The Director sat behind his desk. His chubby face was adorned with white spiky hair and a pair of glasses which always seemed to reflect the light and conceal his eyes. His matching white suit and cape did nothing to mask his round shape. His suit had been tailored to comfortably cover his substantial gut and widened hips.
Karasuba stood in front of his desk. She wore her traditional uniform, with a black leather top, and a matching miniskirt and stockings. Her grey haori matchered her ponytail as it hung loosely off her shoulders with the Sekirei symbol emblazed across the back. She stood there bored as she regarded the Director with her narrow eyes.
Minaka began, “You know Karasuba, I’ve been thinking. And I’ve decided upon a way to make the Sekirei Plan a bit more interesting. Of course you know that you are the leader of the Discipline Squad. And we both know that acquiring an Ashikabi will do nothing to change that. In which case, why should it matter who your Ashikabi is? So, I’ve decided to allow you to select your own Ashikabi.”
“Was that all Director?” Karasuba replied disinterested.
“Yep, now hurry along and get your wings. I can’t wait to see who you choose.” Minaka’s grin grew wider as he dismissed her.
Karasuba left without a word. Honestly, the whole thing seemed like a huge waste of time. She couldn’t care less about who her Ashikabi was, and she’d much rather just be assigned one and get it over with than go out and actually look for one. ‘And now I have to shift through the masses of vermin to find one I can actually use.’
She stopped in front of the elevator. It opened to reveal the head researcher, Takami.
Takami’s short grey hair matched her eyes as it framed her chubby face with its extra chin. She wore a white shirt with a black tie underneath a lab coat. Though the material used to make the lab coat was enough to form a bed sheet. Her basketball sized breasts rested heavily upon her flabby gut. Her hips flared out to approximately four feet in width. Her black pants looked to be stretched to the limit as they struggled to contain her, flared hips, tree trunk thighs, and beach ball sized butt. One hand held a clipboard while the other held a half eaten donut. The two didn’t even bother to acknowledge each other as they passed.
But as she entered the elevator, a thought occurred to her as she recalled a conversation she’d overheard between the Director and head researcher. ‘They had a son, one who is living here in the capital, don’t they? Given his parents, he’s sure to be an Ashikabi. And didn’t Takami swear to Minaka she’d never allow him to be caught up in the Sekirei Plan?’ As the elevator doors closed, a sinister smile formed on Karasuba’s face. ‘Perhaps I should pay him a visit.’
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