Yes, Yes I know.. I know! I was just starting and obviously made mistakes, in hindsight I did rush a few things... But too late to go back now.. Eh well, it's a learning experience. Kind of put me on the spot with those two things, but hey I was starting out and just experimenting. However...

Thanks for reading!

"This is really good!" Luna exclaimed shoving a piece of pancake into her mouth, chewing it with a joy on her face that was rarely seen on anything living. "This is american?"

"Yeah." Koto replied finishing off the rest of his bacon and eggs, the pancakes he ate first since they could get messy with all the syrup. And considering how much he had to make just for the of them he would be covered in syrup from head to toe in a matter of minutes. Luckily he had much better manners when it came to eating, he could shove it down like Benitsubasa could, but he ate much more delicately. He took up cooking during his training, Karasuba wasn't going to feed him and Yume as much as she wanted to cook for him she was busy with missions, so he learned with trail and error. A lot of trial and error.

"I never knew you could cook, why didn't you tell me?" Luna questioned with wonder in her eyes. Koto looked away for a moment, he wasn't exactly proud that he could cook, that was a job more for women. He wasn't a sexist by any means, he was the only body on an all girl squad, but women took care of the more mundane tasks' cooking, cleaning, raising the young, etc. Men were the protectors, they went to war and fought they didn't have time to cook and clean they were too busy providing for the family, they were the pillar the foundation. "Oh, I know why." Luna rolled her eyes whistling loudly.

"Do tell." Koto retorted with a challenging look in his eyes.

Challenge accepted. "You're a guy, and I know you're not a sexist but you're a traditionalist." Luna's eyes gleamed as she stared him down mischief creeping into those light orbs. Koto was hard to read, he was aloof and detached, but passionate and had a strong sense of duty. At times it confused her beyond the depths of confusion, detached but bound by honor and duty, aloof but passionate. You are a hard man to figure out. She thought, though they've been close for years she still couldn't read him.

"I won't deny that." Koto admitted not backing down from that gleam shining in her eyes.

"So if we were to have kids you'd be the provider and I'd be the housewife?" Luna questioned carefully. She wasn't sure if Koto was going to openly answer the question, he was a blunt and direct person so he'd answer. But, she was certain this question tread in that territory where he didn't want to go and where she could only dream of them going. She was a warrior yes, she was on the Discipline Squad yes, but she was still a woman and it was nice to have feelings reciprocated. Problem with Koto was that he didn't show those feelings so easily, the first time she seen a spark of emotion was when they sparred for the first time, and the second and most recent was during their late night encounter.

"We'd still train together of course..." Koto froze realizing what he said. He admitted that in the far future they would or could be together and have a flock of children, knowing Luna she'd want five kids, he was not looking forward to the headaches of sobs and nasty diapers. He sighed softly locking eyes with Luna, they stared at each other for a few short moments and then Luna let out a loud yell of triumph as she bounded from the room like a four year old leaving behind an empty plate and a flustered Koto.

"Luna get back here!" He yelled to her retreating form chasing after her.

"We have to go patrol remember?~" Luna sang.

"I'm going to patrol something and it isn't this stupid forsaken city!"

"Are you talking dirty to me!?"

"Quiet and stop running!"

"Make me!"

"I really love you."

"I love you too."

"Can you carry me more?"

"Absolutely not."

Uzume scowled at Ryu's blunt answer, despite him carrying her bridal style as they left the hotel they were staying in. Since neither brought any clothes with them besides the ones on their back they got dressed in them and took their leave. Uzume walked with a limp and her boots only enhanced the limp and she almost fell a few times, Ryu couldn't hold back the sigh that escaped his lips when he was watching her trying to walk in those damned things, but true to his word he scooped her up into his arms and she swooned. The desk clerk wasn't the same woman as the night before, but she still paid them no mind too busy with her work.

He was glad a man carrying a girl like Uzume dressed the way she was dressed raised a lot of questions. Questions he didn't want to answer since it was nobody's business aside from their own. He hated nosey people, always getting into affairs that have nothing to do with them. It was another one of those things that happened at high school he wasn't so fond of, people shoved themselves into things they didn't belong and in turn that resulted in every kid besides him and Minato flapping their gums. Despite not really wanting to carry her, he was enjoying it, he felt a pang of pride, perhaps because she couldn't walk without that limp or he fact her legs were shaking last night, or it was all of the above and the fact his han was right by her perfect ass and the other just hovering near her breast.

