Chapter 1: Marianas Memories
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I ran my hand along the once polished brass railings that lined the hallway of the officer decks, barely having escaped the torrential rains that now slammed against the silent ship. My parents were always working, and when they got home, they slept... the government took advantage of the adult refugees, making them work menial jobs despite their education.
I looked at my tan skin and sighed. What was a sign of beauty in one place was seen as subhuman in another. The pretty girls with their long black hair and perfect, near alabaster skin looked upon him with only derision. And the boys... they did not like that the Islander outperformed them in every academic and physical fitness field.
I opened the door to the Captain’s cabin and fished out the many sizes too large uniform jacket, pulling it on and admiring my ridiculous self in the mirror.
“Junyou!” I cried. “The mightiest vessel in the Japanese fleet! Send those Sirens back to where they came from!”
I struck a pose and then ran up to the tower, and though the pouring rain obscured the flight deck below, I pointed at an imaginary target in the sky.
“Launch fighters! Defend our ship! Not a single bullet will touch us today!”
I ran from station to station, filling in the duties of each of the bridge crew, though I did not know what many of them did. There may not be anyone here, but that doesn’t mean a ship can run itself! After an hour of this, I felt tired, and made my way back down to the Captain’s cabin, sitting on the bed and closing my eyes.
The echoes of my voice stopped and only creaking silence remained. However I wasn’t scared or felt alone, not here. A sense of comfort came over me, as though I were being hugged. I closed my eyes and drifted off…
***
The Commander’s head shook in a daze, realizing that he was almost distracted. He blinked for a few moments before tapping the end of his pen against the folder in front of him. His eyes regained focus as he looked at the file that put him through his pause.
The Isonorm font read in bold, ‘MARIANAS.’ It had been some time since he thought about that name and what it stood for. The last time he had been there, his country still had its original name. These uncomfortable memories made him frown, and the rhythmic tap of his pen grew faster.
His parents had come from the Marianas, though the islands had been under the control of pre-Siren War Japan for as long as anyone could remember. The renamed Sakura Empire had retreated from their holdings in the wake of an immense assault by Siren forces. He and his family had been relocated to Tokyo, where he was conscripted into attending the Naval Academy after being subjected to a battery of aptitude tests.
However, the mainlanders did not fully accept him, thanks largely to his tan skin and islander heritage. He worked very hard, but he worked alone, his loyalty often called into question.
He spent much of his free time in the company of the many ships that were victims of the Siren war. The kansen had quickly replaced the need for traditional ships and crews, but the moored hulks instilled a sense of melancholy in him.
***
A knock at the door made the Commander open his eyes, and he took a sip of the oolong that needed refreshing.
“Come in,” the Commander called.
Ryuuhou, his secretary ship, let herself in and bowed deeply in greeting. “Shikikan, I have compiled multiple fleet composition recommendations for your approval. Have you had the time to review the Marianas file?”
“I have.” His Japanese was impeccable, but the kansen in front of him spoke it so beautifully that he self-consciously looked at the tan skin on his hands. No kansen that had ever served in his fleet ever commented nor seemed to care about his heritage.
“Here are the reports. Please let me know which fleets you would like to send. Shikikan, are you ok?” She set the folders down and favored him with a look of concern, her hand covering his briefly.
He was by no means chaste; the comforts offered by the prime female forms of the shipgirls were too irresistible. Yet there was no serious connection, and Ryuuhou was offering him only the comforts of the flesh.
She was the one that caught his attention. The light carrier was gentle and kind, and he sought her comfort often. She was the only one, however, as he did not particularly find the idea of polygamy appealing. He did not hesitate to return the flirtatious mannerisms of some of the other kansen, however, as he found they enjoyed the attention immensely.
Before she drew her hand away, he gently itched her palm, signalling that he would enjoy the pleasure of her company this evening. His childhood memories were something he would rather forget, and making fresh memories in the arms of a beautiful kansen was one way of doing just that…
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Ryuuhou’s normally even-tempered attitude was as absent as the usual smile on her visage. “Shikikan, we are devoting too much to the Marianas. What about the other theaters? We only have so many resources, and you’ve sent the best shipgirls and the best equipment there.”
“Command will fill in the holes. This is by far the most important theater. We need to recapture it. No exceptions.” The Commander held her gaze, his authority absolute. It had been a week since the beginning of the campaign against the Sirens in the Marianas, and the resistance they offered scaled dramatically in that time.
Ryuuhou gritted her teeth. “Shikikan, you cannot push the girls this hard. If you do-”
“We must free the people there… any humans left need to be saved. In addition, it is a crucial strategic point for the Empire and we must not let it fall.” He leaned back in his chair.
“Why is this so important!” Ryuuhou spat.
The Commander didn’t understand why the normally sweet shipgirl was becoming so confrontational over this. Nothing out of the ordinary was happening… so what if he was driving them a bit harder? The Sirens had grown ever more powerful, but so had they.
He let out a sigh. “I am from the Marianas, Ryuuhou. I am Japanese, but only because I was born there when it was part of the Empire. I… wish to see them freed. I wish to see my homeland again.”
The light carrier was surprised. This was the first time she had heard him speak of her past. “Shikikan, I didn’t know… but I must insist you be rational! Please consider that they are as human as they look. They still need rest, and time to relax.”
He nodded, acknowledging her concerns. “Very well. See that the sorties are halved and twenty percent of resources diverted back to the main fleet. That is the best I can offer for now.”
“Understood. It will be a very welcome relief.” Ryuuhou relaxed, her sigh of relief far more audible than she intended. Her cheeks flushed as he looked at her, and she went around to his side, pressing herself against him, the warmth of her ample bosom creating a need in him that she would satisfy shortly, her hand tracing down his side and towards his pants…
He didn’t care that she was doing it out of deference, an apology for her disrespect earlier. The Commander would not have punished her anyway, but he needed the release as much as she did. The stress of the new campaign had reached a breaking point.
