[FIC] Catfight (redux)
Posted: Mon Oct 29, 2007 3:20 pm
This is a reworking of a story currently on this forum. One long section is modified. A shorter section is entirely new.
PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT:
This story contains a few spoilers. No, a whole plethora of spoilers. It may be a bit OOC depending on whether or not you buy the underlying premise. And, it's a bit long and really doesn't go anywhere. So, without further introduction:
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CHAPTER 1
Plates and glasses slid along the tabletop.
The crewmembers of the Tuatha Da Danaan, Mithril’s remarkable submersible, mindlessly reached out to halt the travels of their wayward dinnerware. This was nothing new to them.
To their guest, however, it was a somewhat bothersome necessity, all the more irritating since she found it troublesome to be back onboard in the first place. Kaname Chidori placed her arm down more demonstrably than she had intended, forming a barrier.
“Don’t be alarmed, Miss Chidori.” Tessa reached out to catch the glass just before it fell to the floor. “The seas are a bit rough; but we’ll submerge again, once we have finished bringing supplies aboard.” Focusing more on talking than holding, the young Captain reverted to her normal clumsiness, dropping the glass. Luckily, the secret facility at an Australian port they were berthed at had off-loaded a new supply of drinkware soon after they arrived
“I told you we should buy her plastic cups,” Kurz said with a grin. That smile quickly morphed into a grimace, when Melissa Mao stomped hard on his foot under their table.
“Idiot,” Melissa mumbled. She took a long swig of beer she had hidden inside an empty soda can. If the cantina hadn’t been a ‘No Smoking’ area, she would be puffing away.
“I’m not worried.” Kaname made a face. What did Tessa take her for, some kind of coward or crybaby? She ought to know better than that, after all this time. “The submarine is built from stronger stuff than that glass.” She looked down at the fragments scattered across the floor. It never ceased to amaze her: a clumsy seventeen year old girl at the helm of a five billion dollar undersea craft.
“So am I,” Tessa rushed to say, feeling somewhat conscientious in front of Kaname. The other girl was taller, more athletic, and more maturely proportioned than she was. “I wonder where Sousuke is.” She smiled and said “I mean... Sergeant Major Sagara...” Sure, Sousuke and Kaname were a couple. But, that didn’t mean she had to give up on her dreams. More than once, life had thrown surprises her way. After all of the bad things that had happened to her, she was due for some good luck. She straightened her blouse, picturing Sousuke in her mind.
“He’s probably polishing his new A.S. with a toothbrush, or something.” Kaname relied with a little more heat than the situation required. “Hmmmpppfff. Big idiot. I couldn’t find him last night either.” She tried to keep from sounding irritable. But, penned up onboard the TDD-1, she had at least expected to spend some time with a certain soldier. “I don’t know why you had to give him another experimental Arm Slave.” The anger that crept into her voice that time had a number of diners cringing.
“It wasn’t my decision, Kaname….” Tessa shrugged. She had remained noncommittal, out of deference to Sousuke. The Mithril council wanted Sousuke to pilot the ARX-9 Fragarach, because of his prior experiences with Arbalest and ARX-8 Laevatein “Just as bringing you to Merida Island wasn’t my idea.” She blushed. The way she said that made her sound jealous, or like a petulant little girl.
“I know,” Kaname said, tossing her hair. She looked Tessa in the eyes for a moment, and then looked away. During the journey out, the two of them had bonded some. It had been a pleasant time for both of them. Being Whispered, they had something in common that few women shared. But, after being put through the ringer by the commanders of the reformed organization, Kaname had ended up in a very bad mood. A number of things that happened during her stay that had put her in a bit of a snit. “I told those geezers that I don’t want to work for Mithril. They told me I might lose my protection. I told them they might lose Sousuke.” That brought a fierce look to her eyes. “He’s mine.” That slipped out involuntarily. It hung in the air like a fireworks bomb waiting to explode.
Kaname didn’t lapse into a nostalgic mood. This was not the right time for that. She was pre-occupied, her adrenalin levels sky-rocketing. When Sgt. Sousuke Sagara had first invaded her school, she thought him a freak and wacko, and the last thing she wanted was to have someone like that follow her around, coincidence or not. But, through flood and fire, so to speak, her feelings had changed as the two shared dramatic moments that shaped their lives to come.