If the Viagra was still coursing through his veins like an erupting volcano he would have threw her down and start ravishing her, but thankfully it wasn't running through him and the raging boner receded. He didn't know Yashima would ever come up with such a ludicrous and ridiculous plan such as spiking his sake, sure there was the joke of popping a ruffie or two in a water bottle, but he took that as a joke. But, she did, and he could only imagine what was going on at the Inn now, that aside Uzume was a great release for all of that rushing blood and arousal, and she gladly took that and so much more from him. "I'm sore..." Uzume said quietly as she nuzzled her head in his chest, inhaling his scent of cucumber melon and something else she wasn't sure of, she felt at peace and comfy in his grasp. Maybe it was her aching head from the hangover, but she never wanted this to end, she didn't want him to let go, she wanted him to keep her close just like this.

"I know.." Ryu's chest vibrated as he spoke tickling the edges of her cheeks. "Your legs were shaking last night." He smiled, that was new with his Sekirei, even Matsu never got to that point. To the point of passing out from pleasure and exhaustion yes, but never did her legs shake, and never did she keep her legs closed when they were in the middle of an encounter. Uzume giggled, smacking her fist on his chest, it didn't hurt it was just a love touch she scratched his back a lot harder last night and in the shower.

"That is so not funny."

"It is and very enjoyable."

"For you." Uzume pouted her brown eyes getting bigger, was she giving him the puppy eyes? "Poor ol me can hardly walk. And I thought you would gentle."

"You weren't saying that last night. I recall you saying 'harder! Harder! Harder you bastard! Don't stop!'" Ryu said chuckling when she gave him another punch on the chest, this time he felt a little thought it wasn't painful. He did enjoy when she got like this, he could swear he seen a faint very faint blush spreading across her cheeks, she was rarely flustered and normally he wouldn't continue. But now was different. "And I remember your putting both of your legs over your head and on my shoulders."

"Ryu-kun!" Uzume feigned shock, hugging him tighter. "That is no reason. You ravished me with those beastly urges Miya's always warning us about." This time it was Ryu's turn to blush ever so slightly, he wasn't sure why he was but he was nonetheless. Miya would put that so fondly constantly scolding him for his beastly urges and asking what she was going to do with him, he wasn't so easily tamed, and she tried that one time to find out he was wild. She was limping slightly for a good three days after that, he was proud of that, and he never knew she could make such unique sounds. Perhaps covering her mouth got a different effect. "You grabbed my ankles."

"Ah, yes I did." He kept that same smirk that Uzume just loved, but at this moment she was getting a little annoyed. He could be cocky at times, times like this when he left her legs shaking and womanhood pulsing with a dull pain. There was a reason why she wanted him to carry her, aside from not knowing how to walk in boots, she could hardly balance in them when she put them on and the ache in her center was prominent. She did enjoy being in his arms so that was always a plus. The two walked in silence, both enjoying it very much, it was rare, and would become almost impossible to have a moment like this in the future. Uzume looked around at their surroundings, her brown eyes curiously scanning everything as they continued their stroll. She was expecting to be seeing the sparse houses every several blocks or so in the north, but instead they were going towards the hospital.

Crap. Was the one and only thought running through her head. She didn't want him running into Higa, Kakizaki, or one of their Sekirei. He had a nasty temper that startled her to this day, although it was hard to make him that angry but if there was someone that could do it, it would be those two. She could only see the faces of the Sekirei she left at death's door eyes dimming with a mysterious expression all in the name of love, for Chiho. "Where are we going?"

"The hospital." Ryu answered not missing a beat or stride in his step, he kept his head up and eyes trained forward. "Karei told me that Chiho wants to speak to me.. About what or whom I'm not sure but it sounded important, So I'm going there to talk to her." He shrugged his shoulders his face going blank as he looked down at her with a soft look in his eyes that she rarely ever seen. A thousand arguments came to mind, why he shouldn't go there, why they should go back to the Inn but they all died upon seeing that look in his eyes. It wasn't up for negotiation and he wasn't going to argue about. "Just for a few minutes, we need to start moving today."

"I know!" Uzume swooned, her negative thoughts receding. "I can't wait to see our home! I can finally walk around completely naked without worrying about Miya hitting me."

"Toyotama said the same thing." Ryu mused a loud. It was strange before Toyotama couldn't stand Uzume, okay so she couldn't stand any of his Sekirei but especially Uzume. She was too touchy, too open, and just lecherous. One too many times did he have to hold Toyotama back because Uzume was fondling her breasts and ass, and her excuse was 'I just want to check the size and if its toned.' But now, they seemed a little more similar at least in the sense they were tired of being scolded by Miya and just wanted to let loose.

