her lips into his deepening this kiss as wings flared from the back of her neck. She stepped away, a small blush on her face as she stared at him with big eyes. "If Hari leaves the room while I'm sleep, make sure Uzume doesn't pull anything funny." She said knowing the busty brown haired girl's pervert streak. "Ashikabi-sama." She smirked.
"Don't tell me you're going to start that too..." He rubbed the back of his head with a somewhat annoyed expression. He was still trying to get Yashima out of that really, really bad habit. It took a long time with Nanaha admittedly, but Yashima it was like pulling teeth, why couldn't she just stop saying it? Was it Compulsive? Even after he corrected her she'd say it again, it confused him. He let out a groan rubbing his forehead, he was going to get a headache thinking about her, so he pushed that aside.
Then the thought of Uzume trying to coerce Hari that brought up more chaos in one event then he could ponder, he sighed scratching the back of his head. That made him nervous, for more reasons than one. He didn't doubt Uzume would try to corrupt the cheerful Hari, probably make her wear one of those costumes and she would do so shamelessly. He'd need to get Ahiko out of here quickly if that happened, even with all the time that has passed. Her temper still wasn't tamed. He walked forward turning left headed for his room, he stopped seeing a door open at the last second. A moment later Minato walked out with a basket in hand, and a green hat on his head. "Minato?" He questioned, looking at him as he shut the door for the ronin.
"O-Oh Ryu-san." Minato said, startled by his appearance. He didn't even hear him coming, his footsteps were completely silent. He vaguely began to think that Ryu was something more than he lead on, or knew more. Whatever the case was he wouldn't pry, better to mind his own business. "I didn't see you there, sorry." He bowed his head.
"It's no big deal." Ryu waved off his concerns, walking passed him down the main foyer into the kitchen. "Don't worry about me I have no dirty clothes." He called before he vanished down the foyer. He always did his own laundry, it was quite the battle with Miya she was insistent that it was no big deal, and that she could do it. Thankfully she agreed, he was glad he was so considerate now that Izumo Inn was filling up. He didn't want to waste anymore time, he needed to eat something and drink something. He was hungry, not having at since breakfast. Minato stared dumbly for a moment, when he pondered on it. He didn't know a whole lot about Ryu. He was a former classmate, in a higher grade. They talked somewhat, Ryu wasn't as harsh as the other kids were. He had a lot of Sekirei, more than him. Yet, he seemed to be... Distant, he couldn't put a finger on it, but he knew Ryu was different in someway. Shaking the thoughts aside, he made his way towards the staircase to get the rest of dirty laundry.
The least he could do now was help Miya.
Ryu rummaged through the fridge finding some leftover miso soup, and a bottle of juice. He snatched the juice, Uzume had a nasty habit of taking the last of the juice. Yes, it was juice, but the juice was good, and she'd do it on purpose to boot. She was certainly a unique Sekirei, even now he couldn't figure out, her veils almost were an extension of herself, a way to cover herself up, it dawned on him. As straightforward Uzume was, she was also mysterious.
For some reason that made him shudder.
He stood up, heating up the rest of the soup. Once it was done he took the steaming bowl into his hands. Heading upstairs towards his room. He needed time to reflect on this day's and the months' events. He couldn't remember the last time he had a quiet day, all day, without any outbursts or mayhem. Things got livelier when Minato moved in, and quickly filled most of the rooms with his own number of Sekirei. Anybody would look at him with envy, and even hatred seeing him with two women and a child. But, Ryu wasn't anybody, he knew Minato had a good heart, although a bit spineless, a bit naive. He narrowly avoided Minato, who was barreling down the stairs, at speeds he seen Sekirei move. Ryu could barely hear his sorry before the ronin was gone, he shrugged. This whole thing had him flustered it seemed.
He seen a flare of fire, heard a wail. That must have been Matsu. She should have had enough sense not to allude to her antics with Kagari he had absolutely no toleration for her antic. He was quite serious, not as serious as himself but serious. He guessed that's why they got along on some level, they didn't play games, had no time for them. He made out bits of a conversation and watched Kagari walked passed him on his way up.
The silver haired man looked pain and furious. He kept one hand placed over his chest, gripping it tightly as if he was being burned from the inside out. Which wouldn't be too far from the truth since he was the fire Sekirei, but this was anything but normal he was undergoing. He could only feel shame and hatred for what was happening to him, how he could only sit back and watch his body slowly change. He repressed the urge to vomit, he only wanted to kill that man with his bare hands, if this got worse he would take Minaka down, consequences be damned.
