Yeah, well, I've decided to get with that Extraverse thing I was talking about.
Because, it's not like I'm jealous of "Dear Yuuya" or anything...
It'll probably be a tad bit OOC. Because, Extraverse.
Spoiler for So, did you think Extraverse was without drama?:
Takamura Yui was a girl in love.
It was, seemingly, yet another success in her seemingly perfect life. Born as a younger daughter to a prestigious Takamura family, Yui’s life was always a cut above others, no matter how humble she was. She never lacked for anything, and in turn, there was nothing for her parents to complain about. She didn’t complain –in fact, she enjoyed – the etiquette lessons her mother gave her, along with the knowledge of basic chores that any woman should know. From her father, she learned the tools of her family’s trade: to tinker with machines, to understand their structure on the most basic level, and to seek improvements in anything. There was nothing that couldn’t be improved, or changed. In school, she excelled at both academics and sports. Nature had blessed her with an outstanding body – soft, alabaster skin, silky, long dark hair, sparkling amethyst eyes, a supple and pronounced bust that most Japanese women would kill for, a shapely ass and great legs. Her parents had loved her, and she loved them. She had many friends, and the respect of her classmates. Her life was a fairy tale in all but name.
There was just one problem.
She was a girl in love.
And the man she loved was her half-brother.
Yui couldn’t tell when she fell in love with Yuuya. It certainly wasn’t when he arrived – when she was still young, and her vision of the world was still grounded in white-and-black. She had reviled him back then; as a man unfit to carry her father’s legacy, a shame on the family, a dirty, perpetually angry Yankee that bulldozed into her home…
She couldn’t stand his attitude, or his arguments with father, or how he would treat him, like filth. He never bothered to hide his contempt for the man. And that Yui, had, at the time, not understand, and could not forgive.
She was of course, mortified when he was somehow admitted into the senior year in the prestigious Hakuryou School, and became almost an instant sensation among female crowd. It was difficult to deal with him at home, much less at school
She was 14 back then. He was 18.
They were on skiing trip – along with their benefactors and close familial friends, the Ikarugas. It was a private affair , with little fanfare, and much of those silly, guilty little antics between her father, mother, and the head of Ikaruga family. His wife talked a lot with Yui, finding the girl very similar to her younger cousin, and strangely endearing. Yuuya had, thankfully, kept out of her way, instead opting to share whatever corruption he held with Tadakatsu-dono.
It was towards that final week that all the children had inevitably found themselves skiing on same slope, and inevitably, her and her bother got into a fight. She couldn’t remember what it was about, and she doubted Yuuya would either. The important part was that at some point they started chasing each other atop of the slope, getting further away from the known pathways. It was then that she tripped, and fell from a top of small hill onto a steep hillside, and slid into the woods. She could still recall her fear as the world danced before her eyes, and the pain when back of her head slammed into a tree; the pain when her body fell into the snow, and propelled by gravity, dashed over iced stones.
She awoke three days later, in Tokyo’s chief medical hospital.
It was the first time she had seen her mother expressing her emotion to such a degree, and it was the first day when her father had slapped her across the face, and called, to quote “Unbelievably moronic.”
After that, Ikaruga had visited her, and in his typical, shifty and charismatic fashion, explained that it was Yuuya who carried her to their cabin. It had taken him nearly a day and a half, because it just had to start snowing when she crashed. He also explained that Yuuya had done so despite breaking a leg when running after her.
A week later she was back home – the impressive family residence in Kyoto, where she would spend next two weeks. It was then that she finally gathered courage to confront her older half-brother.
When she did so, she had found him in one of the rooms overlooking the garden, on cold, silent night. He was praying then, muttering something quietly in English. It was strange – she never took Yuuya for the religious sort.
He talked to her first – he had explained that it was the anniversary of his mother’s death. She listened. It was one of the few times when she didn’t have a harsh, or smart-mouthed retort for him…and then, some kind of dam had simply burst. He told her how he was shunned as a kid back in the States, being raised in rural and conservative South; how his mother’s family scorned him for being a “freak”, and his mother as a whore. He had no-one to rely on, and no-one to call friend. All he had, was his mother, and the tiny, small hope that perhaps one day, people would accept him for what he was.
