How much of that is being Sekirei, and how much is Minaka’s damn game?
He didn’t know. Without the Sekirei Plan he could have at least tried to be normal, even with Sekirei literally crawling out of the walls to make him their Ashikabi-
And that made Tsukiumi’s loneliness cut even deeper. She hadn’t gone looking for him. She hadn’t wanted an Ashikabi. She’d stalked his dreams and threatened to kill him. And he’d gone looking for her anyway. Because he was an Ashikabi, and he had to protect his Sekirei, and the best way to do that was to gather up any other powerful allies he could.
And because he couldn’t let Seo claim her. He couldn’t. Tsukiumi was his. Crazy as it seemed, and fighting Seo one on one would probably have left him in pieces, what had he been thinking….
Simple, Minato told himself, wincing at the truth. You weren’t. You saw her. She reacted. You had to fight for her.
…Ashikabi are all crazy.
And now Tsukiumi was lonely, and it was all his fault.
So what am I going to do about it?
He chewed, and swallowed in a throat gone dry. There had to be a way he could help, could fix this-
“Thou shouldst not have thine unworthy hand so near upon him-!”
Minato wasn’t sure who hit who. Maybe a better man would have cared. He was in the middle of a three-Sekirei pileup, Matsu was giggling in the background, and everything hurt. “Stop it! All of you, stop fighting now!”
“Why Minato.” Miya had her ladle in hand, and a deceptively sweet smile on her face. “You know rude words at the dinner table are strictly forbidden.”
Strands of lavender hair waved in a sudden waft of energy, the demon-mask appearing at her shoulder with a wail of haunted flutes. Terror shook him like a cat playing with a mouse; he wanted to just curl up and die….