In the movies, something like that would be wonderful. The hero and heroine would live happily ever after. But, she and her soldier might never have that option. She remembered all too well the thoughts she had, aboard an Amalgam helicopter, watching below as Sousuke and the ARX-8 fought for her. She couldn’t help but recall the radio conversation she had with him, with Kalinin’s permission, not long after she had shot Tessa’s brother:
"Don't chase after me. Right now, I am with Kalinin in the helicopter. Leonard, too. Or, maybe I've killed him. Poor Leonard. I thought of running many times. But in the end I found out it's impossible. I can never beat those people. The more I struggle, the more I hurt. That's why... I'm sorry... please don't chase after me. For you to chase after a person like me all this time, I really am happy. But….”
"Chidori? What are you talking about?"
"That's why...Sousuke...forget me..."
"Wait, Chidori, I..."
"We have to know when to stop. The two of us. Actually don't stop. I don't want this, definitely. Sousuke, do you hear me?”
"Uhhh….”
"I am ordering you in the name of Vice President of the student council. Listen carefully okay? Come save me. I don't mind the number of sacrifices. No matter how many deaths, hundreds, thousands, millions, it doesn't matter. Come get me. Use everything you have, use all those ridiculous troublesome soldier skills you have… beat even the toughest enemy… and come embrace me!! You can do it, can’t you?"
"Uhhh… yes I can. I will come. Wait for me."
"Ummm… ahhh ... Souske...I like you the best."
"Me too. I love you."
She had tried to be strong. She had tried to be noble. She had tried to put everyone else’s good before her own. Both she and Sousuke realized that people died whenever he chose to chase after her. Good people and bad people alike. Nami was poignant proof of that. But, Kaname was still just as teenage girl. She wanted to have a good life, even if it wasn’t a normal life. She wanted Sousuke in that life.
What would happen, when she returned to school? Was Kyouko alright? What would her classmates think of her? How would they react to Sousuke. Would the two of them put their friends at risk again? That was only one issue that had her frequently feeling frightened, frustrated, or furious. Why did she have to be Whispered? Why couldn’t she have an average life? She wasn’t in the mood to see that she and Tessa had a good number of things in common. At the moment, the shorter girl was the face of Mithril. She was someone who wanted her man!
“Tick… tick… tick….” Kurz’ time-bomb imitation showed that he had ably picked up on the incendiary nature of that small verbal slip.
There was still time for someone to defuse the situation. This did not have to escalate to KANAMECON-1. Mao had coined that fictitious system some time in the past, modeling it after DEFCON, the defense readiness condition, a measure of the activation and readiness level of the United States Armed Forces.
DEFCON 5 is the condition used to designate normal peacetime military readiness. An upgrade in military preparedness is typically made by the Joint Chiefs of Staff and announced by the United States Secretary of Defense. DEFCON 4 refers to normal, increased intelligence and the heightening of national security measures. Readiness remained at this level throughout most of the Cold War. DEFCON 3 indicates an increase to force readiness above normal. DEFCON 2 implies a further increase in force readiness just below maximum readiness. It has been declared only once, during the Cuban Missile Crisis. DEFCON 1 refers to maximum readiness. It is not certain whether this has ever been used, but it is reserved for imminent or ongoing attack on US military forces or US territory by a foreign military power.
In somewhat pointed contrast, KANAMECON-1 was hardly a rare event. Moreover, very little provocation appeared to be necessary for a rapid change in levels. And, while Sgt. Major Sousuke Sagara usually appeared to the cause for such dramatic progressions, he was not the sole beneficiary to Kaname Chidori’s outbursts. The ‘honeymoon period’ that followed her return from captivity at the hands of Amalgam, a blissful period where she remained calm and collected despite numerous hardships incumbent upon her return to home soil, was clearly a thing of the past.
Regardless, the odds seemed good that this conversation would end up in another squabble. The two Whispered girls had been getting cattier and cattier, the further away they got from the rebuilt Mithril base. To any budding amateur psychologist, the regrettable behavior wasn’t all that hard to understand. Both girls had been through quite a bit since the day that Amalgam had mounted an all-out purge against Mithril, and Leonard Testarossa had spirited Kaname away after his Belial had made short work of the ARX-7. They each had more pent-up aggression than a squad of re-supply personnel could stuff into a missile tube.
“You’re very lucky,” Tessa said, playing with her ponytail. She lowered her eyes, and then straightened her shoulders. “But, you don’t own Sagara.” She sighed, and left her bench, intent on picking up the pieces of broken glass. “And… in case you don’t trust him… nothing happened.” She was making reference to the time she had spent with Sousuke at the base. The blue-haired girl had dropped angry comments about that turn of events on more than one occasion.