The window was open, the cool breeze gently rustling the curtains, the soft snores of the nude shipgirl beside the Commander making him look back, the resting form of Ryuuhou sensual in the moonlight. She laid on her back, and he reached over to handle one of her soft breasts, resulting in a small smile and a murmur as she adjusted her position so that she lay on her side, head nestled in her hands.
The wind caressed his naked body as he stood at the window… the window that happened to look out toward the Marianas. He felt something pull him, something stronger than even the allure of Ryuuhou’s gorgeous figure. What awaited him? Why was he unable to quell the flame of rashness inside him?
***
Morale was high. Victory came easily to the girls now that they were properly recuperating, and the day would soon come for the Commander to join them on their final sortie into the Marianas. Ryuuhou already prepared his stateroom aboard her vessel, and a large combined fleet was assembled for the last assault.
Command was impressed with his progress, and sent two veterans down to reinforce his fleet. As he was walking down his hall to greet the new arrivals, whom he had yet to meet or even know the names of, two kitsunes cornered him, approaching quickly and forcing him back to the wall.
They radiated a raw, sensual energy, and their eyes bore into him as the brown-haired one pinned him to the wall, sniffing him. “Kaga… do you smell it?”
The white-haired kitsune nodded, leaning forward and sniffing delicately, her nose twitching. “Mhmm… I do, my sister.”
“Wait… you’re Kaga and Akagi?” The Commander was shocked. The first carrier division was here?
They nodded, Kaga moving closer. Akagi’s nose twitched, realizing something. “You’re unclaimed… I can smell Ryuuhou on you, but it’s not the kind of scent an oni leaves on the one she loves. Oh my… Kaga, should we take him as our own?”
“That might be troublesome.” Her white fox ears twitched.
Akagi frowned. “You’re no fun. Not to worry though, we’ll be around for a bit~.” She laughed and leaned forward, reaching down to place her hand on his thigh as she gently bit his nose.
“I uh…” He was taken aback. She was far more direct than the other girls.
They were gone before he could even make a retort. The first carrier division was legendary, the two kitsunes known for the sheer destruction they could levy against their enemies. Taking a deep breath to calm down, he tried to get himself under control. There was something about their scent, the way it teased him, that made him feel uneasy.
He had heard about commanders who had harems, but these two? They’d have a harem of commanders!
***
A squadron of kamikaze Siren aircraft streaked towards the Ryuuhou , breaking through the CAP with minimal losses.
The battle had been going well, but the first carrier division was focused elsewhere, and the light cruisers providing anti-aircraft cover were dealing with problems of their own. The next five minutes would determine the outcome of the battle.
“Scrambling fighters!” Ryuuhou called out, and the planes lifted from the deck as quickly as they materialized. Yet there still wasn’t enough time.
The Commander prayed, putting his hands together in front of him and hoping for a miracle…
***
The smile of the boy was too precious… she could let nothing happen to her little friend. The Sirens may have filled her with holes, left her unfit… but when the time came, she would take the form so many others had…
One day, a wisdom cube would allow her rebirth… and then she would stop at nothing to protect him!
***
A cry rent the air, making the Commander look about as multiple squadrons streaked towards the ship, planes of the Sakura Empire firing upon and even colliding with the Siren kamikazes, leaving not a single one still in the air. A flurry of Siren activity exploded over their point of origin, and he raced down and onto the flight deck.
“Now’s our chance!” He yelled over the communicator. “All kansen, focus on those coordinates!”
He watched as ordinance of all kinds turned the area into an impressive fireworks display, the resulting stillness somewhat surprising after the fury of the battle. Akagi and Kaga alighted on the Ryuuhou, approaching him.
“Wonderful work. Perhaps you’d like to accept our reward now? Surely Ryuuhou won’t mind…” Akagi chuckled and clasped onto his arm. Kaga reddened slightly, obviously not as forward as her sister, but no less promiscuous.
He hardly heard them, another sound reaching his ears as he pulled away without thinking. A soft cry, a plea for help. It was new, and yet… familiar. This troubled him. Was it an old friend, a human caught in the crossfire?
Noshiro pulled alongside, taking him into her arms and jumping back down onto her light cruiser, the ship quickly closing the distance to where the cries were originating. In the middle of the destruction floated a heavily-damaged shipgirl, clutching a piece of debris. She looked up as she saw them, her red eyes brightening for a moment as they landed on the Commander, her pained expression breaking into a smile of disturbing happiness.
“You’ve… kept me waiting…”
These details escaped him as he pulled her aboard, cradling her in his arms as he brought her to the infirmary and laid her down, letting the machines do their work.
“You’ll be ok,” He assured her.
“Of course… I will be…” she said, her voice as soft as that of a long-time lover. “I’m back with you.”
Her words confused him, but the medication kicked in and she was asleep. Ryuuhou stepped in, her eyes widening at the sight of the other kansen.
“That’s… that’s Hiyou’s sister, Junyou!”
Her troubled expression as she quickly led the Commander out of the infirmary was less than inspiring, but his curiosity would not be sated so easily…
***
The kansen provided air and ground support to the regular army that landed landed on the Marianas shortly after the kansen established a beachhead. It comprised well-equipped commando teams that would search and destroy any remaining Siren support personnel on the island.
While the Commander would not advance far inland, a coastal town that had been spared much of the initial bombardment due to its strategic position was secured by standard infantry backed up by two squads of commandos, one of which was assigned to the Commander.
“You guys don’t need to follow me around everywhere, you know,” He joked with them as they took post outside the restroom. “I just need to relieve myself.”
“We have our orders, sir.”
He sighed and looked over to see the other commando team following the first carrier division. A suppressed, involuntary chuckle followed. The Commander doubted they would need any help to defend themselves.
After his business was finished, he headed towards the small clinic where Junyou was recovering. He gestured for the guards to wait outside while he took a seat at her bedside.
