July 13, 2014, 1100 hours. Eurasian Joint Strike Force Training Ground, Berlin.
“Ha… ha… ha…”
“What’s wrong, sissy boy? I’ve seen a girl faster than you-“
As if he’s tempting fate, the drill instructor was surprised by a single boy, swift as hurricane, subtle as night breeze. Passing through the barricade and web like it wasn’t there, for each step heard like a tap on the corner of desk, silent and light.
That boy was smiling al along; his brow eyes gave an unexplainable radiant charm.
It’s not that long for him to hold the first rank, for a girl with silver hair to pass him rather easily.
“Weakling” was the only words came from her lips as she passed him, much to his chagrin.
“Amazing” that mock, supposedly serve as humiliating remarks, however serves a coal to the stove, he was encouraged to push himself harder.
As of now, the margin of difference isn’t that great. Arrived in the firing range, they quickly snatched nearby weapon container chute-dropped from a passing aircraft, while pressed themselves to dodge a barrage of paint bullets.
*Ka-klak-ka-klak*
*Ka-klik-chick*
“My sign” delivering a series of handsign, the silver haired girl grinned, earned a small nod as response from the boy. Both of them launched themselves, rolling on top of the damp battlegrounds to reach nearby boulder, which they use as cover.
*AH-TATATATATATA*
*B-TOOM* *B-TOOM*
Firing high velocity plastic rounds, the submachinegun and the shotgun deliver a series of barrage, smashed a pair of sentry drone in process.
A single tubular object was thrown to another group of drone, exploding in a deafening bang and eye-blinding flash.
All the while the boy and the girl successfully flanked the confused drone sentries, disabled them with another barrage.
Other participant of the survival race almost caught off guard, as they watched those pintsized darkhorses mowing through the blockade of paint-gun armed drones.
Kicked the door, she began to clear the way with suppression fire, and the boy stepped on the wall, bouncing like a rubber ball and securing the rest with a hail of bullets.
Switching roles in another area, the girl was able to flank the drones and stab them with her knife as he act as decoy.
On another area, filled with mock trap, they have to be careful.
“Just a little more”
“Go ahead…”
Sharply gazed at him, the girl frowned.
“Too much…this… cannot handle…”
The survival course itself is designed for well trained adult, and with both of them being a couple of 13 year old half-pint, them reaching this area is miraculous…. That or they’re not just average kids.
As his legs gave up, the boy tripped and laying on the hard soil, panting. His red hair has been washed with mud and dirt, almost unrecognizable anymore. The girl left him without any hesitation…
“This is the end huh?” chuckled; he let himself to relax…
Only to find that he is carried by the girl.
“WHA?”
“Helpless guy, is the type I despite the most, you hear that, shrimphead?!” she barked, hiding her own difficulties of carrying a boy slightly taller and tad heavier that her.
“-Ki’
“What?! Talk louder!”
“The name is Yuuki, you twat!”
“Buh, get yourself on your ass and RUN!” she roared, thrown him with such a great force that he could land on his feet and accelerate quickly “and the name is Bodewig!”
Passed the safety line, they choose to jump into nearby pool of water, and almost drowned themselves due to rapid cooldown of their muscle and nerve system, causing a parenthesis.
“Fuah! Ha… ha… that was amazing….”
“… Pffftt, still a kid you are?”
“Hell how can be you so calm about that?” he asked in disbelief. Showing no sign of excessive fatigue, the girl doesn’t look like already running in 10 km route full of traps and drones, just a little panting and sweat.
Meanwhile, the guy is a mess of a man, his face is bright red and both his heart rate and breath is irregular.
“Who told you brats to swim here huh?’
Hesitantly, both of them looked behind and grin awkwardly, the instructor from hell crossed her arm on top of her impressive assets, not even bulletproof vest could hide them.
The sheer beauty and elegance of her appearance does not diminish the utter terror she brought with that compelling smirk of her.
“GET OUT OF THE POOL, NOW!”
“WAAAAAH!!!!”
“Ever since then, I was afraid of women”
“[BWAHAHAHAHAHAAH!]”
“Shut up you retard!”
“[But really, in this world full of heresy and insanity, anything is possible… including girls as strong as what you described]”
“Yeah, I knew, supersoldier in form of half-pint girl, if that’s not insane then I don’t know”
Lying on his fluffy bed, now 15 years old, the boy reminded himself again what happened in the summer vacation about two years ago.
Sent to a military camp in German, admittedly composed of mostly female (and by no means ordinary female) made him a little traumatized, and devoid of close contact with girls.
This in turn, gave him a trouble in case of love life.
“Rito. Where’s the body soap?”
“USE YOUR OWN GOD-FORSAKEN CLOSET!”
And there’s also this girl, his cousin, or rather, his half sister, since her mother is his mother’s twin sister.
And she just happens to resemble him, A LOT. Except for the sign of femininity such as less spiky-hair, narrow shoulder blades and curved builds, they’re near indistinguishable.
And her name is Riko Yuusaki.
“But Mikan is using it”
“You’re girls right? Would it be a bother for you girls to use shower together?”
“o-ho, you little naughty dog, don’t even think about it!”
“I DON’T WANNA HEAR IT FROM YOU! Besides, there’s the one in Kaa-san and Tou-san’s room!”
“[Oi Rito, why are you acting like a madman?]”
Rito took a deep breath and answered “The usual reason”
“What? Riko-san is there? Let me talk to her-“
Closing the distance between them, the girl cooed and whistled, then sensually muttered on the phone “Can we talk later, Saruyama-kun? We’re a little… ahh… busy”
“[Wha-wat, WAIT A MINUTE! RITO! I’LL KILL YA-]“
*Beep* *beep* *beep*
“What are you grinning for? That’ll cause a misunderstanding!” growled, he quickly threw his cell phone to his bed, and quickly went to retrieve his stash of P.H. product.
“Well, we’re cousin, so I don’t think there’s much problem with marriage-“
“Genetically speaking, half sibling” Rito shot her with a quick argument “Go ahead and quickly finish your business, you’re going to catch a cold”.
“Oh-kay~”