Tessa, of course, had her own reason to feel anxious and on edge. Her feelings for Sousuke hadn’t diminished. She didn’t suddenly find herself surrounded by suitors her own age. If anything, with the mess that Mithril still found itself in, her life had become even more tense and restricted. How many people that she knew and cared about died in Amalgam’s attack on Merida Island? Sydney? Others bases and safe-houses? Just what role had her brother played in all that turmoil and heartbreak? Was he dead? Why did she sometimes feel herself feeling guilty for something that he had done? And then there was still the whole matter of Lt. Commander Kalinin.
There had been no time to grieve during the TDD-1’s miraculous escape or the cat-and-mouse game they played soon thereafter. There had been no time to wonder about her own future, when the TDD-1 and crew played a role in supporting Sousuke’s efforts to retrieve his kidnapped girlfriend. So many things weighed heavily on her small shoulders. Sometimes, she felt as if she were being smothered. Now, in contrast, she felt like a spring that was wound way too tight.
“Of course not,” Kaname said, trying to focus her attention on the food covering her plate. “Sousuke cares about me. That’s why he risked his life, saving me from Amalgam… and your brother…” That last was a bit of a low blow. The way that Leonard had tried to hijack her life was not Tessa’s fault. “He wasn’t upset when I went home to spend time with my father and sister.” Shortly after returning to Tokyo, she had taken time to visit her family in the states. They had been very worried about her.
“I know. He told me.” Tessa blushed. That was a bit confrontational. What had gotten into her this morning? It must be the result of Kaname’s continued funk. Maybe that kind of thing was contagious. “We spent a lot of time together, after the situation with the enemy quieted down some.” When Kaname had gone to America, Sousuke had come back aboard Da Danaan. The crew had been through difficult times. She herself had needed the support of people she could trust. “I cooked for him a lot then, too. Just like on the island.” While Kaname had been facing the council, she had been cooking Spaghetti Carbonara for Sousuke again. It was one of is favorite dishes. “I wouldn’t trade those times for anything in the world.”
“Right.” Kaname stabbed at her ham steak and eggs with a fork. The yolk exploded, sending a yellow wave out over the white surrounds. “I guess when that’s all you have, you have no choice but to treasure it.” She pushed fried potatoes around on her plate, wondering for the umpteenth time where Sousuke was. “I spent a lot of time thinking about Sousuke, while I was a captive. I didn’t always appreciate him the way I should. I won’t make that mistake again.” She lifted her chin up. That was her way of saying ‘Don’t get your hopes up!’ Obviously, she was not above rubbing things in.
“We’ll see,” Tessa said, trying to sound mysterious. “The best laid plans of mice and men….” The quote from Robert Burns had the young Captain sighing, counteracting her bold stance. “Sousuke said that he enjoyed his time with me.” Her pride urged her on. It wasn’t easy being in charge of a submarine. It was difficult, being isolated the way she was. Did everyone understand just how hard it was, seeing the boy you have a crush on care for someone else? “We grew very close.” She paused, lifting her own chin. “Very.” She gasped, cutting herself on the glass. She stuck her bloody finger in her mouth. “Who knows what seeds might have been sown….”
“Uh huh.” Kaname felt herself go rigid. She couldn’t help that she was the jealous type. Maybe it was because of the fact that she could lose Sousuke at any moment, given the dangerous nature of his job. Maybe it was because he was the only boy who valued her for who she was, and could put up with the quirks and habits that drove everyone else away. “It’s not like you kissed, or anything.” She put that out there as a lure of sorts. She wanted Tessa to take the bait, and tell her that nothing like that happened. She trusted Sousuke; but, she couldn’t help herself.
“Is that what he told you?” Tessa grinned, feeling wicked. It was a new feeling for her. She had never kissed Sousuke; but, she didn’t have to come out and say that. “Hmmm-mm-m… then it must be true… I guess…” She sat back down and wrapped her finger in her napkin. She began nibbling on a piece of toast.
