Hey guys, I know I've been absent from the writing scene, which isn't saying much as I've only just started but that's not the point. The next chapter of The chess game of life will be up soon but as I said, I had an idea for a Sekirei fic and have decided to make a start. Anyways, hope you all enjoy this.

I don't own shit in terms of Sekirei besides my OC, unfortunately.

Built to destroy

Prologue: Revenant at the grave

Today was a day that always left Miya Asama in a sombre state. It was the anniversary of her husband Takehito Asama's death. She'd leave the inn she ran and be gone for most of the day, spending time paying her respects to the man. However, today was different. She could feel that something was off, and so was on edge. Upon her arrival at the graveyard her husband was buried in, she stopped in the middle of the row of headstones and small shrines as she looked upon a tall man wearing a long grey greatcoat standing at Takehito's grave.

Naturally, her first thought was that this man intended to do harm to the grave, but it dissipated when the man crouched down and gazed sadly at the name engraved into the stone. The collar of his greatcoat hid the lower half of his face, but the subtle movements around his eyes told her that this man was indeed saddened by the sight of the grave.

Miya slowly strode forward, getting just into earshot of the man. She couldn't rightly say that Takehito had a great deal of friends, but the ones she knew were close to him, and by extension, close friends of hers. However, she couldn't discern whether this man was an old friend or some nosy grave lurker.

''I told you those things would get you killed, didn't I?'' She heard the man mutter. ''But no, you being you, not knowing wasn't an option.'' the man finished with a scoff.

''Just what were you doing that day Takehito?'' he asked quietly. He then chuckled. ''I really wanna say 'I told you so' but it just doesn't seem right. Not now.''

''Excuse me?'' Miya said. The man turned to her. His eyes were hazel, grey when the light caught them, but they were incredibly..sad and worn down. The half of his face she could see was slightly tanned but scarred.

''Yes?'' he replied, his baritone voice conveying his want to be left alone.

''Did you know this man?'' She asked in concealed apprehension. He nodded slowly, his black and slightly greying hair swayed with the motion.

''This man, Takehito Asama was an old friend of mine. He was one of the most kind hearted people I know to this day and was always pursuing knowledge. But it was that pursuit that got where he is now.'' he said forlornly. He wrung his large gloved hands together.

''I see.'' Miya said, looking at the grave. ''He was my husband. I knew some of his colleagues but I'm afraid I don't recognise you.''

The man stood up from his crouched position to his full height. He was at least a foot and a half taller than Miya with broad shoulders and overall intimidating stature. His presence exuded power and strictness, but as of right now, sadness and wounded pride.

''I thought I recognised you. Number 01.'' The man said with a smile in his voice. Miya's eyes widened in shock and was on the defensive instantly. However she didn't let this stop her from trying to brush it off.

''I'm not sure what you're talking about. I'm afraid you may have-'' she trailed off.

The stern look she was receiving was not one that would not take kindly to deception. ''Alright, I am Miya Asama, Sekirei number 01. And you are?'' she said with a sigh.

''I'm just a tired old soldier, thrown away by MBI. I am Ex-Commissar Viktor Arturo of MBI's Sekirei Capture/Kill teams or in short, the elite S.C.K.'' he said, some of his old pride flickering in his chest as he did.

Miya gasped. This man, a killing machine to be feared even by the strongest of Sekirei, was the last one to have seen Takehito alive before the Jinki ended up malfunctioning during an experiment and nearly killing them both. The reports stated that Takehito would have died within minutes had it not been for Viktor getting him to the emergency rooms, despite his own severe injuries. Unfortunately it wasn't enough as he died only hours after.

After that, it was reported that Viktor had simply vanished. Untraceable by MBI satellites, unstoppable thanks to the adjustments given to him in order to combat rogue Sekirei, and gone without a trace. Why had he returned? What does he want?

These questions buzzed in Miya's mind like angry hornets. ''It seems that I owe you thanks then.'' Miya said with a small bow, confusing Viktor.

''What for?'' he inquired with a small tilt of his head.

''The reports from the incident surrounding his death say that you saved him in that room, despite later...results.'' she winced with the word 'results'. Viktor understood but shook his head.

''Why wouldn't I? He was my friend and personal confidant.'' He retorted, claiming no motive besides camaraderie.

''But it was thanks to you I managed to spend just a little more time with him. It means so much. Thank you.'' she said earnestly. Viktor, while glad she was somewhat uplifted, was still confused.

'Where's the old no.1? Where's that cold alien force I was trained to kill with extreme prejudice a moment's notice?' he thought.

''If it wouldn't be too much trouble, Takehito left me the inn he built and I'm short a few tenants. You wouldn't happen to have a place to live would you? If not you can come to the inn.'' Miya kindly offered.

Now that he thought about it, he came here with nowhere besides this graveyard in mind to come to. He had no home here nor anywhere. His friends were either dead or still dogs at MBI's heels, and he had no one to turn to. Having no choice, he accepted.

''Very well then. I'll wait for you to finish up here, It'd be rude of me to keep you two waiting any longer.'' he said stepping aside from the grave. Miya nodded to him with a grateful smile and went about paying her respects.

As she did, thoughts of revenge churned in Viktor's head. MBI had little in the way of problems, but a vengeful revenant of a time gone by was certainly one of them.

Well that's the prologue done. Hopefully I've grabbed your interest enough to give it the time of day but if not, that's just how it goes. A bit of a different tone from my DxD fic but this seemed like a good idea at the time so I'm just going with it. Review, criticise, offer ideas and all that jazz. Peace.