"I don't doubt it. Miya's rules are way too strict and that pot she uses is harder than concrete." Uzume grimaced just thinking about getting smacked over the head with it when she forgot to wear a shirt or her underwear downstairs. It wasn't her fault she was free spirited and liked to walk around in the nude, well she did but when she seen a thousand masks radiating over Miya hissing with blistering red eyes she made sure to at least wear a bra and or panties. She shivered again, that was one thing she never wanted to endure again. "If it's not the pot it's that scary mask.. Speaking of which why don't you get scared?"

"I spar with her, so those masks are the least bit of my worries. Compared to her swordplay that's like a puppy." He responded.

"You're crazy." Uzume said with a sigh but laughed anyways. "I don't know how you and Musubi actually enjoy going against her, she's a monster."

"I know." He smiled cheekily. "And that's not nice, Miya is strong but not a monster. Have you seen monsters?'

"Like the kaiju?" Uzume asked laughing when she seen him scowl. Karei had a million tales to tell, and Kaijus were her favorite tales to tell.

Toyotama was in a foul mood as she stared out her window at the city miles away. She wasn't normally this angry in the morning, considering she took a bath with Ryu or sparred with Miya or Musubi. Unfortunately she didn't have that today, and instead was confined to her room upon the orders of Miya last night, she wasn't going to argue with her about that choice at least not now. She could trade back and forth when it came to verbal disputes, but she felt so tired and drained, and only anger radiated from her.

Yashima, the little thing, told on her. Told Miya a complete lie and twisted her words to gain favor. She wasn't surprised, honestly she was expecting that to happen Yashima couldn't take responsibility and pushed the blame on anyone else, it just so happened to be her last night. What she wasn't expecting was Yashima to tell on Nanaha for their small and brief fight in their room, Sekirei fights were one on one and only had to do with them. Whether it was initiated indoors or outdoors it was between them. That meant that there was no telling like a four year old petulant child. She wasn't the one that hit Yashima, so she wasn't overly concerned but Nanaha from what she seen was a mess after an early morning sparring session. She hadn't seen Yashima, not even for a second or heard hr annoying voice.

So she sat, waiting for Miya to come in her room and scold her for something she didn't do or say. She didn't say a peep about Viagra or spiking his sake with it, that was all Yashima's plan in that twisted little head of her's. He doesn't need it. Toyotama thought silently as she brooded over the unfortunate events, that last thing Ryu would ever need was that and to add to that he had a boatload of sake.. In all aspects that little plan was sound, but she had nothing to do with it, she wouldn't go through all of that trouble. "This is bunk..." She muttered after several minutes crept on by, impatient to move around she gripped her hair, but relaxed seeing the door open and Miya stepped in with a certain grace.

"Toyotama-san." Miya stared but the forest green haired women cut her off.

"Miya-san with all due respect, I would never tell Yashima to spike Ryu's sake with Viagra.. Enough Viagra to put down an elephant. I don't know what she told you but I had no part in that." She didn't use one of her preferred names for Yashima like thing, bitch, cunning little wench, nor did she start spewing profanities knowing Miya didn't allow foul language for any reason. Judging from that look on Miya's face she was contemplative and thoughtful, her violet eyes that seemed so much like Ryu's yet keenly different, showed little emotion. That rotten little bitch I swear I'm going to... She seethed in fury mentally as she kept up her placid mask.

"Nonetheless." Miya said after a long pause, leveling a steady gaze with Toyotama, "You still gave her the idea."

"I did not." Toyotama bit out. "I may have said have sex with him before I do, but I never told her to spike his sake with Viagra." Toyotama kept her voice level not allowing it to shake despite the anger that was making her shoulders vibrate. How dare that little weakling pin the blame on her for her own stupid mistakes and ill plans, if she wanted to have sex with Ryu all she had to do was ask or talk to him, he didn't bite.. At least not hard.

Miya cleared her throat gently ignoring the blunt remark from Toyotama. She was lucky Kusano was with Minato at the moment downstairs helping clean the dining room with Kuno otherwise she would smack her upside the head. She was well used to Toyotama's blunt nature, she said what was on her mind and showed her emotions, especially anger easily. But, as she figured Toyotama wasn't lying in the least, she knew what to look for when someone was lying. A racing heart, an increase in their energy from anxiety, fear, agitation, sweat on the sides of the face or between the brows, even a flicker in the eyes was enough for her to pick up on it. But Toyotama sat unchanging before her, she couldn't be lying. "I see..." Miya sighed softly. "You can leave your room, but this isn't to happen ever again. Okay?" Miya smiled sweetly, closing her eyes and tilting her head to the side slightly.