It was then that his mother was diagnosed with cancer.
She died in matter of years – painful years filled with untold suffering. Yuuya had almost dropped from highschool to try and work, and pay for her medication; and to visit her regularly.
It was silly of course. No part-time job would pay for years of chemotherapy. Even the few sympathetic townsfolk couldn’t offer any meaningful support. He was left alone, fully knowing that there was nothing that could save his mother’s life.
By the time her old colleague and Yuuya’s godfather, a famous engineer named Heineman, found them, Mira Bridges was gone too far.
Her death had shattered the Bridges family, which keenly felt that in her last days, Mira rued and cursed them, and they had done nothing to help her. His grandfather in particular, never recovered. William Bridges was many things, but he had, at least tried to be a good father. When he realized just how much suffering he had caused to his daughter, he broke and wept, and begged Yuuya to forgive him.
Yuuya did. Even he couldn’t tell why. Perhaps, his grandfather was simply the last person Yuuya intimately knew, regardless of how bad the terms of such relationship were. Perhaps it was Heineman’s counsel.
Yuuya had spent next few years with grandfather, who took it upon himself to bring Yuuya into his family, and teach him “things a young American gentlemen ough to know.” He had taught him hunting and survival, helped him study mathematics and biology. With Heineman’s help, Yuuya even got into an internship at Boening. A low key one, true, but one he had taken without competition at the age of 16.
And then his grandfather died. He was old, and the wounds that death of his sole child had left were too deep. Yuuya had no more direct relatives left. There was nothing, just an old, but well-kept house in Alabama, and a couple of mementos, his mother’s old notes from work and his grandfather’s Colt revolver.
Then his father – Yui’s father, found him through Heineman.
By the time Yuuya finished, Yui had long forgotten about what she had wanted to say. There was only Yuuya, saying “I don’t want to lose anyone. I don’t want my father to just leave again. I don’t want you to leave me, either.” There was no talk after that. Just the soft crying of a young girl, and a young man.
In the next few years, the relationship between them improved. Yuuya had taken the pains to be more “heir-like” as he called it, Yui took pains to deal with Yuuya’s “ruffian character”. They made an odd duo – him, a savvy, older charming young man, her a strict, no-nonsense young girl with a golden heart. Their father was proud; though his and Yuuya’s relationship was never fully repaired, at least they could sit in the same room without arguments.
She begun to admire Yuuya’s tenacity; even when he had begun to change, he did so on his conditions, and did it in his way. He was also loyal to a fault - when he said that he would do something, he would. It didn’t matter how long something would take, or how much pain he would suffer - if Takamura Yuuya decided that he wanted to do something done, he get it done, even if he had to shoot God on his way there.
Over time, she begun to notice more – that her half-brother was a grown man, and an attractive one at that. He was tall – almost as tall as their father. He was muscular and well-built, with handsome face, a ruffle of light-brown hair, gleaming, metal-like eyes and a rouge-ish grin. With time, more and more girls begun to beg Yui to set them up with her “hunk of foreign bother.” Girls had also flocked to him in formal functions, like the time when the three daughters of Takatsukasa family besieged him during their father’s birthday party. Yui noticed that too.
She had found herself snooping around, judging the girls her brother met. There was always something wrong – Tarisa was uncouth and an ADHD basket case, Stella was too flirty, Sharon – Yui had hated Sharon with an irrational passion, never mind that the girl was the date of Yuuya’s best friend!
She begun to help her older brother more often too, sometimes even when she didn’t really have to. She cooked for him, and brought him meals when he would stay up writing his university papers. She’s spar with him in family dojo, even when she was supposed to attend to her own homework. She’d spend hours as a discussion board, bouncing back technical ideas with Yuuya on machines they’d want to build.