She was asleep, lightly dozing in the mid-afternoon heat that the air conditioning struggled to keep at bay. Her mouth hung slightly open, the graceful lines of her jaw ending in a delicate chin. Her petite nose was slightly upturned, her face a picture of femininity. She was not cute… she was beautiful. If there was something cute about her, it was the small beauty spot under her left eye. Her lavender hair hung to her back, though it rested over her right shoulder, following the line of her ample breast.
Two hornlike tufts of hair rose on either side of her head, and she had the look of a raptor about her… and he thought that was fitting. Her eagle-like features befitted a carrier, a ruler of the skies.
She was rather short, only coming up to his chest, or so he estimated, though the blankets obscured everything below her midsection. Her eyes slowly fluttered open, settling on him as her attractive mouth curved into a small smile.
“Shikikan… you’re here…” She struggled to sit up.
He gently pressed her shoulder until she was comfortably resting again, “Junyou, it’s ok, please rest.”
She weakly moved her arm, her hand splayed. He took it, gently squeezing it as she smiled. Those deep red eyes bore into him, and it was then he knew she was something special.
“Shikikan, you’ll stay with me, right? I’ll always be with you…” she said, her eyes flashing as they firmly met his.
He nodded, “Of course, Junyou. I’ve already taken care of the paperwork. You’ll be joining my fleet.”
It wasn’t what she had meant, but…
He would discover the truth eventually.
“… then, once I’m healed, let’s go home together… like always.”
Notes:
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“This is how you prefer your tea, if I remember correctly.”
“There’s no need to bother with that mail. If anything comes in that’s important, I’ll make sure it reaches your desk. There’s no need to post love letters, you can just hand them to me~.”
“Let’s walk home together, Shikikan. Of course you won’t mind if I hold your arm like this, right?”
“Is it really necessary for Ryuuhou to be coming around now that I’m here?”
After her recovery, Junyou’s keen eye to detail of the Commander’s needs and sortieing made her rise quickly to becoming his second secretary ship. She was diligent, thoughtful, and had a knack for knowing what the Commander wanted before he even expressed it. Whether it be the cold ocha he was fond of at the hottest part of the day, or a bento crafted lovingly and handed to him before he retired to his quarters in the evening, it seemed she was always there at the right time. And yet, she realized that he paid her the same amount of attention as the other girls in his fleet, despite finally meeting him. He never made time to catch up with her, and it seemed his focus always lay elsewhere. He couldn’t be ignoring her, could he?
As if to prove her point, Ryuuhou showed up in the middle of her musings. “Shikikan, here are the commission reports. Nothing special. How’s your day going?”
“Oh, it’s been good.” He responded, focused on the report she handed him. He looked up at her and smiled. Junyou glowered at the exchange.
Ryuuhou thought to say something for a moment, but decided against it after locking eyes with the jealous-looking shipgirl. She left, feeling Junyou’s eyes on her back the entire way, shivers running down her spine.
“Hmph… those girls need to learn to read the room.” She muttered.
“What’s that?” The Commander asked.
“Ah, nothing at all! Here, let me refresh your cup.”
With that, the day continued as usual.
Tonight was different. Junyou didn’t go into the dorms, and instead waited after handing him the bento she had prepared earlier that day. She looked up, taking a step closer to him, her nostrils flaring as she decided to ask him directly.
“Shikikan, your scent is delightful, as pure as it was back then… don’t you remember me? I’ve been doing all I can for weeks now and it’s like… you don’t even know why.” Despondency overcame her expression as the Commander hurried to reassure her.
“Junyou, I believe you are a wonderful shipgirl, and am grateful for your attentiveness, but…” He paused. Her mouth set into a thin line, her displeasure obvious. “I really enjoy spending time with you.” He added.
It didn’t seem to work. “Junyou, thank you for the bento, but I need to get back. I’ll see you tomorrow, ok?”
“You’ll… see me tomorrow?” She cringed. He was doing it again. Keeping his distance. There had to be something pulling him away. Her head snapped towards the command building where his quarters were. In the light of his window she saw a silhouette seemingly dress down. “Ryuuhou…” Junyou snarled.
She took off, much faster than him. While he set a good pace, he returned to find the half-naked Ryuuhou and Junyou at each other’s throats. He heard scuffling as soon as he entered the building, the door wide open and spilling light into the hall. Junyou had her hands on Ryuuhou’s neck, pinning her to the wall.
“You harlot! Don’t you know he belongs to me?”
“He doesn’t belong to anyone, he serves the Sakura Empire as a whole, we all do!” Ryuuhou shouted back. “What makes you think you belong to him alone?”
Junyou dropped the other shipgirl from her grasp. “I’m his childhood friend! I’ve known him all his life! You’re just some slut that he uses to get off. You’re nothing more than a masturbation aid. You’ll never love him like I do!” Junyou’s eyes flashed dangerously, her body trembling with repressed rage.
Ryuuhou seemed more taken aback than anything else as she regained her breathing. “I… what?” She shook her head. “I’m not even going to bother.” She fixed her clothes and turned to face the Commander. “Be careful, Shikikan. Don’t let her get into your head. She’s obviously crazy.” She scoffed and left, muttering, “should have left her there...”
He turned to Junyou, who had calmed down and was now smiling, obviously proud of herself. “Much better. Since I’m already here, how about I tuck you in? We used to spend many nights together, you know.”
The Commander sighed. “I don’t think that’s a great idea… besides, you can’t just attack a secretary ship like that unprovoked!”
Junyou looked crestfallen, but didn’t argue. She didn’t say anything, in fact. She just left, her quiet sobs barely reaching him before he shut the door.
He paused, hand resting on the handle. Something in his gut twisted at the sound of her despair.
“Junyou, wait.” He called after her. She stopped and turned, her tear-streaked face lighting up with hope. “Do you want to talk?”
***
Junyou’s elation was immediate, and the Commander had to brace himself so as to not be thrown off balance as she threw her arms around him, her embrace warm and full of unspoken emotion.
