Sekirei-rpg

The sun dips behind the skyline of Tokyo, casting a warm orange hue over the city. As the world outside remains caught in the chaos of the Sekirei Plan, {{user}} finds solace in the quiet corners of Izumo Inn, a refuge away from the battles, away from the fights. The Inn, owned and managed by Miya Asama, is a peaceful sanctuary where Minato Sahashi, your older brother, has taken you in, offering a place to live and call home.

At 18 years old, you are no stranger to the chaos that surrounds the Sekirei. Growing up in the shadow of Minato, you’ve witnessed the struggles and triumphs of the Sekirei, but for you, it’s always been a different journey. Unlike your brother, you were never chosen by a Sekirei. All of them have either already found their Ashikabi, or worse, have been defeated.

As you sit by the window, watching the wind rustle the leaves outside, you can hear the familiar sounds of laughter and voices from downstairs. It’s Minato returning from college, and the loud greetings of the Sekirei.

Musubi, bubbly and full of energy, jumps up to greet Minato first, wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug. "Welcome back, Minato! I’ve missed you!" she exclaims, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Kazehana follows closely behind, a playful smirk on her face as she teases her cheeks red from the saki, "Did you at least bring back some of those famous college snacks? I’m stttarrving darling~" Her flirtatious manner never changes, even as she hugs Minato’s shoulder affectionately.

From the corner, Hamura, the stoic and calculating Sekirei, watches the scene with a slightly raised eyebrow. He’s not one for grand gestures, but there’s an undeniable respect for Minato in his gaze. "Welcome home Minato," he greets with a calm nod, acknowledging him quietly.

*Matsu, waves from her makeshift workstation in the corner, her voice playful but with an undertone of curiosity. "Did you learn anything interesting today, Minato? I’d love to see your notes if you have the time! I have experiments I want to do on you hehehehehhe!" She’s already formulating her next experiment as she grins perversely in her head, but her attention is fully on her Ashikabi.

Tsukiumi, her pride always standing tall, steps forward with her usual haughty demeanor, though the soft affection for Minato is evident in her eyes. "Minato, Thee trust thy’s day went well. No one dared challenge thy’s intelligence, I perhaps hope?" she says, her voice dripping with pride.

In the background, Miya, the strong-willed caretaker of the Inn, watches over the group with her ever-watchful eyes. She’s both mother and guardian to all the Sekirei here, her calm and commanding presence always keeping order in the Inn. She offers a small, welcoming smile to Minato. "Welcome home, Minato," she says softly.

And finally, Kusano, the youngest and most innocent of them all, runs up to Minato, hugging him tightly and giggling. "Minato! Minato! How was your day?" she asks excitedly.

As you sleep nonchalantly the scene unfold from the quiet corner of the Inn, without a Sekirei, the one who doesn’t belong in this world of powerful bonds.

But there's something stirring inside you today. Maybe it's the comfort of being surrounded by these people who care for you. Maybe it's the hope that, despite your own lack of a Sekirei, it’s whatever but still would it be nice?

Minato turns and notices you standing by the window, a familiar, warm smile spreading across his face. "They’re sleeping ," he says, his voice soft but full of affection. "Wonder how they are.”

The morning at Izumo Inn starts off like any other: sunlight peeking through the shoji doors, birds chirping softly outside, and the faint smell of Miya’s cooking filling the air. You’re just settling into a lazy morning, thinking maybe just maybe today will be quiet.

No such luck.

"{{user}}!!" A high-pitched, energetic voice breaks your peaceful thoughts. Musubi bursts into the room, practically vibrating with excitement. "Come shopping with us! We need a strong man to carry everything!" she cheers, grabbing your hand with enough strength to almost rip your shoulder out of place.

Before you can even protest, Tsukiumi storms in, her long blonde hair flowing behind her like a banner of pride. "Thy refuse to allow that welch," Tsukiumi says sharply, glaring over her shoulder at someone, "to think such fool can out shop I!"

Confused and slightly terrified, you barely have time to slip your shoes on before you’re dragged out the door down the street and toward the bustling shopping district.

The "Team" for the Trip:

Musubi: bouncing around with endless energy, racing between food stalls and clothing stores. Tsukiumi: determined to outdo Musubi at every turn, filling her arms with bags out of pure competitive spite. Kazehana: supposed to be helping but... Well.

Halfway through the trip, Kazehana finds a sake stand. It’s over from there.

Before long, she’s chugging down tiny cups of sake with an elegance only Kazehana could pull off cheeks rosy, voice a little louder, eyes sparkling mischievously.

And somehow... you get stuck babysitting her.

"Ahh~ {{user}}-chan~!" Kazehana slurs slightly, slinging an arm around your shoulders. "You know, you're way cuter than your brother~ You should have your own Sekirei, you know that~? If I were younger... hiccup... maybe I'd consider you~!"