She loved it when he praised her – that sweet, smoldering feeling of embarrassment and guilty pleasure.
She wanted more – it was not enough that Yuuya was her brother, and that automatically made her closer than most other women would ever be to him. She wanted more.
It was sudden – one day, Kazusa had teased her in that familiar, sarcastic tone. “Sure Yui-chan, sure. I bet the only man who could touch you in that way would be you brother. Aaaaah, the little Miss Yui, the perfect wife for a perfect man~ It’s so unfair! Leave some of that lovely arse to us girl.”
The thought of being Yuuya’s wife… of being by his side, through good or ill, to support him in his endeavors…to have him support her in turn…to share love, passion and dreams…it was just so natural when it came to her, that she didn’t even notice it.
She begun to go a little further – she would take her father’s recipes (the same that Mira would cook for Yuuya), and cook them by herself whenever they were alone. She’d fall asleep in his lap, and pin him for hours. She would feel panic and gut-wrenching anger whenever Tarisa and Sharon would drag him out on Friday nights to some drunken revelry…he didn’t need that. He had her. She could drink with him if he wanted.
The dreams started around that point.
They were simple at first. Little guilty pleasures, like a hug there, or kisses on top of her head…she would dream of her and Yuuya playing across the fields, stargazing into the night, without care in the world. As she reached height of puberty, the dreams became…vivid. She would no longer just hug Yuuya. She would kiss him –on lips, passionately, like those girls in those sappy Shojou managas that Shimako loved to read.
She wouldn’t call him aniki or Onii-sama. Just Yuuya. She’d beg for his touch…she would feel her body heat up at his breath…
It was exhilarating. It was at that point – when she’d wake up sweaty, breathless and satisfied – that she realized that she was in love.
And that her love wasn’t normal.
What sister lusted after her brother? What sister would rather prefer to have been born to someone else, so she could take the place next to her brother?
The first few months after that realization had been hard. She’d cry every night, aware that legitimately, her love was impossible. Yuuya had been close to her –he’d tease her now and then, give her an oddly close gesture of affection that would send her heart aflutter – and that would be it.
Did he even see her as a woman? A woman that would love him, that would care for him, that would bear him his child?
It was the entire white picket fence package as Sharon would put it. It wouldn’t be strange if Yui had those feelings for someone else – anyone really, but not for her brother.
Gods! What would her mother think when she’d find out? What would their father do?
So she’d cry every night, quietly into her pillow, crying herself to sleep. And in that sleep, in her dreams, she was free. She was just Yui, and he was Yuuya. There were no barriers between them; they lived as a family. They were happy. Sometimes, they would have a pair of children, sometimes just one, and sometimes they were lord and lady of the mansion, surrounded by servants awed of their love. It was silly, and it was corny and it was wrong, but Yui loved every moment of it.
And on those rare days that she’s stay alone in home, with no father, mother, or Yuuya, she’d sneak into his room and…did things she would never before have accepted, or believed that she was capable of. But it felt so good, so relaxing and relieving, that she couldn’t stop.
For a year, she fell into a comfortable routine, thinking about how to work out her feelings, while playing the role of close- suspiciously close, but only that- sister to a handsome brother, a dutiful daughter and an ambitious young woman; while on her rare free days, she’d drown in her fantasies of love.
That was before she came. The woman with the silver hair.
It's actually going to be a tri-shot. The first part is about Yui trying to deal with- and failing to deal with - her love. The next in Yui confronting Cryska. It also contains me, Sasahar and Goose. As girls. It'll be fun.
The last part is the Christmas party and (immoral) happy ending.
This I'd love to read, I've always been a fond of Yuiya.
(Placing in "Fanfiction" section because it's more of what 'might be' than what is in the canon Muv-Luv universe)
Just a thought: WHERE does it actually -outright- state in Muv-Luv that the BETA's 'creators' are silicate-based lifeforms? All of a sudden I'm not sure if assuming the "Creators" as "silicate"...or even having a -physical- form might not be a very incorrect assumption. I was basically tossing the idea of a silicate being wearing carbon-based organic armor (EG like a robot wearing BETA shells as 'Body Armor"), but stopped that train of thought just ten minutes ago when I thought this up (Four Vodka-Cranberry drinks helped, as did reading up on some...old stuff).