"Y-Yes!" Toyotama squeaked in fright as she felt her blood run cold, no longer wanting to be weighed down by Miya's oppressive aura she ran out of the room not even sliding the door shut. "She scares the shit out of me..." Toyotama muttered as she vanished down the hall and the flight of stairs.

"Ryu-kun should be back soon, I better go and make sure everything is clean." Miya said to herself as she exited the room sliding the door shut quietly and beginning her walk down the hall.

Yomi was a busy girl these days, she helped Miya cook and clean, and when she wasn't doing that she was sparring or bathing. But she was nervous, extremely so since it was her night out with Ryu, and if last night was anything to go by he wouldn't be happy. She heard Yashima crying and as much as she wanted to comfort her she didn't do so, she figured the entire plan went to shit and she was crumbling, but that didn't explain why Nanaha and Toyotama looked livid. So she busied herself like she normally did during the day, she wasn't sure what to wear tonight and that'd be a whole other ordeal, she couldn't wear her battle outfit. "Yomi-san?" She looked to the side pushing the thoughts down and stared at Kuno with a stack of dishes. "Where should I put these?" Yomi took half of them leading her to a cabinet that was just above the sink and set them in, taking the ones Kuno held and setting them with the others.

"Thanks for your help!" Yomi beamed as she looked around the near spotless dining room, there were almost no signs of the party besides some confetti where she had no idea where it came from and pieces of paper. She was expecting the dining room to be a mess, a severe mess like a tornado swept through it along with a hurricane, thankfully that wasn't the case.

"I'm happy to help." Kuno replied with a very small smile. "Is there anything else I could do?"

The floor is clean, dishes are clean, garbage is thrown out, tables are clean... Yomi listed several things off in her head, her eyes fixed on the ceiling as she thought about it. No there wasn't much aside from just picking up a few things that weren't too nasty or important. "No, that's all. You should go take a bath now, I think Haruka-san is taking one as we speak." Kuno nodded after a silent moment and trotted out of the dining room and towards the bath house. She had to remember to thank Ahiko for being so helpful and showing Kuno around so she didn't get lost. She was about to rummage through the fridge but caught the sight of forest green hair. "Toyotama-san?"

"Just Toyotama." The amazon replied her expression showing anger but it was slowly receding. Perhaps Yomi should have left her alone but she was curious as to what she'd be experiencing tonight. She knew Toyotama had more than one intimate encounter with Ryu the girl practically bragged about it whenever she was asked and at times there was a lot of detail. "What's up?" Toyotama's eyes gleamed with interest as she sauntered into the dining room, moving towards the fridge and grabbing a banana.

"Um, well..." Yomi cleared her throat nervously not sure how to word or phrase it. But since she was speaking with Toyotama she figured it'd be better to be blunt and straightforward than skate around the subject. While Yomi debated a course of action, Toyotama unpeeled the banana halfway and took a bite out of it, she normally didn't eat fruit. It could get too soft and over ripe, and bananas bruised easily. "You and Ryu have been close for some time..." Yomi started uncertainly seeing Toyotama nod a few times she continued. "Well, I was wondering if you could.. Help me out with what to wear tonight and what I should be... Expecting to be working with.." She blushed faintly looking away.

Hmmm this could be entertaining. Toyotama thought as she took another bite out of her banana staring at Yomi fidgeting every few seconds. This was too good, she heard that Yomi was a complete and utter pervert joining the ranks of Matsu, but she didn't see that perverted side now and saw a more refined and shy side that she could appreciate. "Umm, is it like the banana?" Yomi asked after a few minutes since neither were talking and she couldn't fight the blush that was turning her cheeks a rosy red.

"Nope." Toyotama said taking another bite and opening the fridge, pulling out an uncut cucumber. It was probably going to be used for their dinner tonight, if they were still residing her that is. She wasn't sure about the others but she was already packed and ready to go. She held the cucumber in one hand a small smirk creasing at the edge of her lips as she watched Yomi's eyes turn into saucers. This is entertaining.. She laughed mentally as she waved it around, Yomi's eyes tracing it's every move.

"I-It's not that big!" Yomi stuttered almost falling on the back of her head as the blood drained from her head, she felt dizzy and her stomach turned into knots as she thought about something that big going inside of her. How was it going to fit? "How is that going to fit inside of me and how am I not supposed to gag on it?" Yomi questioned nervously looking at Toyotama with wide eyes, seeing this Toyotama only smirked more she had Yomi right where she wanted her. "It's my first time doing anything like this.!" She exclaimed her entire face turning red as thousand of thoughts, each one more and more arousing and intimidating than the next swarmed through her mind.

