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"Akitsu," she managed to get out. "What happened to your crest?"

"Ah," the ice Sekirei said, and gave one of her smiles that were becoming less rare these days. "Shirou-sama has winged me. He is my Ashikabi."

"Wha… but… that's impossible!" She said. "I went over your biometrics myself! It's biologically impossible for you to bond to anyone!"

Before I could stop her, Akitsu bent down and pressed her lips against mine. Wings of ice bloomed from back, just like the time in the Izumo House where she proved to the rest of the household that she was indeed now a true Sekirei. I was going to have to have a talk with her later about this, considering that we were supposed to be keeping a low profile. With both MBI wanting to keep the Sekirei Plan as much as a secret as possible and with the Clock Tower after me, such blatantly supernatural displays were not a good idea. However, considering that the other patrons were looking at this display with mere surprise rather than shock, I imagine that there's been enough fighting between the Sekirei that no amount of MBI hush money had been able to cover it up from the whole city.

In any case, it clearly had the desired effect on Takami, who sat there looking at Akitsu with an open mouth gape. She eventually turned to me. "What. Did. You. Do?"

"Wh-why do you automatically assume I had something to do with it?" I stammered lamely.

She narrowed her eyes at me, clearly sure I was responsible for this dramatic change in how reality should work. "There is absolutely no way Akitsu could have spontaneously un-scrapped herself. This had to be caused by some sort of deliberate, outside force. For reasons which you may have been able to understand if you actually managed to get into college, it's incredibly unlikely that any sort of random series of events could have caused such a drastic biological change, so that means this was intentional. And quite frankly," Takami looked off to the side, a hint of embarrassment and shame crossing her face. "You're the only person who cares about her enough to try." She returned her gaze to me, her eyes hardening once again. "So I'll ask you again: what did you do? And so help me Shirou, if you say 'legacy of a misspent youth' again, I will smack you upside the head with this table."

I gulped as I looked back at Takami, trying to come up with a suitable explanation that didn't involve telling my rather terrify mother about my vast experience at precisely timed orgasms, but her tone indicated that she wouldn't tolerate my dancing around the subject. In the end, I ended up trailing off into murmurs and hoped she would hear something else. "Well, you see, I just kinda… mph mrm mrph mrp."

I wouldn't have been surprised if my flock back at the Izumo House heard her yell of "WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU HAD SEX WITH HER?"

Damn! I should have known an experienced mother would be able to speak evasive mumble. Takami was standing at this point her chair knocked over when she had suddenly stood up. She looked down at me sputtering, not sure whether to chastise me as a mother for having premarital sex or lecture me as a geneticist about how that didn't make any sense. After a moment to calm down a little, it seems the geneticist part of her won. "That shouldn't have done anything! How could an act of intercourse cause massive physiological changes?"

"Umm…" She was staring at me with those demanding eyes again, and I didn't think the 'she needed more genetic material' was going to work on the experienced geneticist. Say something, anything! "Apparently I'm just that good at it."

Oh god, anything but that! Why would I say that to my own mother? What is wrong with me?

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