In primordial space, timeless creatures
made waves. These waves created us and the
others. Waves were the battles, and the
battles were waves.
Fleeing all W'rkncacnter, Yrro and Pthia
settled upon Lh'owon. They brought the
S'pht, servants who began to shape the
deserts of Lh'owon into marsh and sea,
rivers and forests. They made sisters for
Lh'owon to protect and maintain the paradise.
When the W'rkncacnter came, Pthia was
killed, and Yrro in anger, flung the
W'rkncacnter into the sun. The sun burned
them, but they swam on its surface.
Spoiler:
...this new chaos is entirely terrible, mindless, obeying rules that I don't comprehend.
(Placing in "Fanfiction" section because it's more of what 'might be' than what is in the canon Muv-Luv universe)
Just a thought: WHERE does it actually -outright- state in Muv-Luv that the BETA's 'creators' are silicate-based lifeforms?
Well, the definition given by 上位存在 for what 'life' is is simply 「珪素を基質とし、自己形成、自己増殖する散逸構造」, translated by ixrec as "constructs based on silicon, with an established self, that are capable of reproduction and scattering."
Well, I knew I was right in dropping this into Fanfiction instead of Game Discussion. Because there's some ideas I need to play with. Silicon-based lifeforms kind of have an established idea as to what they can and can't do (or be. Or do. Do be do be do.)
Found another sneak peek of MuvLuv Comet by Alastor Mobius Toth at SpaceBattles forums.
Spoiler for Reassignment:
Yuuya resisted his urge to impatiently tap his foot. “I don’t disagree with the basic idea sir.” He glanced a little sideways, through the window. “I’m questioning the need to send me, specifically.”
“Ah.” Sears nodded. “So the cat’s out of the bag.” “Do elaborate son.” He verbally continued.
“With respect to the assessment by Hexagon’s planners-” Yuuya stressed the word “- I’m neither a test pilot, not a diplomat. I’m a USSF surface pilot, and what I do best is to kill BETA or train people to do that.” He mentally suppressed the silhouettes of Bishop and others. “I’m needed here sir!” He tapped the General’s desk. “STAB is making progress, but we can do so much more!”
Sears eyes narrowed. “So, you’re implying that your team can’t work without you, Bridges?”
Yuuya shook his head. “That’s not what I’m implying sir; my team can work well enough with or without me.” He paused, before speaking up again, interrupting his commander before he even started. “What I mean is, that there are better qualified people for this job than me, and that I will be more useful to the country here, if not on the battlefield, than in some test lab. Helping Japs develop their shiny new toy is not in my job description.”
“Your job description says whatever we want to, Bridges.” Sears smiled only a little more smugly; he would not give out that easily his satisfaction with how the young man was conducting himself. “Besides, Japanese insist that we provide a quote, unquote “certified combat pilot.” And to say that you’re certified would be an understatement.”
Also, more of extra love drama. A bit shorter this time, and it pretty much closes the narrative arc, before we move onto deeds.
Spoiler for Enter the Cryska:
Within the span of few months, Yui had learned to sift the women her brother spent time with, into two groups. Those who had been nothing more than friends, and the rest were the sows that sucked up to him. The first group was relatively small, and kept mostly to his university acquaintances; Tarisa, who for all her faults would walk into hell to help her friends, Stella, who for all her flirting was always willing to lend an ear or advice. Even Sharon – well, Yui still disliked her, but at least she kept her lust to Leon. Mostly. There were also these three –weird- girls; Alastoria Toth (who names their daughter like that!?), Goose (she never caught her first name) and Stephanie Sasahara. Yui was pretty certain that it was more than “girl’s friendship”, beyond the fact that poor Stephanie and Goose were always dragged into some other, insane plot that Alastoria cooked up. Yui still remembered the rather…spectacular fire that ensured that Fikatsia Latorova would never hold a barbeque, ever again, and that would leave the poor, clumsy Japanese Australian forever without husband.