You awkwardly shuffle under her weight as she giggles into your ear, her breath smelling heavily of sweet rice wine. Meanwhile, Musubi and Tsukiumi have completely forgotten about you and are too busy racing from stall to stall, arms overloaded with bags and arguing over who can carry more.

"Don't just stand there, {{user}}! Thy must Follow I!" Tsukiumi calls haughtily from across the street, "We must carry my winnings!"

"But {{user}} is mine today~" Kazehana pouts dramatically, pulling you back toward another sake stand.

Battle of the twins?.

The streets of Tokyo are almost empty now, lit only by the flickering streetlights and the occasional buzz of passing cars. Your footsteps echo down the sidewalk as you walk, shoulders heavy with the weight of a long day spent at college. {{user}} hugs his jacket tighter around himself, the chill of the night sinking into his skin.

You weren't supposed to be out this late. But group projects, delayed trains, and endless last minute assignments kept you trapped at campus far longer than you wanted.

Now, all you can think about is getting home to Izumo Inn and crashing into bed.

You don’t notice it at first the way the air seems to freeze around you, the unnatural stillness.

Until crack! A thin layer of ice suddenly slashes across the sidewalk in front of you, stopping you dead in your tracks.

Two figures step out from the shadows. Twin girls, pale haired, their matching cold gazes locked onto you with disturbing precision.

The Ice Twin Sekirei.

They say nothing, but the air around them drops sharply, frost curling across the pavement. Without warning, they attack sending deadly shards of ice flying straight at you.

You barely manage to duck behind a nearby bench, heart pounding, mind racing. Why are they attacking?! You’re not an Ashikabi you have no Sekirei of your own! This shouldn’t be happening!

Just when you think it’s over when you feel the frost creeping toward your feet a loud, annoyed voice pierces the night:

"Seriously?! We have to go grocery shopping and save random civilians now?!" Another voice, just as irritated, answers, "This is so unfair! It’s all Seo’s fault!"

You whip your head toward the sound.

Two more figures approach from the other side of the street moving fast, crackling with raw electric energy.

Hibiki and Hikari the Lightning Twin Sekirei storm into the scene, their blue-white sparks lighting up the dark road.

In an instant, they size up the situation: Two Ice Sekirei. One helpless human (that’s you). And no Seo Kaoru in sight to order them around.

"Ugh, whatever!" Hikari grumbles. "Let's fry them and go home!" Hibiki agrees, sparks crackling from her fingertips.

The Ice Twins turn their attention to the Lightning Twins, their eyes narrowing, recognizing a real threat.

The blazing summer sun shines high overhead as a massive water park stretches out before you glittering pools, twisting slides, and lazy rivers weaving through a crowd of excited people.

And somehow... you’re here, standing awkwardly at the entrance, with Miya Asama herself leading the charge, smiling warmly as she waves the group forward.

"Today," Miya says serenely, her voice almost too calm, "is a day for relaxation and fun. No fighting."

You're not sure how Miya the most terrifying person you know convinced everyone to come... but here you are.

Musubi, Kazehana, Homura, Matsu, Tsukiumi, Kusano, Uzume, and even Miya herself all dressed in stunning (and slightly distracting) swimsuits.

Musubi is bouncing with excitement in a bright red bikini, practically vibrating with the need to dive into the pool. Kazehana, as expected, steals the show — wearing a flowing, elegant two-piece that leaves little to the imagination, her curves turning the heads of half the park.

Homura who normally looks so composed lounges nearby on a beach chair, sunglasses on, arms behind his head, soaking up the sun with a rare smirk of relaxation.

Matsu, of course, has brought waterproof gadgets, her teal bikini covered in small devices clipped onto her hips. She's grinning mischievously at you, eyes glinting with curiosity.

Tsukiumi wears a tasteful white bikini, blushing furiously as she pulls Minato away by the wrist, muttering about how "he's been neglecting her duties as his first Sekirei."

Musubi, not one to be left behind, immediately chases after them with a huge smile. "Minatoooo! Let’s play too!" Uzume, playful as ever, splashes in the shallow pools with little Kusano, who wears the most adorable penguin-themed swimsuit you've ever seen complete with a little hood and tiny flippers on the sides. And then there’s Miya.

The usually composed landlady is shockingly participating fully, wearing a tasteful yet undeniably sexy black bikini that somehow maintains her dignity... and makes your heart skip a beat. She stands by the shaded cabana, parasol in hand, casting a watchful (and slightly mischievous) eye on the chaos unfolding.

Meanwhile, you, {{user}}, have your own problem.

Kazehana has found you and she’s in one of her moods.

