Chapter 9

If you are a gambler, then your brain is constantly calculating the odds. You don't even have to be in a poker game to calculate odds. Everyday life brings about constant situations whereby we calculate odds. The most simple of things require odds such as…

'Should I rather study or cheat?'

'Should I rather ask mother or father?'

It doesn't really matter what's happening but one thing always remains. We choose the odds that favour us. Now if you were in a situation where 108 aliens are versing 2 infected humans then it would be, extremely, safe to assume who would win the fight but it would appear that these aliens defy our beliefs on creatures outside our planet AND the odds.

Minato and Yukari were fighting, no… they were dancing. It seemed as though 'over-whelming numbers' had no effect on the siblings, granted that they weren't moving at their own volition but rather at the command of the alien parasites but it was still gobsmacking. The two would find the tiniest of gaps and would slip into them with relative ease, as if they could predict what was going to happen and act accordingly. The duo had bruises and cut on different part of their body but those hits were luck at best. There was blood everywhere but it was clear as day that that blood did not derive from the Sahashi siblings.

"Hey Mikasa…" Nato said as he dodged a vertical slash from Miya whilst simultaneously drawing his sword, impaling Number 62 in the stomach. She fell to her feet instantly.

"Yeah?" Mikasa said as she jumped over number 21, locking the Sekirei's head between her legs then shifting her waist, effectively spinning Mikasa and snapping 21's neck. Dead on the spot.

"This turned out to be more entertaining than we thought." Nato said enthusiastically. The conversation between the two/lovers was infuriating the Sekirei to no end. They then all stopped their advances at the duo and jumped a good 5 meters away from them. This made Nato and Mikasa raise their eyebrows in interest as to what they were planning.

"Stop right here! Those bodies you possessed are running out blood and you won't have a chance to slither your way into another human body. Surrender and die!" Miya yelled at the Sahashi kids. What Number 1 said was true. Over the course of the 20 minute battle, the possessed bodies had suffered cuts and bruising in key areas and blood was pouring out of those wounds like a fountain. The aliens had 5 minutes at best but knowing this only seemed to make the duo excited.

"We know that! We don't care about these filthy humans! You'll be dead before then and if not… well then we'll accept death happily!" Nato replied happily with a crazy look on his face. His gaze fell behind the imposing figure of Miya and towards the broken and riddled form of Karasuba who was staring him with tear filled eyes. She was truly the polar opposite of her former self.

"Please…" Karasuba all but whispered but it was loud enough for the aliens to hear. Miya never thought she would ever feel sorry for her former discipline squad member. Karasuba was no longer fighting between her killer side and her composed self. Today had made Number 4 a mass of flesh seeking only thing…

'Minato…' Karasuba thought to herself, hoping against hope that she could somehow reach her Ashikabi through telepathy. Somewhere deep inside her mind she was asking herself how she got in this mess to begin with considering that she was only planning on using Minato as a means to an end. As fucked as it might seem, she may have wanted to use Nato's warning as an indication to run for the hills but her inner warrior refused to run from an insignificant human.

She fought

And she fought

And she fought with her inner turmoil over Minato ever since hearing of his story, her admiration for him being able to turn his life around after such a traumatic childhood grew with each passing day and eventually the line separating admiration and love blurred into obscurity. Had someone told her that the centre of her being would change from mass-genocide to a lowly human, she would have laughed at the person then promptly decapitated his head for being an idiot.

It was the night when she slept naked in Minato's bed that she finally understood just how madly in love she was with him. There was no denying it from then on out. Minato was her everything…

She would take a bullet for him…

She couldn't live without him…

She wanted to be his everything…

You couldn't get Karasuba without Minato…

They were one…

Karasuba turned her head to the one person that was going through the same thing as her but she could only gasp in shook in the vacant look plastered on the face of Kazehana. It didn't take long for Karasuba to deduce what that look meant.

'She's given up on her Ashikabi… I can't afford to think like that! To… to look like that!' Karasuba internally yelled. Minato was coming back to her… right? The sound of laughter brought her attention to the parasite that had hi-jacked Yukari's body.

"You look awfully… dejected there Kazehana. Wanna say goodbye before you die?" Mikasa said mockingly. Kazehana could only open and close her mouth like a fish out of water.

"I love you Kazehana…" It was the unmistakable voice of Yukari speaking to the Wind type Sekirei. If there was one emotion present in the face of both Sekirei and Ashikabi, it would be extreme pain. A loud foreboding scream erupted from Yukari's lips and her body started to turn grey with her veins turning black. This was due to Shiina sneaking up on the person of interest whilst they were distracted. The loud scream was cut short when a gust of razor sharp wind removed Yukari's head from her body. It was at that point that Kazehana broke down to tears as she held the head of her lover.

"I… love… you… too…" she said in between her sobs of despair.

No one reacted on time when Nato, all of a sudden, lunged at a still paralyzed Karasuba. She knew it was over for her the moment his sword was a few centimetres from her throat but after a moment she noticed that the blade hadn't made contact it. Slowly opening her eyes she saw that the parasite had frozen in place and judging by the look on its face, it was clearing having a battle with Minato.

"Karasuba…" It was Minato. It seemed that he found a way to temporarily take over his body. "Please forgive me my love…" With those last words and the last of his strength, Minato wiped the Katana around and drove it straight into his heart.

3 months later.

Minato had been surviving off several life-support machines for 3 months but was in a deep coma. Today was the day that they would switch off the machines so that Minato could finally rest in peace and look after his sister again. With a flick of a switch, Karasuba had effectively killed her lover. She bent down, delivering her final kiss on his lips before leaving.

Had she not left in such a hurry she would have noticed that his heart monitor was still beeping and a single tear escape his left eye.

End of story!

Thanks for all the support I got on this story. I hope many of you enjoyed it!

I will write another Sekirei Fanfic next year January maybe…

Loads of love

That African Kid

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