An Ashikabi of a Different Feather

~Some slight AU(such as some Sekirei being paired with different Ashikabi,etc). Akistu is only confirmed Sekirei for my OC so far, will have others in future. Rated T for some language, violence and nudity. Rating may go up in future due to possible violence and/or adult situations. Possible Lemons in future, not confirmed as yet due to the fact I've never written a Lemon before.

~Disclaimer- I don't own anything from Sekirei, only my OC's.

-Key-

"Thoughts"

"Speech."

Part 1-Prologue

July 2020 ~ Tokyo, Japan

A figure sighed as it walked down the sidewalk, casually weaving it's way through the crowded pedestrian traffic that was the norm for such a day in the urban metropolis that is Tokyo. To any observer that cared to take notice this figure didn't match the vast majority of peoples that shared the sidewalk with him. For one, he was easily a head taller than the average male and from there the differences continued to become apparent. His hair wasn't the normal black; it was a dark blonde, cut short. His skin was fairer, his eyes not dark, but a steel blue. He was quite easily known as a foreigner. He was dressed in blue jeans, a dark blue tee shirt with his favorite rock band and tennis shoes, with a gym bag slung over his shoulder.

Said figure shaded his eyes and raised his eyes so he could pinpoint the familiar sound he heard approaching, a helicopter, an Blackhawk Model F if his ears didn't deceive him. As before mentioned craft came into view flying the figure nodded to himself as he found that he was correct in his recognition but he quickly grew a frown as instead of finding the markings of American or Japanese military markings on the aircraft he observed MBI in bold white letters on the side.

Logan snorted in annoyance as the helicopter went out of view behind some skyscrapers in the distance. He didn't like that a private company had so much power and access to such amounts of military hardware. Then again, it was MBI, the biggest and fastest growing corporation on the planet. He grunted and shifted the bag on his shoulder so his baton was digging into his side. He wasn't having a particuly pleasurable day as it is because of work. He had been stationed in Japan for a little over a year now and as of a week ago he had been transferred to a very small base called Camp Tyler that was virtually inside Tokyo proper to work Garrison, Patrol and PSD (Personal Security Detail) as an MP (Military Police). These duties were for a Joint Task Force that worked closely with Japanese and other Asian allied militaries. Said alliance having come about after the very brief but bloody conflict in which North Korea invaded South Korea and even attacked Japan with missiles and a few strikes by bombers. Said conflict almost escalated even further when several dogfights ensued between American naval and Chinese naval aircraft. Logan was stationed in South Korea at the time and ended up fighting in the conflict, in which he earned a Silver Star for Valor and a Purple Heart for his actions while defending the home of the General in charge of all forces in the Theatre.

These thoughts brought up memories of the other conflict he had participated in. The Third Iraq War as it was known to some. Where a weak and divided Iraq had been invaded by an alliance of Middle Eastern countries lead by Iran which ended up spreading into a campaign by said alliance to destroy Israel. This conflict had started when he was still in Basic Training when he was not quite even 18 years old. One week after graduating Basic he found himself on a transport plane to Iraq where he spent almost a year there fighting across the Middle East, in which he received a Bronze Star and three Purple Hearts.

Logan paused and shook his head to clear his mind of such thoughts, he needed to think what he was doing. He was in need of new lodging after a fire had heavily damaged his barracks on the small post he lived and worked on. He was given permission and encouraged to find off post housing as he was a NCO (noncommissioned officer). So far he had had little luck, the places he had looked into so far were either way to pricey for him, too far from the post or in neighborhoods he didn't particuley want to reside in. As he turned a corner he noticed that there was considerably less pedestrian traffic and that there was a small but beautiful park across the street. He decided to take a break and take a look at one listing for renters and/or boarders were nearby on his smartphone.