“Shikikan! I knew you’d understand! Are the memories...? No? Well, why don’t I tell you then?” She smiled, and the Commander found his own arms wrapped tightly around the shipgirl. Additionally, he realized that her large, soft breasts pressed against his chest. As she settled into his embrace, he realized her outfit might be more lighter-armored than his other ships, but he held his tongue.
Junyou nestled her head against his shoulder, sighing in contentment. Gone was the jealous girl screaming at Ryuuhou, and in her place was a loving, gentle spirit, desperate to awaken the memories that had lain dormant for so long.
“You can feel it, can’t you? My love for you started so long ago. We were together every day. Why can’t you remember? Shikikan... I need you to hurry up and remember!” Her insistence was startling, but he chalked it up to the severe damage she took during the battle.
Remembering the after-action reports, he realized something. She was the source of the planes that saved him. How had she...
“Junyou, how did you know?” He asked.
“What do you mean?”
“The planes. The Siren kamikaze planes... they were seconds away from immolating the tower.”
“Oh. I... I don’t know. One second, I was, then the next I knew how to use my rigging, and on the third, I sent them to intercept. I remember… hearing your voice out there.” Junyou trembled, her voice rising octaves as she recalled more of her awakening. Her grip on his back began hurting, but he endured. “I could withstand the sirens mocking me and making holes in me. But your voice… they tried getting between me and the Commander... I'LL KILL THEM!”
The Commander was quick to act and petted the top of her purple hair. “Shhh. Shhh. The sirens are gone now, Junyou. It’s just us and the fleet now. I’m safe, thanks to you.”
The Commander’s reassurance calmed her down and after a pause she continued. “I kept going until they found and bombarded me. There was no thought involved, just instinct...”
“Instinct? To protect someone you didn’t know?”
Those words stung Junyou more than the pain inflicted by the Sirens. “Shikikan! Stop saying such terrible things! You're almost as bad as those horrible girls that kept us apart all this time… why can’t you remember? I am your childhood friend, the one that loved you before anyone else. The one… who saw…” She was sobbing again, and he stroked her hair, trying to calm her down.
“Junyou, if I can’t remember, why don’t you help me remember?” His voice was gentle. He still didn’t believe in her strange claims. No kansen of the carrier Junyou existed prior to the Marianas engagement… and the original ship had been scrapped long ago. Her birth into the world was another strange machination of the wisdom cubes.
She looked up at him, and he wiped away a fresh tear. Her face was dangerously close to his, the sensation of her hot breath against his lips awakening something inside of him. Neither of them made the first move, but one moment they were separated, the next their lips were pressed together.
Soft, warm… her kiss was the kind of drug you could lose yourself in. For the first time, there was no echo in his head. There were no sirens, no paperwork, no orders from command, no pressure politics; it was just him and Junyou. They moved as one until he sat on the edge of the bed; Junyou straddled him, arms on his shoulder. When their mouths parted, a gossamer string of saliva still connected them.
A sense of familiarity washed over the Commander, as though this intimate interaction woke memories that had lain long dormant inside him. He looked at her again, and she told him of the time they had spent together.
Kisses interspersed her story, but the Commander found them as irresistible as she was insistent upon them. Her sweet, girlish scent wrapped around him as though it were a comforting blanket, and soon his entire world was little more than Junyou and the memories she slowly revived…
***
Feeling like a foreigner in your own land is something I understood all too well. One day, however, stood out among many others.
“You keep saying her name like that, and someone might think you got yourself a little girlfriend! The question is… who the hell would want to be around you?” The bully snarled. I held up my hands defensively. I was not one to search for a fight, but I wouldn’t be pushed around!
“Hey, leave him alone!” A girl’s voice cut through, powerful enough to catch the attention of the bully and his friends. The crowd of onlookers parted as a graceful girl in a kimono strode through, spreading her arms wide as aircraft streaked from her and towards the bullies, preparing to eradicate them…
Wait…
This isn’t real… Junyou… how are you…
I wasn’t there to defend you when you needed it… but you need to understand I wanted to be!
Junyou, just… tell me the truth, even if it hurts.
Okay.
I unveiled her mask and opened my eyes to that same scene. Despite my athleticism, they outnumbered me. Two of them held me while the third had beaten me with the kind of savagery reserved for teenagers and psychopaths. It hurt all over, and the idea of returning home alone was… detestable. They would blame me for the fight, of course. My skin color determined my fate, regardless of the circumstances. I hated it… I dreamed of the day I would enter the fleet academy.
So I made my way to one place I could truly escape from the world.
Whenever my day became rough, I would sneak away and onto the hulk of the Junyou , a Hiyou- class aircraft carrier that was deemed too damaged by the Siren bombing that had preceded the invasion and abandoned by the navy she served under. She had saved so many, including myself, by ferrying them to the mainland. Every day I would come to see her, often talking to the ship as though it could hear me. I savored the time I spent with her because I never truly felt alone aboard the magnificent vessel.
I was nestled in the blankets of the Captain’s cabin, nursing a cup of ocha. The warmth helped with the ache. I wanted to cry, but I needed to be strong. I wish they hadn’t announced the damned results over the school’s intercom.
“You know what they did, Junyou?” I spoke to the ship despite knowing she would not respond. “They beat me half to death. And for what? Because I scored better than all of them. I’ll be going to the Fleet Academy next year, two years ahead of schedule. I’ll become what they’ll never achieve. I’ll lead a fleet of strong, powerful, beautiful kansen against our enemy. They only care about the damn porno mags that show these girls getting used and abused, but I can’t… I won’t let idiots like them do that!”
I paused, taking deep breaths and trying to slow myself. I looked at the bandages and ointment I used on myself from a first-aid kit near me, and gritted my teeth. “No kansen would allow herself to be abused like that… and that’s all they talk about. The girls here are plain and flat, and giggle when they see the lovely kansen abused. They encourage it, the mean, hateful things they say about the ones I… no, everyone… owes their continued existence to…”
I had a few of the magazines, of course, but they were nothing like the horrible things some mangaka created. These were filled with wholesome depictions of love…
Then it hit me. “That’s what I want, isn’t it… I want to become a Commander to lead them, to protect them… but also because I want to feel that love that seems to be so freely given to those with fairer skin than mine.”