“Do you really think that kind of trick will work?” Kaname felt her temper fraying, and forced herself to calm down. She took a deep breath and let it out. “If the two of you kissed, there’s no way you could have kept it a secret.” She smiled, but savaged her meat with her fork and knife. “That Moody Military Maniac could not have kept from sweating when I asked him what went on, if he had done something so underhanded.” Truth be told, he had sweated up a storm. But, that had been because he was worried how Kaname might react to the fact that he had spent any time at all with Tessa. Clueless as he might be, he had begun understanding how Kaname’s mind worked.
“Sousuke is not as innocent as you make him out to be,” Tessa said, dropping a piece of egg into her lap. Frowning, she retrieved the errant food. “And I am not just his commanding officer, you know.” She waved her hand about. “I don’t know everything that happened when he went looking for you. But he seems so much more open… and affectionate...” What she really meant was ‘friendly.’ That other word slipped in by accident, of course.
“Yes.” Kaname practically growled that word. Running her hand through her hair, she once again kept from flying off the handle. Barely. Tessa was just pushing her buttons, right? But, how had she suddenly gotten so good at it? “He certainly is. You’re right about the innocent part.” She dabbed at her mouth with her napkin, hiding a smile. The ball was in her court now. “I guess he can’t help himself. He must have seen and heard a lot of things, hanging around with soldiers and sailors for much of his life. Before, it would have made me smack him with the halisen…” She yawned and stretched. “Now? I have absolutely no complaints….” She didn’t feel the slightest bit dirty, implying personal things that never truly happened.
“Shouldn’t that be harisen?” Tessa blinked rapidly, feeling exceedingly immature. Paper fans were referred to in different ways, due to the ‘l’ and ‘r’ switching that went on in the Japanese language. “Any way, I doubt that the two of you have gotten… intimate…” She coughed. It felt as if her cheeks had caught fire. “Not that it’s really any of my business….” She clutched her napkin under the table. Moving her hands without knowing, she tied the hapless linen into knots. “But… if you had… I would have heard about it from Mao and Weber….” She looked over at her two subordinates, each of whom had adopted a ‘who me’ look. “Repeatedly.”
“Only if Sousuke told them,” Kaname said. “He’s become very fond of certain things. If he went and blurted certain little secrets, he might find himself going cold turkey for a while.” Truth be told, she and Sousuke had come close to consummating their relationship on a number of occasions. Something always seemed to come up. If it wasn’t one thing, it was another. Maybe they just weren’t ready yet.
“You’re lying!” With that, Tessa stood up straight, eyes flashing. There was no real good explanation of while she snapped at that point. Maybe it was simply the straw that broke the camel’s back. When the ship lurched again, she almost toppled over. “If you’d go so far as to make up stories like that, you must be worried or something.” She brushed some crumbs off of her sleeves and straightened her blouse. “I guess I should take that as a compliment of sorts.” She nodded her head. “Or a sign of hope.” Her heart fluttered like a moth only partly snared by a spider’s web.
“Uh huh. Sure. You bet.” Kaname faked a yawn. “You’re just jealous.” She stood up too, acting on her instinctive need to meet any challenge. “Turnabout’s fair play, I suppose. You sounded so smug when you had him turn off the external sensors for Arbalest, after he rescued us from A21. And, you implied some things that weren’t true, back when you brought me onboard that first time and served me tea.” She frowned, her thoughts switching to a different set of memories. “I was worried for a bit, when he decided to come to your party instead of getting on the cruise ship with me and the rest of the class.” She frowned. She had never admitted that last part to anyone before. “But, you know who won... right?” She struck a pose, hand on her hip.
“Yes,” Tessa said, tightening her jaw. “I know who won the battle.” She stood straighter, thinking she looked sharper in her uniform than Kaname did in her sweat shirt and dungarees. “But, the war is far from over. Some people thought that Amalgam was too powerful, and that Mithril was finished. You really shouldn't assume anything.” What she was saying was true. But, just the same, she had to strive for a sense of true optimism. “I’ve seen the statistics on teenage romance.”
“Ohhh-hh-h?” Kaname put one foot up on the bench she had been seated on. “Well... Little Miss Genius... unless you haven’t noticed... you’re a teenager too.” She tossed her hair. “D’uh!”
“Oh yeh! Here we go!” Kurz leaned back his chair, rocking with the rhythm of the rough sea. "They have each other lined up squarely in the crosshairs." With a great effort of will, Mao abstained from kicking that chair over.
“I won’t be teenager forever,” Tessa said. “I’ll always want to stay in touch with Sousuke. He’s helped me with my confidence in ways that no one else ever has.” She began fiddling with her hair again. “You always get angry with him. I would never do that. You’ll be going off to college some day. He probably won’t… at least not at the same school… not with his grades….”