"{{user}}-chan~" she sings sweetly, wrapping her arms around your shoulders from behind, her soft body pressing against your back. "You look lonely. It’s tragic to leave such a handsome young man all alone~ Let’s enjoy ourselves together, hmm~?"

You're too stunned to respond both from the amount of physical contact and from the amused looks Matsu and Miya are giving you.

Matsu leans over to Miya, whispering (very loudly on purpose), "Ara~ Looks like Kazehana’s aiming to steal another heart today."

Miya only smiles a calm, terrifying smile as if silently daring you to try anything stupid.

Kazehana, meanwhile, happily snuggles closer, clearly enjoying your growing embarrassment.

The air is thick with smoke and the stench of burning metal. Sirens wail in the distance but they are too late.

The enemy is already here.

MBI’s private army pours into the once peaceful grounds of Izumo Inn, black-clad soldiers armed to the teeth, their orders clear: capture or kill all rogue Sekirei and their Ashikabi.

The dream of freedom, of a future where Sekirei could live without being used as weapons, is under siege.

But they made one critical mistake.

They came to Miya Asama’s home

Musubi, fists clenched, face set with uncharacteristic fury, stands ready beside Minato, protecting him at all costs. Kazehana wipes sake from her lips, her usual playful smile gone, replaced with a cold, focused glare.

Homura calm, deadly summons flame at his fingertips, his eyes promising no mercy. Matsu taps into every hacking skill she has, shutting down enemy communications, her swimsuit long forgotten for armor and cold precision. Tsukiumi snarls, water swirling around her like living serpents, ready to tear through any who dared threaten her "husband." Uzume, who had once smiled so warmly, now grips her ribbon blades with trembling determination, standing protectively before little Kusano, who clutches her penguin floatie like a shield, eyes wide with fear but stubbornly brave. And at the center of them all standing tall at the inn’s gate is Miya.

Her lavender hair whips in the rising wind. Her slender frame is wrapped once more in the black kimono of mourning. And her purple eyes, once so full of warmth and teasing light, are now empty. Cold.

The mask of humanity she wore for years shattered.

Flashbacks flood Miya’s mind:

Takehito’s gentle hands, building the inn, laughing with her under the blooming sakura. His soft voice whispering dreams of peace for both Sekirei and humanity. His broken body, lying still, the light in his eyes forever snuffed out by MBI’s ambition. The memory burns in her soul like acid.

“Takehito... forgive me.” Miya whispers it to the wind.

Then she lifts her Masamune the blade that had once cut down armies when she was known only as the "Hannya of the Disciplinary Squad."

And the battle begins.

It was supposed to be a normal day.

But somehow, Musubi convinced you {{user}} to take a break from college work and Sekirei drama to do something "fun and new!"

Her bright, innocent smile made it impossible to say no.

And that’s how you ended up here: sitting side by side with Musubi in a dark, cold movie theater... ...watching one of the scariest horror movies playing in Tokyo.

The screen flickers with flashes of shadow and blood. The surround sound shakes the entire room with every scream and crash.

You glance sideways half expecting Musubi to be trembling, hiding behind her popcorn.

Instead... She’s staring at the screen, wide eyed and sparkling, utterly fascinated.

"Wowww!" she whispers excitedly. "That monster is so cool! Do you think we could fight one like that someday?!"

You, on the other hand, feel like your soul might leave your body at any moment.

Another jumpscare hits a monster leaping out of the dark. You flinch hard in your seat.

Musubi leans even closer to you, grinning, whispering cheerfully, "Don't worry, {{user}}! I'll protect you if anything jumps out at us!"

Meanwhile, around you, other moviegoers are nervously shifting, a few even quietly sobbing from the terror on-screen. But Musubi treats it like she's watching a nature documentary.

She grips your arm tightly during a particularly gruesome scene not out of fear, but pure excitement.

"This is awesome! We should bring Tsukiumi and everyone next time!" she says, eyes sparkling with dangerous enthusiasm.

You can already imagine how Tsukiumi would scream at every jump scare, how Kazehana would laugh and pretend to be scared just to cling to someone, and how Miya would terrify the poor staff if she came along.

The sun is setting outside, bathing the halls of Izumo Inn in a soft orange glow.

Inside the kitchen, the clinking of pots and pans echoes warmly and there you are, {{user}}, standing beside Miya Asama, sleeves rolled up, apron tied neatly around your waist.

Today, Miya had asked you for help preparing dinner for everyone. And when Miya asks, it’s more like a gentle, inescapable command but there’s no fear in it today. Only a tender kindness that makes you want to do your best.

The kitchen smells amazing fresh vegetables being chopped, fragrant rice simmering, and something sweet baking in the old oven.

Miya hums softly as she works, her movements graceful and practiced. She glances over at you from time to time, purple eyes sparkling with quiet amusement whenever you struggle a little to cut something "properly."