Although, she had to give it to Alastoria; Yui had never eaten a better steak since then.
Then, there was the rest. It was a diverse group, all the way from refined Takatsukasa sisters, to that Chinese (or Taiwanese – Yui didn’t care) slut, Cui Yifey. Yui had very quickly found a way to deal with them – a smartass remark there, a polite slight there. The best part however, was that she knew these women would – could not do anything about her. Her brother would always take her side in an argument, and none of the girls would dare to insult her in Yuuya’s presence. Everyone had assumed that Yui was simply an overprotective younger sister that didn’t want her brother leaving her family.
They thought it was cute.
And then, one day, when her parents took her away on business trip and Yuuya stayed behind; they returned to find him in a futon with a girl his age, in a complete state of undress.
It was how Takamura family learned of Yuuya’s girlfriend.
Her mother only chuckled, and politely nodded to the girl, before indicating that she was, quite naked, and should rectify that immediately. Their father laughed and gave mortified Yuuya a “thumbs up”, leading Yui and her mom out of the room, saying that his son needed “the quality time”.
She was too shocked to say anything.
Yui couldn’t say that it was the first time she met Cryska Barchenowa personally – she had showed up at their house before. She had always been a quiet, reserved woman. She spoke in rather cold tone, and rarely displayed her emotions. She reminded Yui a bit of an ice sculpture – very beautiful, but very cold, and lonely.
She’d often talk with Yuuya on some technical matters (Yui knew that they were in same class for mechanics and applied robotics), but it didn’t seem like anything more than a professional friendship. Sure, Yuuya would argue with her from time-to-time on some philosophy, or would bother Cryska about her demeanor, but that was it.
Yui should have known better.
She should have noticed that faint smile Cryska would involuntarily show when being around Yuuya, the same glazed eyes as she had herself when looking after him. She should have known that Cryska was in love with Yuuya as well.
She wanted to hate Cryska with every fiber of her being. Cryska was beautiful, in this exotic, fairy kind of way. She had wonderful, gleaming, silver hair, a magnificent bust and a fit figure. She had such pretty, light lavender eyes. And her voice. Yui hadn’t quite realized, but it sounded more like some kind of fantastic fey song that human speech, whenever the woman opted to drop her cold façade. If Cryska went into entertainment business, she would have made a killing. But above everything else, she wasn’t Yuuya’s sister. How could Yui compete with that?
She couldn’t. Yuuya loved Cryska– of that much she was certain. He would talk about her to no end, even when it was just him and Yui. He had became quite serious too – she could have heard how he was planning on starting working immediately after his university, maybe receive officer’s training, and then commission, in the army. He wanted to give Cryska a real home.
He wanted her to become his wife.
His father was happy. Her mother approved – Cryska was not from Japanese high society, but she was pretty, intelligent and well-mannered, if a little blunt at times. Her guardian was also a very famous businessman. Yui wanted to hate her so much, she wanted nothing more to take her family sword and drive it into Cryska’s heart again and again…but she couldn’t.
She understood that her brother was happy with Cryska. And as a woman who loved Yuuya Takamura, Yui couldn’t bring herself to ruin his happiness.
She wanted him to be happy for gods’ sake!
So she had went back to crying softly into her pillow, dreaming at nights that she was in a different world, as a different Yui. A world where her love was, simply put, normal.
But that didn’t help anymore.
She begun to be more apathetic day-by-day. Her friends became worried about her well-being, but Yui just brushed them off with some casual excuse. She felt like she was locked into a cage of ice – able to watch the world, but unable to do anything about it.
She watched how her brother had spent time with Cryska, and bit her lip when she realized that there was nothing she could do.
“Do you…hate me, Takamura Yui?” Cryska was sharper than Yui assumed. Or maybe, she was getting sloppy.