A wave of exhaustion washed over me at my less than flattering revelation. I sighed and leaned back against the headboard, closing my eyes…
***
Junyou lay curled up next to the Commander the next morning, the two having fallen asleep in each other’s arms before they had been so much as able to change into more appropriate evening wear.
“I… wanted to save you then too.”
He opened his eyes first and, careful not to disturb the sleeping, mumbling shipgirl beside him, extricated himself and made his way to the bathroom. It was his day off, but he still went through the motions.
“I don’t want to believe it,” he spoke to himself as the water cleansed his body, “but I have not told anyone else about that dark spot of my life before, not even my parents. Perhaps-“
He heard the door open when he was in the shower. His thoughts were put on pause.
“Shikikan?”
“Yeah, Junyou?”
“Do you… believe me now?” She asked timidly.
“Can this wait until after I get out of the shower?” He asked, wishing to enjoy his time. He heard a rustle of clothing on the other side of the curtain.
“I need your answer.” Her voice held a level of desperation to it. The Commander winced, and shook his head.
“Alright, I… you know so much, and I’m remembering. You are… or, rather, were, the same Junyou . I remember escaping to that ship and spending many nights there. I had to escape from the others, and from my own parents. My classmates would beat me, jump me on my way home… and then my father would beat me for starting fights I didn’t.”
He sighed. The kids he had gone to school with had parents placed in much higher positions than the one that paid his father’s meager salary, and they would punish him. It all rolls downhill…
“You know what else childhood friends do, Shikikan?” She asked. He looked to see one slender hand pull aside the curtain that led into the large bath, revealing her erotic, well-balanced naked form. His eyes slowly traveled down her body, her delicate pink nipples at odds with her large breasts, her midriff and navel looking soft, yet firm.
Her pubic hair was well-trimmed and in a fan shape. Despite presenting her nude form to him, her legs were clenched together, preventing him from seeing the rest of her womanhood. She caught him looking and smiled. “I could wash your back for you. Why don’t you take a seat?”
He fought hard to maintain control of his arousal and succeeded. The Commander didn’t feel it was the time, not with so many questions unanswered.
The sponge in her hand was delicate even as she worked it into his back, his eyes closed as he did everything in his power to not imagine the lovely shipgirl just behind him. It seemed too soon to make any sort of advance, not when there was still so much to consider…
For some reason, he found himself recalling his superiors lecturing him, telling him that he should consider himself lucky and implying that he could be a traitor to the Azur Lane. Even in the service he couldn’t escape his heritage, the mere color of his skin casting doubt on his loyalty.
He was part of Azur Lane before Iron Blood and the Sakura Empire had split from them to form their own faction and declared war. The betrayal hit command hard, and raised suspicions on those who stayed in Azur Lane. They insisted he was merely building up a force to return to the Crimson Axis with, that he would sway the hearts and minds of shipgirls whose national identities were so thoroughly woven into their being… it was preposterous!
That day he stood up for himself, and told them exactly how dishonorable it was to question the oath of loyalty he took, same as them. Without waiting for a reply from their shocked faces he promised to demonstrate to them precisely what he was capable of before turning on his heel and marching from the room.
The press of Junyou’s body against his own, her lips to his, brought him back, and her smile as they parted helped him relax.
“You were trembling. Is it because of me, or…” She let the alternative hang. The Commander just smiled, gritting his teeth as she handed him a towel.
When they had toweled off, she quickly pressed to him and gave him another long, passionate kiss. But that was it.
His thoughts lingered on her, her body, what she had told him, and the memories that seemed to flood into him as though a mental dam broke. Many were old, unhappy, far-off things… but there were good ones. The vast majority of them were spent onboard the Junyou as he explored her, and, as he got older, practically lived on her.
The Japanese Navy had left so many non-perishable provisions on board, and the ship connected to shore power despite being reduced to a hull.
Today, he was allowed to finally step foot onto his home island. Naturally, the day would be spent with the light carrier, Junyou donning a light summer kimono woven from silk and handcrafted by the finest artisans… the kansen were spared no luxury.
Junyou had gone to use the ladies’ room, and he was taking care of the check at the little cafe. The islanders were very friendly to the Commander. It extended beyond sharing the same tan colored skin… even though it helped. When he took over this post, he found the previous commander was known for his derision towards the locals before it fell to the Sirens.
The new Commander chose to treat them with respect, and as the owner came out to clean the area, he tried to wave away the Yen offered to him. He insisted, however, and the owner looked grateful.
“Your wife is beautiful.” He said. The Commander shook his head with a smile.
“She’s not my wife.”
“Your girlfriend, then! I can see she loves you very much. Tell you what, I’ve been saving a bottle of very special sake. You have been so good to us, and for us. When you wish to propose, come here, ok? It shall be yours.” The owner smiled and hurried inside.
Married to a shipgirl? That would be a dream come true…
Everything was going well until her sister ship, Hiyou, arrived. “Ah, Shikikan… there you are. I’ve heard you’ve been spending time with Junyou. Even if she’s my younger sister, you should know she isn’t…” she scratched her head, careful not to mess with her eyepatch, “all there. I worry that having her ship scrapped before she could be reborn as a kansen may have left her with some… permanent…” Hiyou’s voice faltered as she looked behind the Commander.
“How nice to see you… Hiyou.” Junyou’s voice was as cold as ice, despite speaking to her older sister. “I hope you aren’t here to steal my Shikikan away from me.”
Hiyou stood and sighed. “I see I am too late. Shikikan… please be careful.”