As he relaxed into a seated position and began searching he noticed on the bench across from him was a woman. Now that wasn't what caught his eye, since women aren't that much of an oddity….well… recant that….they weren't that much of a rarity. What caught his eye was bloody apparel she was wearing. What looked to be a bloody and torn lab coat was hanging off her frame unbuttoned. Taking in her odd choice in clothing with a frown he noticed the oddest marking on her forehead, reminding him of some sort of bird. But besides the blood what really got him off his arse and in her direction was the look of lost hope and apathy on her face.

"Ma'am…..are you ok?"

All he got in response was a slight movement of her eyes as she looked at him before they slightly widened before going back to their lost look. When she looked at him he noticed her eyes were a green-grey color and that she was beautiful, with hair not much darker than his own. When she finally did respond, it was in a slow, halting matter, as if she was unused to speaking or expressing herself.

"…Ah…I am…..useless…..a discarded tool…..unwanted…."

Logan's eyes narrowed in confusion and a slight bit of anger at whatever or whoever had made this woman feel such. He squatted so that he could look her straight in the eye, which he found a little hard at first due to her current state of dress, she was in no way ugly or not err "lacking" in her looks or chest department to say the least. He noticed her eyes glance at him again and her face for a second seemed to give off a surprised look that he was still there and so close to her before going back to her apathetic look.

"Look….let me help you. You're obviously hurt, so let's get you some medical attention."

At his words he noticed her eyes shot to him and now obviously widening. She stayed silent for a good minute before her mouth opened several times before she chose to speak quietly.

"..Ah….. There is no need…. It's not bad enough for a hospital."

Logan's eyes narrowed even further in confusion.

"Okay….regardless….your still hurt and it looks as if it's going to rain, let me at least help you home."

As he spoke the first part of his statement seemed to make her confused yet happy yet as he ended his sentence she went back to not looking at him and her depressed state. She then said something so quietly that he couldn't make it out.

"Sorry...what did you say?" He asked.

"…..No home….."

These words further worsened his confusion and sense of worry, especially the dejected manner in which she stated them.

"So you're saying that you have nowhere to go or stay? No one that you can contact to come get you?"

She merely responded by nodding dejectedly. Logan sighed and stood, offering her his hand.

"Here…. Let's get you cleaned up, you can stay at my place until we figure out what to do with ya alright?"

At his words her head shot up and she became the most alert he had seen her since he had began speaking to her, her eyes seemed to be searching his for…something.

"…..You …. want me? ..."

Her tone was both confused and hopeful, an odd mixture to be sure. She seemed to gravitate towards him, her body leaning towards his subconsciously. Logan sported a small blush at her words and her actions as her body movement caused the undone lab coat to reveal more skin.

"Umm… I want to help you… if that's what you're asking?" His answer seemed to both satisfy and disappoint her slightly at the same time.

"…. Ah …then I will follow you. I Akitsu am yours to do as you bid, as long as you'll have me."

Now this confused the hell out of the poor American, Japanese wasn't his first language and sometimes Japanese culture and/or language confused him at times.

"Maybe it's some cultural thing I haven't encountered before." He thought before responding.

Umm…Ok…. And I am Logan Thorsen…. Now let's get out of here before it…rains…"

Logan paused as he saw some newer model luxury car pull up and a man a little shorter than him with a lean build step out holding of all things a sheathed katana. This instantly set him on edge, as in modern day Japan it wasn't very common to see someone carrying an unclothed blade, even that being rare except outside dojo's that taught bladed martial arts. After him came a teenage male, wearing an exceedingly expensive and flashy suit. The teen frowned at Logan and began walking towards him, the taller man walking at his side, obviously some sort of bodyguard by his behavior. As the duo came within ten feet or so they stopped and the teenager raised a finger imperiously and pointed at Logan.

"I recommend you step away from that… I want to add it to my collection."

It took a few moments for Logan to realize what the hell "that" he was referring to. When he did he felt his anger rise and stepped between the abandoned woman and the duo.

