Disclaimer: Sekirei is owned by Sakurako Gokurakuin. I'm just writing a story with it.

Minato Sahashi looked at the results for the third time, wishing he had missed his number, but after looking it through there was no denying it.

He had failed the entrance exam.

Damn it…

"Ouch, looks like Sahashi failed for the second time!"

Damn it. Damn it. Damn it.

"Really!? Pfffhaha, guess he had to learn the hard way that college ain't for him!"

He spun around, but the voices of the owners were nowhere to be found in the crowd of happy faces.

DAMN IT!

The nineteen-year-old boy held the dead phone in his hand while he stared out the train window. He knew that he would have to call his mother soon or later or find himself worsening the situation considerably.

A deep breath and a press later, and his cellphone sprung back into life.

Two missed calls from his mom and three from his little sister. Fantastic.

Minato sighed and called the Matriarch of the family, Takami Sahashi. There had barely passed a second before the call was answered.

"Hey, mom."

"I tried calling, but your phone was off. Did you pass?"

Why did it sound like she already knew the answer?

"No, sorry mom, I failed."

"I see."

He flinched. She really did doubt him getting into college from the beginning.

"What are you going to do now?"

His chest tightened. "... I-I'll figure it out. Bye." He closed the phone and sank into his seat.

Should I go home and lay in my bed?

A massive building revealed itself in the window: The largest tower in Teito, and headquarters of Mid Bio Informatics, or MBI for short. He had wanted to work there like a lot of his former classmates, but now the best he could do was becoming a janitor there.

He grit his teeth as the train doors opened to the station he would have to get off on if he wanted to head home.

Screw that, I'll go to the arcade.

The doors closed and he leaned back in his seat to pinch the bridge of his nose — missing the big breasted shrine maiden falling from the sky outside.

Heh, guess I'm not all useless.

A small tournament had taken place in the arcade, and although Minato had only gotten fifth place, it still earned him 8000 yen to buy something other than cup noodles for the month.

Such was the way of living on a strict mother's allowance. Yet, perhaps that had come with a curse of some sort because it felt like he was being watched.

It's starting to get dark… I should head home before s—

"Hey, you!"

He turned around and saw a guy with fake blond hair and two hooded guys closing in around him.

This… This can't be happening.

"We saw you winning fifth place," said the guy in the middle as he cracked his knuckles, "and we're kinda short on money if you catch my drift."

He knew the city was something else, but this was absurd. He had barely gone down a shortcut, and he was already getting robbed. "Why me?" He had wished there was some strength behind his question, but it came out a whisper.

"Eh, you're alone, so we picked you," answered the blond leader.

That hurt more than it should. "Listen." He used everything he had to not break down in tears. "I-I just failed my entrance exam for the second time in a row, could you just let me go, please?"

"That's rough, kiddo," said the leader with a grimace, "but nah you're simply too perfect of a target. So cough up the money, and we won't give you more reasons to cry."

Minato felt something brittle inside him.

Not only had he failed the entrance exam. Not only had he gotten mocked by his former classmates. Not only had his own fucking mother doubted him.

Now he was even getting robbed by these bastard yakuza-wannabes.

"No."

"No? Heh. Do you know what we're going to do to you?"

Minato clenched his hands. "I know," he brought his fists up, "and I've had too shitty of a day to care."

"Suit yourself. Get him, boys!"

The two lackeys charged him, and he congratulated the fastest with a kick to the stomach. Sadly that allowed the other one to get a neck-punch in, but that only infuriated him further, and he twisted his body to deliver a hook to the bastard's face.

I can do this! These fuckers are all talk and no—!?

Agonizing pain slammed into his jaw and threw him to the ground.

"Whew! Fought like a cornered animal he did! Good thing I brought my trusty pipe... Oy, Jackie! Get his wallet."

Minato screamed.

"Ugh… Yes, boss."

Someone kicked him in the stomach.

"That should do it! Come on, let's scram before the cops show up!"

Minato could do nothing but scream as the pain threatened to rip his mind apart; while his mouth filled with blood and shattered teeth.

How long he screamed, he had no idea, but at some point, his mind just shut down from the pain.

"Hmm… these bugs sure fight slowly..." The grey-haired woman with the same colored haiori jacket frowned. "But they do make such wonderful noises." She smiled at the screaming boy below.

Karasuba had merely gone out to get some air for her nodachi before she decided on getting winged by Natsuo or not. But what the fourth Sekirei had found instead had been mildly amusing.

A boy on the eve of manhood had spoken with such exhilarating despair — only to end on the ground with a broken jaw.

The wailing died down.

Guess that was all he could muster. Oh well, maybe I can find some early winged ones to put down.

She gave the now passed out black-haired boy a last glance, before jumping away to a nearby roof.

Pain… Pain Pain PAIN!

Minato's eyes flew up, he tried to groan, but the movement caused a spike of agony.

"Aublprgh!" He pucked. Searing stomach-acid tore through his wounded mouth — causing unimaginable torment to emerge.