“You’re important to Yuuya…and so, you are important to me. If there is anything I can do to help, please let me know.”
How!? How was she doing it!? Yui had to turn around to hide her watering eyes. Did that woman knew just how painful these words were? How deeply they wounded her, how easily they shattered the illusion about her life?
She wished that she could just say something and wave her off. But she couldn’t. Not anymore.
“We are not enemies, Cryska Barchenowa.” Yui whispered quietly. “We are something much, much worse than that.” Yui took little solace in the woman’s shock as it spread across her face.
“But in the end, I never stood a chance against you.”
And a single tear fell into the wind.
From personal experience, being powerless is the absolute worst experience you can ever have. The despair of the fact is almost overpowering.
Also, the first drinking will be next. As will Inia's master plan for a Happy End.
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Let the world fear us all.
It's just means to an end.
Our salvation lies in the Father's sins.
Also, more of extra love drama. A bit shorter this time, and it pretty much closes the narrative arc, before we move onto deeds.
Spoiler for Enter the Cryska:
Within the span of few months, Yui had learned to sift the women her brother spent time with, into two groups. Those who had been nothing more than friends, and the rest were the sows that sucked up to him. The first group was relatively small, and kept mostly to his university acquaintances; Tarisa, who for all her faults would walk into hell to help her friends, Stella, who for all her flirting was always willing to lend an ear or advice. Even Sharon – well, Yui still disliked her, but at least she kept her lust to Leon. Mostly. There were also these three –weird- girls; Alastoria Toth (who names their daughter like that!?), Goose (she never caught her first name) and Stephanie Sasahara. Yui was pretty certain that it was more than “girl’s friendship”, beyond the fact that poor Stephanie and Goose were always dragged into some other, insane plot that Alastoria cooked up. Yui still remembered the rather…spectacular fire that ensured that Fikatsia Latorova would never hold a barbeque, ever again, and that would leave the poor, clumsy Japanese Australian forever without husband.
Although, she had to give it to Alastoria; Yui had never eaten a better steak since then.
Then, there was the rest. It was a diverse group, all the way from refined Takatsukasa sisters, to that Chinese (or Taiwanese – Yui didn’t care) slut, Cui Yifey. Yui had very quickly found a way to deal with them – a smartass remark there, a polite slight there. The best part however, was that she knew these women would – could not do anything about her. Her brother would always take her side in an argument, and none of the girls would dare to insult her in Yuuya’s presence. Everyone had assumed that Yui was simply an overprotective younger sister that didn’t want her brother leaving her family.
They thought it was cute.
And then, one day, when her parents took her away on business trip and Yuuya stayed behind; they returned to find him in a futon with a girl his age, in a complete state of undress.
It was how Takamura family learned of Yuuya’s girlfriend.
Her mother only chuckled, and politely nodded to the girl, before indicating that she was, quite naked, and should rectify that immediately. Their father laughed and gave mortified Yuuya a “thumbs up”, leading Yui and her mom out of the room, saying that his son needed “the quality time”.
She was too shocked to say anything.
Yui couldn’t say that it was the first time she met Cryska Barchenowa personally – she had showed up at their house before. She had always been a quiet, reserved woman. She spoke in rather cold tone, and rarely displayed her emotions. She reminded Yui a bit of an ice sculpture – very beautiful, but very cold, and lonely.
She’d often talk with Yuuya on some technical matters (Yui knew that they were in same class for mechanics and applied robotics), but it didn’t seem like anything more than a professional friendship. Sure, Yuuya would argue with her from time-to-time on some philosophy, or would bother Cryska about her demeanor, but that was it.
Yui should have known better.
She should have noticed that faint smile Cryska would involuntarily show when being around Yuuya, the same glazed eyes as she had herself when looking after him. She should have known that Cryska was in love with Yuuya as well.