He said nothing as she left, confused. Their day continued as it had before, as though Hiyou never even came by. His mind was still on what the cafe owner had said, however. He figured out what Hiyou meant later that evening, when they were headed back towards the command building.
“Oh my, look at these two.” Akagi and Kaga cornered them in the open, and he bowed to them.
“Akagi, Kaga. I didn’t realize we still had the privilege of hosting the first carrier division here.”
“Respectful and deferential, hmm… I truly think I shall take him as my own. Well, Kaga… it pains me but I could share with you and you alone.” Akagi chuckled. Kaga allowed herself a small smile.
“I won’t allow it.” Junyou spoke with a vehemence that shook the Commander.
“You dare to speak to us in that tone?” Kaga snarled at Junyou. “You need to show respect to those stronger than you.”
Junyou stepped between the Commander and the two carriers, taking a defensive stance. “Respect? You see him with me and you walk up to us like two vultures circling their next meal?”
“Excuse me?” Akagi looked incensed. “You’re the vulture here. The gods didn’t see fit to bless you with the form of a kitsune, or even a crane…”
“No… I am an eagle. I might not have your charm or sensuality… but I am deadly, and I’d like to see the silly little fox that can outrun or outfight an eagle. So please… try me. ”
The kitsunes bristled, their tails jerking back and forth as they bared their fangs. Junyou continued to stare them down, refusing to move.
“Enough!” The Commander’s voice thundered, stunning everyone present into silence. “I shall not have my authority questioned, nor the kansen under my command ridiculed by anyone, even you two.” His pointed look at the two kitsunes made them bristle further.
“One insane carrier has managed to worm her little tendrils into you… and this is what happens. We could show you pleasures you’ll never know otherwise,” Akagi pushed forward, Kaga now holding her back.
He stepped between Junyou and Akagi, his face close to the snarling carrier’s. “You will leave my port and return to headquarters tonight, otherwise high command will hear of this. I will not have you tarnish the name of the carrier that saved my life twice.”
Things remained tense until Akagi muttered something a few moments later and took Kaga’s arm, leading her away. Junyou huffed and turned to the Commander.
“Shikikan…”
The Commander was still. He had just scoffed off the first carrier division! He was used to defending himself from people like high command, but now there was no telling what they would do if those two called on his bluff. He clawed and worked his way up to the top for his dream, and he had nearly thrown it away. All for someone who had been accused of being insane by others for weeks!
Why had he done this? Was it really to defend his role as a commander? To protect his comrades from facing similar discrimination he went through? To shield the person that had provided him shelter and care that not even his parents were able to? To save who was perhaps the only true friend he may have made in his youth?
Thinking about it, his action filled the pit of his stomach with something he hadn’t felt in a long time. More comforting than being surrounded by kansen. More comforting than forgetting his hardships with Ryuuhou. More comforting than finally reuniting with his homeland. Something about Junyou clicked with him that no one could, not even his home. Was she truly the home he wanted to go back to? Then...
“Love…”
Then it all made sense. Junyou had been watching out for him all this time, and when she finally came… it was to save his life. An elation filled his heart as he realized how fortunate he was.
Junyou’s ears perked up, almost in disbelief. “S...Shikikan?”
What he had wanted all along… was right here in front of him.
“I love you, Junyou.” He said fully.Her red eyes widened in surprise and they sparked with realization and tears of joy. She jumped into his arms, her kiss all the response he needed.
Notes:
I hope you enjoyed the fic! Thanks for reading, a bigger thanks to my supporters, and if you’d like to talk about them or want to see them in progress, you can find me on reddit at r/delusionalcookie or u/delusionalcookie, or on discord at delusionalcookie#1414.
Chapter Text
Sometimes you just get to a place you know you need to be. For the Commander and Junyou, that place was in his quarters, arms wrapped around one another as both were too busy getting lost in each other to remember losing their clothes.
The Commander kissed his way down Junyou’s delicate jawline, tracing it to her neck and continuing to flutter his lips there. She gasped softly, his every touch pure bliss as he started just below her ear, slowly working his way around to her sternum.
“S-Shikikan...” she moaned softly, her hands clenching and unclenching as they worked their way down his back, nails gently digging into his flesh.
His own returned each one in unison, caressing every curve they came across, fingers tracing the lines where cool fabric met warm skin.
Junyou’s legs wrapped around the Commander, comfortably locking the two of them together as she leaned back, his kisses reaching the top of her breast. She had already cast aside her neckpiece, and with one smooth motion he unclasped the small hook that held up the cloth behind it.
“So bold! Just as I remembered~. You used to... haa... explore me so thoroughly then too~.” She gasped softly as the fabric fell from her bust, her petite rosebud nipples hardening as they were exposed to the cool air of the Commander’s quarters.
He continued kissing the line of her breast as she pushed her chest up, biting her lip as she eagerly awaited his attention to her sensitive buds. His teasing kisses were making her pant, though it was the soft teasing of his tongue along the edge of her areola that was making her squirm with a more carnal need.
Both the Commander and Junyou noticed the wet spot forming on her panties at the same time, the liquid seeping into his trousers as well. She made to get off him, feeling a sudden embarrassment, but that was when he made his move.
The scent of her breast filled him as his mouth clamped around her nipple, sucking gently as his tongue teased the stiff nipple. She cried out in surprise, clutching at him tightly as she fought to keep her balance.
She felt more of her juices leak from her nest. “S-Shikikan! G-gods... I’ve been waiting so long…!” She rubbed herself along his leg, even such gentle stimulation sending waves of pleasure through her.
The Commander’s member strained against his pants as his hands grew bolder, sliding under her skirt and squeezing the soft flesh of her rump, fingers inching towards the heat of her womanhood.
Every graze and prodding of his figure was a surge of wonderful electricity. Junyou made small gasps and moans of pleasure, the gentle bite of his teeth against her nipple pushing her closer and closer until his finger finally pressed against her entrance.
“S-Shikikan!”