He screamed a minuscule scream — his throat was too sore to produce anything louder. He kept at it until it became a broken giggle.

W...Why me?

His hand went down to his pocket for his cellphone. It was empty.

Heh...

The college failure kept giggling as adrenaline kicked in and dampened the pain enough for him to laugh a full-on broken laughter.

What a fucking joke!

He slammed his fist down in the ground — uncaring of the wound he made — and stood up. The world was spinning, but he didn't care. He needed his bed, and he needed it now.

How many steps he had taken, he had no idea. But what he did know that he was outside the alley, and the street was still empty…

"Well hello, handsome~"

Minato glance to his side and found some tall whore with a broken understanding of what bikini-tops were suppose cover.

He had no time to waste on her and continued.

"Hey~ It's bad manners to ignore a girl."

The voice had come from the other side than where she had been, but he kept moving.

Something grabbed his wrist. "Hello~ I was talking to you."

"Bove it Bhore!" He ripped his hand forward — but it didn't move an inch.

What!?

"My~ to have such strength on the brink of passing out. You truly are top-tier Ashikabi material." Minato once more tried to rip his hand out, but to no avail, the girl's strength was unworldly. "Let's 'discuss in depth somewhere else~"

She spun him around and threw him over the shoulder before taking off.

He blinked. Trying to reason what was taking place. He was moving at insane speed through the air. There was only one explanation. Well, two; either he was being carried off to Hell by a second-rate succubus, or he was hallucinating the whole thing.

Before he could decide what to believe he was placed down — in an abandoned warehouse.

Fuck me. Haven't I suffered enough? Am i also getting organ harvested?

"So!" The second-rate girl clapped her hands together. "Here's the deal. You're an Ashikabi, and I'm a Sekirei. We should hook up."

Minato stared at the short-haired whore and wondered if whatever she took would dull his pain.

"Now, I know we're told to keep it a secret, but good ol' Hatae have never been one for following orders, hehe~"

Either that or she belonged to some cult of some kind.

"To put it quickly; 108 Sekirei is released in the city — like me — and we're all looking for our Ashikabi — like you — to wing us and make yours~"

… Cult it fucking is, but is it the bad kind of cult or the good k—

"Which means you can have a whole slew of sexy women, like my triplets, if we strike while plenty is available!"

The bad kind it is. He deadpanned. "Bo."

She turned to him with a surprised look. "I'm sorry, I think I misheard?"

"Bo."

The whore blushed. "I-I see, you only want me as your Sekirei~"

Whatever had brittle before... snapped.

Minato shot up and backhanded her. "No! Bucking Bell get it Bight! BI'm NOT Bbnenterested in youBr Bwcking CULT!" It hurt like a bitch to speak, but it was worth it to make it clear.

The girl stood frozen in an expression of pure shock.

He took as his cue to leave — no doubt the whore had lulled a whole lot of men to this 'Ashikabi cult' with the same talk she gave him.

"Hehehehe~"

Something had changed in the atmosphere. It was heavy and dangerous — and aimed at him.

"You rejected me~"

He looked back and saw that a Cheshire smile of sharp teeth had spread on the demon's lips. "Good~ Good~ That means your not my Ashikabi~" She reached behind her — and pulled out two claw knives straight from the bowels of hell. "Which means you'll become someone else's Ashikabi. You'll become a threat." Her voice was cold as the grave, and he knew what would happen next.

So this is it… I'm going to get dragged to hell by a cheap demon skank… Is this really how it will end?

"Die for my true Ashikabi!"

FUCK NO!

He threw up his fists. "BWRING IT BITCH!"

If he were getting dragged to hell, then it wouldn't be by some second-rate succubus...

The girl shot forward.

No...

He closed his eyes and swung his arm.

It would be by the three-headed hound of Hades, Cerberus himself!

But his fist connected against… nothing?

Minato knew he had lost it — but him hitting and feeling nothing was a step too far on the scale.

Suddenly hot liquid washed over him.

What th—

A piercing scream almost deafened him, and he shot his eyes open — only to wish that he hadn't.

The demon's arms were cut off from the elbow and was spilling gallons of blood all over the place. The desperate girl kept screaming and flayed her severed limbs around before falling down. "The Black D-Dog… Why?" She whispered it, and then she perished.

Minato was shaking. He couldn't stop shaking, but he couldn't move for that matter.

The bloodlust in the warehouse made the dead demon's feel like the time he jokingly called his little sister's flat chested. It was nothing compared to what was in the building.

And he knew what it was.

'Speak of the devil, and he shall appear'...

He chuckled which became full-on mad laughter, as the monster moved closer in.

So I got my wish fulfilled...

There was only enough energy left for one last act of defiance.

Mother… Yukari…

The monster was within reach. Minato clenched his right fist to the knuckles popped.

I'm sorry.

He threw the punch — and missed — striking nothing.

Heh… Guess I really was a failure…

A grey blur appeared before his eyes, and everything faded away.

A/N

Ahh, I simply could not get this idea out of my mind. So I had to write it down, hope you all enjoyed it!