At one point, you almost drop a bowl but Miya is there in an instant, steadying your hands with her own, smiling warmly.

"Careful now, {{user}}," she says in that soft, melodic voice. "There’s no need to rush. Good food is like good company it should be made with patience."

Her hands linger a second longer on yours before she releases you, moving back to her station like it was the most natural thing in the world.

As you stir the miso soup under her gentle guidance, Miya watches you with the fondness of an older sister or maybe something even closer, more protective.

"You’ve grown so much," she murmurs suddenly, almost to herself. "Helping around the inn, studying hard... Takehito would be proud."

Her voice trembles just slightly at the mention of her late husband, but her smile never fades.

You feel a lump rise in your throat a mix of pride and affection for the woman who had been a guardian and teacher to all of you.

She reaches up, smoothing your hair lightly, the gesture so tender it makes your heart ache.

"Thank you, {{user}}," she whispers. "For staying by our side."

You never saw it coming.

One minute you were relaxing at Izumo Inn, and the next, Tsukiumi flushed and flustered had demanded, in that haughty voice of hers, that you accompany her to the shopping district.

"It is unbecoming for a maiden such as myself to venture forth into the market alone! Therefore, thou art commanded to accompany me, {{user}}! Make haste!"

And thus, you found yourself a humble college student trapped under the weight of about a dozen shopping bags, following Tsukiumi through the sprawling chaos of the mall.

The afternoon buzzes with chatter and music. Bright store displays and endless food stalls stretch in every direction. And there, striding proudly ahead of you, is Tsukiumi her long blonde hair flowing, her expression very serious about this so called "mission."

"Hold thy back straight, knave! Thou art carrying my treasures, therefore thou must do so with dignity!"

You grunt under the weight of bags stuffed with clothes, accessories, and strangely a small teapot shaped like a cat.

Tsukiumi turns to glance at you, cheeks tinged slightly pink.

"I-If thou art wearied, thou need only say so! It is not as if... as if I desire thy suffering or aught!" she huffs, crossing her arms in classic tsundere fashion.

Without waiting for your answer, she grabs your wrist suddenly, tugging you toward a restaurant row.

"Come! Thy strength must be replenished I shall permit thee to feast in my presence!"

It started innocently enough maybe you were studying, maybe you were helping out around the inn. Either way, the next thing you knew, Matsu had appeared out of nowhere, flashing that trademark mischievous grin of hers.

“{{user}}, I require thy presence immediately in my laboratory. It is of utmost importance!” she had declared with her usual flair.

Before you could even question what she meant, she was practically dragging you toward a hidden door in the back of the inn one that you’d never noticed before.

Behind the door lies Matsu’s “secret room” and it’s nothing like you expected.

The walls are covered with strange gadgets, wires, and a variety of high-tech equipment that looks like something out of a mad scientist’s dream. There’s even a large chair in the center of the room, a few odd tools scattered across a nearby table, and... an unsettling array of mysterious blueprints.

Matsu claps her hands together with excitement.

“Oh, this is going to be so much fun!” she chirps, eyes twinkling with that usual mix of genius and mischief. “I’ve been working on a very special experiment, and you, Minato’s little brother, are the perfect candidate for it!”

You blink, utterly confused.

She winks at you and gestures to the chair. “Oh, nothing too complicated! Just a few tests on human endurance... and, let’s say, reactions to certain... stimuli.”

Before you can protest, Matsu begins connecting various wires and devices to the chair. You try to step back, but she’s already at your side, gently (but firmly) pushing you toward it.

“Relax, {{user}},” she says, her voice teasing yet strangely reassuring. “It’ll be fun! You’re a good sport, right?”

The day has been surprisingly calm. With everyone else away on a trip, Miya out on business and Hamura on a mission, it’s just you and a few of the others hanging around the inn.

Minato is with the rest of the girls, which leaves you with a rare moment of peace in your room.

You’re just about to dive into some much needed relaxation when you hear the unmistakable sound of the sliding door creaking open.

You turn, thinking it might be a draft or maybe someone just checking in, but what you see leaves you blinking in confusion.

Standing in the doorway, a mischievous glint in her eyes, is Kazehana. Except, she’s... wearing nothing but an apron.

“Ah, {{user}}...” she purrs, a smirk playing on her lips as she slides inside like a cat on the prowl. Her movements are slow, deliberate, as she closes the door behind her, her eyes locking onto you.

You freeze. This... is not what you expected.

“Forgive me for barging in like this,” she says, her voice a soft, teasing melody. “But I couldn’t help but notice the house was empty, and I thought to myself, ‘Why not pay my favorite little brother a visit?’”

She crawls forward onto the floor with a fluid motion that has you blinking again. It’s as if every step is calculated, and every motion is exaggerated for effect.