"Oh, Ryu-tan!" Matsu said, turning around pushing her glasses up on her nose. "I was just in the middle of something..." She giggled starting to make groping motions with her hands, the light reflecting off of her lenses as she inched closer and closer. Ryu looked at her with a blank expression, a slight blush on his face, but that quickly vanished. He didn't forget what she did, that damn laser shooting from the sky, aimed to take out Musubi, but was gunning for him all the same. He had no doubt she didn't care about her choice to involve him in her antics, he scowled. Pissed off. "Would that happen to be... Sending a laser down at me while I'm shopping?" He asked with a small smile, a dark aura flaring around him making Matsu cower down instantly, her breasts jiggled slightly as she trembled, feeling like she was going to suffocate any second. "And letting Minato in your room and being so friendly..."
Matsu couldn't answer as she looked guiltily at him. Is Ryu... Jealous?
"I thought we were bonded..." He said with anger in his voice. "Damn it Matsu!"
"Hold on Ryu-tan just let me explain..." Matsu said sheepishly, sucking in a breath as he relinquished the dark aura surrounding him. "I had to, it was my only chance to see Minato up close, he maybe able to help! I-I'm sorry."
"Way too much info. I'm going in my room to eat. Leave me alone." He grumbled walking away leaving a shocked Matsu behind him. Without sparing a glance he slid his door open stepping into his room. He really wanted to strangle that girl, he didn't condone abuse, and Miya would've beat him senseless, but damn it she dropped a laser on him. And her reasoning was all out of whack, but it felt good making her tremble and squirm, she deserved that and a lot more. But he didn't have time to make her pee her pants from fright, he wanted to eat and reflect on his thoughts.
Minaka sat behind his screen with a wide grin, his fingers laced together, body reclined in the chair. He was waiting for it, any moment now...
"What do you want!?" Came the angry question of Takami, swinging the door open and striding through, annoyance radiating off of her figure.
"Takami-kun!" Minaka said in a fake cheer, or was it. He stood up walking towards the window, his eyes covered by the light reflecting off of his glasses. He had been contemplating lately, about reports that he made sure didn't go out to the public. Not that he was concerned about it, he built MBI up from the ground, but he needed to keep a good image up.
Somewhere in a more, how to put, less savory part of the city, there were fights. A lot of fights, and it didn't involve Sekirei, as far as he knew. But, that didn't change even the reports made him wince, bodies were found of people cut in half, all the way to being beat to the paint you'd never recognize that person again. It was gruesome stuff, it was no secret with the seizing of Shinto Teito things like this could come about, with resources being cut off, the common people, who weren't participating in this game were fighting for a basic means of food, others robbed, and others killed.
He'd received word from one of his informants, there was to be another fight in a few days, at midnight. He didn't know the details, they were vaguely described. But, the strongest person in these fights-who hasn't lost yet-was said to be entering again. It was perfect to see how this person compared to the Sekirei, although if he or she were a far cry from them, which is more likely than the latter thought. He still could see if they had potential, and more so ambition.
With his mind made up, he plastered his signature grin. "Inform Karasuba that she'll be taking the squad out in a few days for an investigation."
"Investigation?" This piqued her interest.
"The details aren't important," Minaka waved off her question. "Now be a dear and do that for me." He said in the same cheery tone, shooing her off. A vein began to throb on her forehead as she glowered at the man who was the father of her children, sometimes she truly despised him. A vein started throbbing on her forehead, as she threw the clipboard in her hand, with a flick of her wrist.
Minaka's eyes widened, as it struck him in the center of the head, knocking him backwards and out of the chair. He groaned in pain clutching his face. Satisfied that he learned his lesson, for now, she left the office heading towards the Discipline Squad. She wondered what got Minaka's interest suddenly, sure there were more deaths, crime rates were up by sixty percent, and the city was completely sealed. Death was common, among those who didn't leave, it was just another day. "I am not your dear."
She could see, how it'd perhaps getting his mind working. There were gruesome things, records of bodies being cut in half and severed, it made her shudder with disgust a real fear. She wasn't sure if there was something so brutal even among the Sekirei, as powerful as they were, and the collateral damage they caused they never actually killed the other. It was one of the only things that made this entire game worthwhile, she was the one to put the rules in place to maintain some order over Minaka's insanity, but she could only do so much. A thought crossed her mind, she tried to ignore it but it gnawed at her, if he was planning on meeting this person, everything could start to fall apart.
Sekirei would be killed.
As long as her son and daughter were left alone, she'd endure all of this, if not for her sake, for theirs, they're all she had.