She wanted to hate Cryska with every fiber of her being. Cryska was beautiful, in this exotic, fairy kind of way. She had wonderful, gleaming, silver hair, a magnificent bust and a fit figure. She had such pretty, light lavender eyes. And her voice. Yui hadn’t quite realized, but it sounded more like some kind of fantastic fey song that human speech, whenever the woman opted to drop her cold façade. If Cryska went into entertainment business, she would have made a killing. But above everything else, she wasn’t Yuuya’s sister. How could Yui compete with that?
She couldn’t. Yuuya loved Cryska– of that much she was certain. He would talk about her to no end, even when it was just him and Yui. He had became quite serious too – she could have heard how he was planning on starting working immediately after his university, maybe receive officer’s training, and then commission, in the army. He wanted to give Cryska a real home.
He wanted her to become his wife.
His father was happy. Her mother approved – Cryska was not from Japanese high society, but she was pretty, intelligent and well-mannered, if a little blunt at times. Her guardian was also a very famous businessman. Yui wanted to hate her so much, she wanted nothing more to take her family sword and drive it into Cryska’s heart again and again…but she couldn’t.
She understood that her brother was happy with Cryska. And as a woman who loved Yuuya Takamura, Yui couldn’t bring herself to ruin his happiness.
She wanted him to be happy for gods’ sake!
So she had went back to crying softly into her pillow, dreaming at nights that she was in a different world, as a different Yui. A world where her love was, simply put, normal.
But that didn’t help anymore.
She begun to be more apathetic day-by-day. Her friends became worried about her well-being, but Yui just brushed them off with some casual excuse. She felt like she was locked into a cage of ice – able to watch the world, but unable to do anything about it.
She watched how her brother had spent time with Cryska, and bit her lip when she realized that there was nothing she could do.
“Do you…hate me, Takamura Yui?” Cryska was sharper than Yui assumed. Or maybe, she was getting sloppy.
“You’re important to Yuuya…and so, you are important to me. If there is anything I can do to help, please let me know.”
How!? How was she doing it!? Yui had to turn around to hide her watering eyes. Did that woman knew just how painful these words were? How deeply they wounded her, how easily they shattered the illusion about her life?
She wished that she could just say something and wave her off. But she couldn’t. Not anymore.
“We are not enemies, Cryska Barchenowa.” Yui whispered quietly. “We are something much, much worse than that.” Yui took little solace in the woman’s shock as it spread across her face.
“But in the end, I never stood a chance against you.”
And a single tear fell into the wind.
From personal experience, being powerless is the absolute worst experience you can ever have. The despair of the fact is almost overpowering.
Also, the first drinking will be next. As will Inia's master plan for a Happy End.
Found another sneak peek of MuvLuv Comet by Alastor Mobius Toth at SpaceBattles forums.
Spoiler for Reassignment:
Yuuya resisted his urge to impatiently tap his foot. “I don’t disagree with the basic idea sir.” He glanced a little sideways, through the window. “I’m questioning the need to send me, specifically.”
“Ah.” Sears nodded. “So the cat’s out of the bag.” “Do elaborate son.” He verbally continued.
“With respect to the assessment by Hexagon’s planners-” Yuuya stressed the word “- I’m neither a test pilot, not a diplomat. I’m a USSF surface pilot, and what I do best is to kill BETA or train people to do that.” He mentally suppressed the silhouettes of Bishop and others. “I’m needed here sir!” He tapped the General’s desk. “STAB is making progress, but we can do so much more!”
Sears eyes narrowed. “So, you’re implying that your team can’t work without you, Bridges?”
Yuuya shook his head. “That’s not what I’m implying sir; my team can work well enough with or without me.” He paused, before speaking up again, interrupting his commander before he even started. “What I mean is, that there are better qualified people for this job than me, and that I will be more useful to the country here, if not on the battlefield, than in some test lab. Helping Japs develop their shiny new toy is not in my job description.”
“Your job description says whatever we want to, Bridges.” Sears smiled only a little more smugly; he would not give out that easily his satisfaction with how the young man was conducting himself. “Besides, Japanese insist that we provide a quote, unquote “certified combat pilot.” And to say that you’re certified would be an understatement.”