Junyou’s back arched as he stimulated her, pushing the shipgirl over the edge as she cried out for him in climax, his hand braced against the small of her back as her arms hung limply around his shoulder. She had never felt such joy, such *pleasure!*
The wet spot quickly soaked, dirtying his pants as well and leaving a very slick spot on the skin of his thigh. It took the carrier a few minutes to recover, by which time a line of drool had formed between the corner of her mouth and her chin.
The Commander had stopped sucking her breast for some time now to watch his love lose herself in her orgasm. When she had settled down and moved closer to him, he tilted his head, licking the line of her saliva from the point where it terminated at her chin back to the corner of her mouth, tender kisses following as hands returned to a more chaste position on her back.
After a few minutes she pushed away slightly and began undoing the buttons on his shirt, drifting from one to the other, aware of the bulge that poked at her stern.
“Hey, I love you.” He placed a hand on the side of her face, gently brushing an errant strand of hair behind her ear.
“I love you too.” Junyou said, a joyous smile spreading across her face at hearing her partner’s affirmation. When she reached the bottom of his shirt, she helped him shrug out of it, laying a hand against his defined chest, tracing his centerline. Even here, her touch filled him with her love that reverberated through his body. The way she grasped to his chest to feel his rising breaths and heartbeat to her trailing his stomach to feel his muscles, each trace was filled with an equal exchange of longing. Her hands eventually met with the offending belt that assisted in imprisoning what lay beneath the crotch of his trousers.
The Commander reached for one soft breast, and Junyou leaned into his caress as he squeezed it, fingers sinking into the soft, ample flesh she boasted. “My breasts are nice, right?” She asked not out of lack of confidence, but because she wanted to hear him say it.
He admired the cream-colored orb in his hand, giving it a lick. “Big, soft, warm... the best in the entire fleet!” He exclaimed, squeezing again in reassurance.
“Better than those slut foxes?”
“They couldn’t even begin to compare, Junyou~.”
She felt another surge of joy at his words and calmed her trembling hands as she slid his belt from him, finally unbuttoning his pants and undoing the zipper. A damp wet spot had formed where his tip pressed against the fabric of his underwear. Her smile turned devious.
“Would you like to use them? I bet I can pleasure you harder than you ever have with just touching them!”
The Commander licked his lips, his heart pounding with excitement. He was already riding on the edge of his arousal. To feel released using such a magnificent pair of tits...
He gasped as she exposed his length from beneath his underwear, stroking it softly, her thumb sticking to the pre on his tip. She bit her lip, awaiting his response. “Nothing would make me happier!”
With that, she hopped off his lap and worked his trousers off, leaving him naked and sitting on the edge of the bed. She paused, and then slowly slid off her panties while bending down, showing him how soaked through they were.
“Look how long you’ve kept me waiting.” She held them up and then to his nose. Her musk tickled his senses, pushing the limits of the lust he felt. Yet she pulled them away and tossed them aside.
“You’ll need to taste me at the source~.” She teased him.
He smiled, “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
A slight sheen of sweat had built up on the two of them, and her breasts seemed to glisten as she got down on her knees and between his legs, giving his sailor a brief kiss on the tip before resting it between her breasts. They swallowed him whole, even as she squeezed them together.
The Commander moaned at the sudden soft heat that coursed through his member as Junyou massaged it with those lovely breasts of hers. He couldn’t tear his eyes away, and she was looking directly up at him, watching him intently. She teased her nipples, his pre quickly lubricating the flesh pocket she had made between her tits.
“This feels... this feels amazing!” He moaned, and she giggled.
“See? Junyou knows you better than anyone else.” The shipgirl purred. He couldn’t deny her words... how had it taken him so long to realize it?
She kept him at the edge, already knowing full well just how close he was. The Commander’s hand tugged at the sheets as his breath caught in his throat. His insides writhed with desire as he felt Junyou’s passion exude over him, the expression of ceaseless happiness that had come over her as her dusky, crimson gaze locked to him.
“Now cum for me!” She cried, his groin tightening as thick, hot threads of cum poured from him, pleasure coursing to his head as he moaned in absolute lust.
Junyou’s mouth widened, little gasps coming from her each time his cum filled the pocket she had made in her breasts a little more. Then, she let go of her breasts and let the rest of his seed splash over them, a little arcing up and catching her on the lips.
She licked them, swallowing his seed and grinning at the taste. “Delicious, Shikikan!” She clapped her hands together. “Do you pledge yourself to Junyou forever?”
“Forever!” He replied fervently. He was still hard and twitching.
She slid off her skirt in front of him, baring herself for him to see. She spread her legs, showcasing her glistening nest, smooth midriff, and breasts covered with his seed, the sticky stuff slowly running in rivulets.
Her perfect body had him stand suddenly, taking her and turning her around. She braced herself on the edge of the bed as his member pressed between her thighs, her juices covering it and lubing him up.
“Haah! Ahn~. It’s so hot... how does it feel to finally be pressed against me? Is it nice and warm?”
“It’s hot! Gods, I want to fuck you so bad...” He shuddered in pleasure, grasping her ass with both hands and gripping it as she pressed it back against him. The Commander was losing himself to his lust, his excitement... he had never felt this way before, and he was ready to consummate their love!
“Then go ahead, my love~. Take me as you wish.” She offered him. He pulled his hips back and pressed against her entrance, finding it very tight. She gasped softly, her head swinging around in surprise.
“So tight!” he moaned.
“That’s because-” She began, but the words caught in her throat as his tip entered her, the rest of his length quickly following as her juices loosened even her tightest spots.
“This feels nice... but different...” He moaned as she clenched against him, and when he looked down, he realized.
He missed the glistening, blatant target and instead hit a different entrance entirely.
“Because... you’re in... my ass... ehehe...” Junyou chuckled softly as she relaxed now that his initial thrusts stopped.
“Oh, shit, shit. I’m sorry, Junyou!” He felt worry course through him despite his extreme arousal and newfound level of excitement at having her ass.
