“How do you forget that?” Kagari yelled across the roof, obviously fed up with the ice queen, the Sekirei, and sapient stupidity in general. “Doesn’t anybody know the meaning of modesty anymore? The girls I know walk around half-naked. Another doesn’t wear underwear-!”
“My ears are burning, Kagari.”
For a moment, the flame Sekirei went deathly still. Turned, as if against his will, to look up and left.
White silk draped over tanned skin, a wide ribbon of white wafting over the brunette’s head as if gravity were optional. Skimpy white shorter-than-short-shorts and a breastband just barely kept her legal as she stood on a higher roof edge, veils blowing in the wind. “Or should I say Number 06, Homura?”
Oh, not good, Tony thought, spotting that smirk. When people figure out your secret identity? Never ends well.
And maybe Fury was actually right, and all the Sekirei were younger than twenty, because Kagari blinked as if he hadn’t realized yet just how screwed he was. “What’s going on?”
“Pull back, Number 07.” The brunette’s voice was colder than her rival’s ice. “This one is my prey.”
Shards floating near her, the ice Sekirei said nothing.
“What are you doing here?” Kagari still sounded bewildered, and terribly young. “Uzume?”
“I told you before.” The voice was still cold, but Tony could hear hidden cracks in it. “Uzume’s gone for good.”
Oh joy, Tony thought wryly. We have a Villain Reveal.