A/N: Please note, this is an alternative universe short story. I don't know how long it might go, or where it will go, however I do have an idea where it might go. It takes place as an offshoot sometime after the 3rd stage has begun. Certainly before the 4th stage at Kamikura Island. This alternative universe has far reaching consequences if I decide to continue past a 2nd Chapter, which I intend for their to be.

Benitsubasa woke, in a dead sweat her nightwear clinging to her. It was something she didn't really understand, what she knew, and what she was dreaming, where at obvious odds to one another it was tearing her apart.

She rose, and made her way through the spacious penthouse provided to her Ashikabi by MBI in exchange for his, and their services. Karasuba was there, in the main living space, her sword drawn, slowly running it along the wet stone, she would occasionally run her finger across the edge, smiling.

Benitsubasa continued her way, to the kitchen, opening the fridge she took out a beverage, popping the metal cap, she began to drink it back.

'Why, why, why' she thought to herself. 'Why do I keep losing to him, I could have killed him, how many times?' the thoughts came.

She paused, as the bottle was empty, she tossed it in the recycling as she slowly made her way again to the living space. Standing at the large expanse of windows, she simply stared out at the city.

Karasuba watched her, trailing with her eyes, not truly caring other than how it might affect her duties. She continued sharpening her blade, slow, long strokes of the steel upon the wetstone.

Benitsubasa leaned her forehead against the glass, her smallish breasts pressed likewise as she looked over the sprawling nights cape of the city before her. Her eyes could not help but be drawn there, in the distance, where a small Inn and its occupants that called it home.

Mixed emotions welled up within her, anger, frustration, she had failed so many times to finish the Ashikabi, or his Sekirei off. The bridge incident was bitter in her memory and soured with age, and yet…

Her fists struck the glass. Hammering at it for a minute, taking a small tantrum out on the reinforced transparency before her. Had she truly wished it broken, she might have fallen through.

Karasuba's brow lifted, a snicker erupted "Don't tell me you're still brooding over No 88 and her Ashikabi?"

Benitsubasa growled, and Karasuba snickered once more, as she departed from the main living area back to her spacious private room. She found herself stripping, and laying on the bed naked, allowing the cool breeze to dry her perspiration, brought on partly from her dream, and partly from her anger. Her smallish breasts rested, and appeared even smaller as she laid on her back as she stared at the ceiling. She replayed in her mind every interaction she had with this man, and each, every one of his Sekirei. It was maddening. Enough to drive her insane.

She closed her eyes, and attempted to forget the boy Ashikabi, and those that plagued her very soul, specially that Musubi. She had terminated her once, and could not understand how she had reactived. It bordered on driving her insane.

Her mind drifted, to Natsuo, and the feelings she had for him. Moments later, she was drifting off to sleep, devising ways to make him love her. Her soul hungered

- o o -

She saw their faces, as she heard them comment on her breast size. "Washboard" came Haihane's words.. 'Itty bitty Titty' she heard from Tsukiumi as she steps from the shadows.. Kazahane laughed as she giggled her bountiful Breasts at her 'Want a small bit of mine? I might be convinced to share'

Benitsubasa could feel herself growl at each comment. She could feel herself being thrown, by Musubi with a large No. 8 on her body, over the bridge "No Love" she was accused of

Her soul cried out, as she felt herself grasp out for Natsuo's pant leg, trying to get his attention. She felt herself grabbed, and as she looked about desperately, again she saw Musubi No 8, trying to pull her away from him. She felt her heart throb in pain as Natsuo shrugged, and turned to Karasuba, a vague conversation taking place…

Haihane's voice rang out again 'He doesnt like girls.. he will never love you' she accused. 'Best to forget now.. washboard' and her dream seemed then to cycle again.. Various faces taunting her, teasing over her breast size, Yume accusing her of not having love, as she felt herself thrown once more… her heart cried out deeply for love..

It was then that his face showed. She was posed, ready to strike down Musubi, when he darted in the way, protecting her "DON'T, I wont let you" he cried out. Benitsubasa paused, frowning 'Then I will kill you first' she muttered.. her words echoed at her as she heard Yume again.. "You don't have love" echoing in her mind. She felt herself lunge at Minato Sahashi, and felt her body stop in midair, as if powerless.

Again her body felt as if it was about to be flung, as she heard the words 'Stop' as she felt herself hung upside down, held by her ankle. A great black bear hovered behind Musubi as Minato seemed to command her, holding back what was to be done to her.

"We don't need to hurt her Musubi" she heard his words echo "She just doesn't know love".

"She hasn't felt love.." the words echo through her very being, as she desperately cries out for Natsuo. For hope he might instill in her

The words echoed in her mind, echoed endlessly as she felt herself try desperately to grasp for Natsuo's suit, his pant leg, his arm, anything to support her, any small showing of concerned for her.

The abyss called for her, the darkness the great vast river below, seemed to be rushing towards her as she felt his lips upon hers suddenly. Shocked, opening her eyes, she saw his face, and cried.

"NOOOOO" She woke with a start, sweating again.

'Why am I dreaming of this monkey kissing me' she muttered to herself as she tried to stay awake now, staring at the ceiling, her mind racing.

- o Maison Izumo o -

Minato woke with a start. His finger placed to his lips, feeling the wet moistness that had been there just a moment before.

Blinking his eyes, trying to get his bearings, he felt the bodies against him, Tsukiumi on one arm, Musubi on the other.. Kazahane on one leg, Matsu, opposite. Ku... Where she always was, as he muttered 'noo, not again' he groaned a bit as the dream haunted him, as if it was a ballast hung about his neck.

Slowly he tried to extricate himself from the beauties who had attached themselves to him, he managed to stand, and get to the door, before Matsu woke.. turning about.. 'Mina-tan? where?' she half whispered..

"Fresh air" he replied back. I'll return soon..

A/N: I hope I have done Benitsubasa justice. She in my mind is extremely loyal, with a huge heart, which just wants love. To me, the incident at the bridge, where they where accused to lack love, cut her deep. The fact that her Ashikabi, and Karasuba show little regard for her loyalty, or her feelings further injures her, specially in the face of what she see's Minato give his sekirei.

Please, review, critique, and follow/favourite and I might try to expand upon this alternative universe.