"Now now." Toyotama wagged the cucumber at her with that ever present smirk and gleam in her eyes. "No need to be so nervous Yomi. Ryu is quite the gentlemen I'm sure if you ask him to be gentle he'll gladly do it." Seeing Yomi's eyes shine with relief she reeled in the bait with the fish. "If he could be gentle that is.. That man is wild!" She swooned recalling all the times they made love, she wanted to be the dominate one, and she was if only for a few minutes until he got back on top. "As for an outfit... I can think of something." Toyotama offered with a smile tossing the banana peel out and slowly putting the cucumber back into the fridge.

"H-He's... Not really... that big is he?" Yomi asked nervously, she could already feel the ache of her maidenhood. Maybe sex wasn't what everyone talked it up to be, not if something the size of that cucumber or bigger was just shoved right into her.

"No." Toyotama said simply causing Yomi to look at her intently. "If he was the big he couldn't wear pants."

"I... Didn't think about that." Yomi said thoughtfully. It made sense that if he was that big pants and shorts would be a no and underwear a hell no. That wouldn't be good considering Miya's rules. Better not to think of a situation like that.. She thought. "So what should I wear?" She wasn't sure if she should look overly nice, wear a dress, or maybe a blouse and skirt, or did he just want her to wear whatever. Choices upon choices. Toyotama looked her up and down a few times humming to herself.

Ryu wasn't fussy in that sense, he didn't care what they wore really. Though in public he didn't like the stares and ogling and he'd grumble a string of curse about her top that showed her entire midriff. But, that aside he didn't really care one way or another as long as they weren't walking around naked or in bikinis. Her heart soared at the thought, he was so protective and possessive of them, she wanted to tell him to shut up when he went on about modesty but she couldn't when he was so sincere and serious. He really wanted them to be naked just in front of him or wear things like bikinis just in front of him. Well she was happy to oblige. "Ryu doesn't really care what we wear as long as we aren't half naked in public... But I'll help you out." Toyotama took her hand before Yomi could even respond and dragged her off to the room.

"I'd never be half naked in public!" Yomi exclaimed with bright cheeks.

Tsukiumi stared out the window, her ever present scowl was deeper and her blue eyes gleamed with anger. So much anger she could hardly believe it herself. Minato, her Ashikabi, the man she gave herself to was so... So.. Stupid! What was he thinking helping Haruka and Kuno, helping them escape the city so they didn't have to fight!? It was madness of the highest order, Sekirei were born to fight, their duty was to fight until the very end; not run like a sniveling coward, not seek help from another to escape.

The least they could do was grow a pair and escape on their own. Why did they drag Minato into it? Why did he himself agree to help them? Didn't he know the consequences of doing so, the Discipline Squad would be all over them like salt on fish, and that's not to mention MBI targeting them as enemies. She could give two craps less about the Discipline Squad or MBI, even if there was a demon among them as she heard, she didn't care, she only cared about Minato and his safety. "What's is thee thinking?" She muttered bitterly clenching her hands into fists until her knuckles paled and she felt the skin starting to break.

Why was he helping those two worthless trifles? Those two would only drag him down and put him in danger. They had no spine, had no resolve, had no will. They were worthless pieces of trash in her eyes, she wasn't taking on charity cases and she'd be damned if Minato was going to start becoming mister fix it, hell no. It'd be a cold day in hell.

"Tsukiumi are you in there?" She turned her head at the voice, so soft and at ease. She wanted to scream, wanted to launch a volley of water at the door and at the man on the other side but she couldn't bring herself to do it, not now at least. Maybe he finally came to his senses and wouldn't he helping those two mongrels in their futile ill thought out escapade.

"Yes." Was her simple and cut response, her eyes flicked to the door and she watched Minato enter with an uncertain expression in his eyes and face. She hadn't shown her face since yesterday and very well wanted to be alone, but she couldn't say no to him now.

"Is it okay if we talk?" He asked taking a seat in front of her, crossing his legs.

"You needn't to ask." Tsukiumi said her frown deepening as she stared at him intently. "You are my Ashikabi, you can always talk to me!"

"Right, sorry." Minato said sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. He wasn't sure how he was going to word this, if he should even try for that matter. Tsukiumi was adamant that she wasn't going to help, the idea itself seemed to make her stomach twist and retch. He didn't understand as hard as he tried, he wasn't a Sekirei so he was in the unknown, perhaps she'd be able to shed some light on the matter. Hopefully. "I'd like to ask you again if you'll help."

Tsukiumi's eyes narrowed blazing with so much anger Minato himself felt his skin starting to heat up, and it wasn't the same feeling her got when Musubi would bury him in her breasts with one of her hugs.