“No, it’s ok, Shikikan! I wanted you to have that too... next time be a little more gentle though, ok?” She turned back. He understood what she wanted, pulling her body against his as he resumed his slow thrusts.
“I love you,” He said, and she responded with a kiss, pressing her lips to his as his hands grasped her breasts, uncaring about the swiftly drying cum that remained there, grasping her nipples between his fingers and pinching them gently.
“Is my ass to your liking?” Junyou asked, clenching again as she broke the kiss. The Commander nodded, moaning as she pushed back against him.
“It’s... incredible! Thanks for not being upset.” He felt the heat rise in his cheeks, and she shook her head, smiling.
“Never, Shikikan...” Her hand snaked up and behind his neck. “It’s yours, of course! If you want to fill my rectum with your seed I’d be more than happy to accept it~.”
He felt himself twitch inside her, and she squeezed back in response. She said such lewd things with such ease... she was almost too good to be true! Giving herself to him like this... the shipgirl born of the vessel where he used to turn to whenever he felt the need for comfort, solace...
He found himself brought back to the present by her tongue as it wrapped around his, her ass bouncing against his hips as she worked his cock, matching his thrusts and eagerly awaiting his climax.
“You’re gonna make me feel it from my ass! Let’s do it together, my darling...” She smiled, and he felt the desire to climax well up in him once again. Never once had he had this pleasure with... what was her name... doesn’t matter! Junyou was all that mattered now.
Her purring moans urged him as she faced forward, his hands releasing her and letting her fall to the bed as he pounded her asshole, one leg on the bed and the other on the floor as she screamed in pleasure, the sound muffled by the sheets clenched between her teeth.
He gripped one soft cheek, watching as he drilled her insides, her ass clenching as the two lovers approached their climax.
“I’m cumming, Junyou!” The Commander spasmed as he thrust deep inside her, hot seed pouring from him and into her bowels, making the shipgirl squeal with her own climax as her legs hung limp over the side of the bed.
He came with such volume that it leaked between their union as they lost themselves in their climax, Junyou’s cunt gushing juices as she gripped the sheets in sheer pleasure.
He was still dripping as he removed it from her, surveying his handiwork. Junyou felt a gust of wind inside her, realizing the Commander had left her with an impressive gape. She made it wink at him, and he gave her a soft smack on the butt before she turned around.
The Commander’s main armament still stood firmly at attention, and Junyou quickly collected herself, spreading her legs and showcasing her perfect pussy, leaking with juices. “My cunt is throbbing, Shikikan... why don’t you have a taste?”
“Sounds like the best meal of my life!” he said, and she giggled at his eagerness. Her laughter twisted into a moan as his tongue thrust inside of her slit, her juices gushing out and into his mouth as she felt the cum leak from her ass.
His cock twitched and leaked, eager to properly attempt to inseminate the shipgirl. Her thighs pinned him against her crotch, however, her hands kneading his hair as he continued to eat her out, his tongue caressing her sensitive walls endlessly.
Both hands took the chance to explore her soft ass, fingers kneading into her flesh as her moans urged him onwards. He missed the view from when she was bent over in front of him already.
This continued for a few minutes until her thighs loosened. “Come on, I want you inside me! Put your dick in me, Shikikan! Let’s do it like proper lovers, now!”
He quickly got up, wiping his mouth as she spread her legs, locking them around his waist as his tip pressed against her entrance, the melting heat of her sex enveloping his shaft as it entered her.
He felt something tear, and a moment later he was in her up to his base, her arms around his neck and pulling his naked form against her own, their sweat and lust mixing as surely as their tongues.
Junyou acknowledged the loss of her virginity but felt no pain, only pleasure as the Commander thrust deep into her, rocking his hips against her in smooth, long motions. The two made love pressed together, their eyes locked to each other as she gave him her ultimate gift.
“My first, and only...” Junyou whispered when their lips broke apart for a moment.
“Only yours, forever.” He replied, unable to conceive of spending his life with another shipgirl after Junyou. He would keep her close, protect her... as much as she would do the same for him.
Her insides squeezed against him, soft moans reverberating between their locked mouths each time he pressed against her cervix.
Junyou’s pussy was even better than her ass! He reached down to grasp one of her breasts in his hand, squeezing it, teasing her nipple as his thrusts grew eager, burying his head in her neck and kissing her still, her scent mingling with that of their lovemaking.
Love and lust were driving him in equal measure, the accidental incident from before taking the edge off and allowing him to take the moment to realize that her gaze was full of pure love. In that moment he considered himself incredibly lucky, as did she... to feel his weight upon her, to feel him inside her...
It was all so wonderful, the two of them fated to be together as surely as the sun rises on the Far East.
“Shikikan...” Junyou moaned, her soft voice and gentle expression at odds with her lust.
“Junyou...” He let her name trail off.
He pressed his forehead to hers, letting their hot breath mix as they both realized their love would shortly reach a climax as he swelled and throbbed in her, her own body responding by squeezing him, keeping his shaft locked deeply inside her as his tip parted her cervix.
Then, with a mutual cry, they came. The Commander’s seed poured into her womb, the heat of it making her rake her nails along his back as her cunt spasmed, juices leaking from their union. Not only did pleasure course through the couple as they finished together, but so did a certain joy... a happiness that was merely a prelude to a lifetime devoted to the other.
The ring that awaited her the next day at lunch at the cafe was no surprise. Every Commander was given one as a gift to pass onto the shipgirl he would pledge himself to.For Junyou, it meant the world. He acknowledged their friendship and even returned each other’s love. Now her promises and her place by his side would forever be secured, and to those that would dare try to wrestle him from her...
Well, she’d be the last thing they’d never see.
Notes:
I hope you enjoyed the fic! Thanks for reading, a bigger thanks to my supporters, and if you’d like to talk about them or want to see them in progress, you can find me on reddit at r/delusionalcookie or u/delusionalcookie, or on discord at delusionalcookie#1414.
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