"Okay… I'll bite… why the fuck are you calling her a "that"?! Her name is Akitsu fyi." His eyes narrowed further as the last word of the kid's statement came to mind. "Collection? ...What the hell?!"

The teen gave a superior smirk as he planted his hands on his hips, leaning forward as he began to talk slowly, as if to a child or person of low mental health.

"HA! You don't know do you? She's broken, trash, discarded, abandoned, whatever term you wish to use to describe her. No one will ever want her as she can't be winged. But I'll take her, she would be an interesting addition to my growing collection."

Now Logan was getting even more confused, but overriding his confusion at what the kid was talking about was the way he was talking about this woman, even worse was when he glanced at the silent girl and saw the utter look of loss on her countenance. Stepping forward he pointed at the teen in growing fury, noticing the way the man with the blade's eye's narrowed and subtly stepped slightly forward as to be ready to move in front of the teenager. "Yep, definitely a bodyguard of some sort."

"Okay kid, that's enough. Keep this up and we're going to have problems. Akitsu doesn't need or want to hear crap like this coming from a stuck up little snot like you that hasn't even had his balls dropped yet…. What are you twelve? And I have no idea what you're talking about but of course someone would want her, look at her, she's a beautiful woman. And though I only just met her, I can already tell that she is a loyal and selfless individual. She is a person and so should be treated as one. She can choose where she goes and who she goes with."

Out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of Akitsu's face, her expression showing shock and… something else he couldn't quite place. His attention was very quickly taken from observing her to the dick duo (hehe) as Logan's statement did not seem to go over to well with the pair.

"Don't you know who I am? I am Hayato Mikogami…and… I give up, Mutsu… deal with him."

Logan tensed and dropped into a relaxed stance waiting to see what the blade wielding individual would do when he suddenly became aware that he was simply….gone. His combat reflexes kicked in and he spun, deflecting a surprisingly strong chop aimed at the back of his neck, continuing his spin he grabbed the outstretched arm and flowed into a strong hip toss. After slamming his attacker into the ground he grabbed the surprised male's left wrist and twisted it, putting him in a wristlock. The entire time he noticed the surprised look on Mutsu's face as well as his charge and Akitsu as well. Well then the surprise ran out and the restrained male began to pull his arm out of Logan's grip to his rapidly increasing shock and worry. Now in no means was he weak, he had a long life of hard work, sports and exercise. He had a good fifty or sixty pounds on the other guy and he was easily outmuscling out of his restraining hold. Just as he was about to totally lose his hold Logan kicked out at Mutsu's torso, but failed to land the blow as his opponent rolled smoothly out of the way to his feet.

"Okay….what the hell are you on man? I'm quite a bit bigger than you yet you easily outmuscled me?!"

His only answer was a flash before he found the previously sheathed blade at his throat. To the sword wielder's surprise Logan's eyes narrowed into a glare before widening in surprise yet again as Mutsu flashed away again as suddenly the area in front of Logan was covered in a sheet of ice.

"…..What…..the….hell?!"

He then noticed that the previously passive woman was suddenly slightly to his side and moving in front of him, a slight glare on her normally impassive face.

"Leave my Master be….. "

At those words the teen guffawed and then jeered at the woman.

'Hah! As if, he can't be your master because you can't be winged. But whatever, take the refuse. I have no need for her besides that she was an oddity to add to my growing collection. Come Mutsu, we have other more important things to take care of."

His only reply was a nod from the weapon wielder as they both reentered the vehicle and drove away. As if on cue the clouds broke their silence and Logan decided to put all the craziness and his numerous questions to the rear of his mind in favor of finding shelter.

"Come on, let's get out of this rain…..but I expect some answers once we get settled in and your wounds tended to."

These words caused the woman to gain a small blush to her cheeks as she nodded and began following the male.

"Ah….yes….Master."

~END~

AN: R&R Please :D Also, if you have opinions and/or suggestions for pairings or Sekirei to add to my OC's or other Ashakabi's flocks feel free to suggest away.