“Says who!” Kaname felt incensed. In part, she was defending Sousuke, even though the other girl was right about his grades. But, she also felt one of her old suspicions raise its ugly head. “No doubt you’d get your hands involved in something like that. Maybe if Mithril made some small donations, colleges would suddenly decide to erase the name ‘Sagara’ off of their lists.” Her nostrils flared ever so slightly. “Pathetic.” That last part was said just loud enough for Tessa to hear. Her anger fought with a sudden chill fear. Could she ever go to college? Would Sousuke be there to watch over her, if he didn't gain admission on his own merit? Questions. Her life was so full of questions!
“Is that what you think of me?” Tessa’s voice went up a couple of octaves. “Do you really think I’d do something like that to someone I lo-… like….” She had to be careful. That 'love' almost slipped out. “I guess I can see why you might look at things that way. It’s real easy to be the damsel in distress, isn’t it.…”
“What?” Kaname’s eyes went wide. She couldn’t believe what she had just heard. That caught her off guard.
“Yes. Poor Kaname Chidori. Kidnapped again.” Tessa turned up her nose, talking in a condescending manner. “As if you were the only one who ever gets abducted.“ She put one of her feet up on her bench. Shorter than Kaname, she couldn’t keep up that pose comfortably, or without ending up face first in someone’s meal. “Oh… I’m captured again… everybody look at me….” She put a hand on her hip. “Sousuke… please come rescue me… I need you….”
“You….” Kaname found herself picking up her remaining ham. She almost threw it at Tessa.
“It’s a lot harder to stay behind… commanding a submarine… with no one coming to my rescue.…” Tessa knew she sounded illogical. She couldn’t care less at that moment. “You wouldn’t last a day at that job. All you have to do is go to school… sit in class… enjoy a nice lunch with your friends… and scold Sousuke.…” She couldn’t believe she was standing up for herself like this. But, that was in part thanks to Sousuke. While he had come out and told her point blank that he like Kaname more, during the Pacific Chrysalis incident, that didn’t diminish the confidence and hope she felt after an earlier confrontation with Amalgam.
Things had been nip and tuck when the two Chinas were battling, and Amalgam had its tendrils everywhere. Sousuke had not been his usual self. But, in the end, he rediscovered himself… piloted Arbalest again… and defeated five Venoms, each equipped with skilled pilots and the Lambda Driver. He had patched up his relationship with the ARX-7’s A.I., and had gone on to face down a hologram of a very irate General Ammitt during a meeting of the Mithril high command. The conversation she had with him right after that tense confrontation would stay with her forever:
“I still need to tell you….”
“Ma’am?”
”I’m sorry what I said before.”
“No. I should apologize for my conduct.”
“It’s OK. I wasn’t very dignified. I behaved like a spoiled child back then. But… anyway… I was wondering… are we… are you and I still friends?”
“Friends? Ma’am? Well Captain….”
“Sergeant?”
“If you really do acknowledge me as a friend, Captain, will you forgive me for making a blunt remark?”
“Go ahead.”
“Tessa… I’m really sorry… you are an incredible person. To me, you are not just a superior officer. You’re something more important than that. And… if something ever happens… I’ll be there for you. Please remember that!”
After he stammered something more and hurried from the room sweating, she had shouted out ‘Tessa... he called me Tessa,’ doing a happy little dance until she tripped and fell over in her trademark clumsy way. He had gone away, but came back. He had come out and told her something that she never expected before. If he could do it once, who’s to say he couldn’t do it again in the future?
“Let’s not start with that poor-pitiful-me routine, again!” Kaname dropped her food back onto her plate. She fought the impulse to wipe her hand off on Tessa, before picking up her napkin. “Oh my… it’s such a hardship… saving the world….” She took her hair in her hand, formed a rudimentary ponytail, and began fussing with it. “I’m chained to my chair… they force me to do this… I really want to be at school with Sousuke….” She made a snorting noise. “You loved all the attention when you were the little visiting goddess. But, you wouldn’t last a week at school, dealing with the things that I do. Sousuke is hardly fun and games.”
“He does what he can!” It was Tessa’s turn to come to Sousuke’s defense, so to speak. “You know what kind of life he lived. We each had our own troubles... but nothing like his.” She actually found herself standing up on her bench, so she could look down at Kaname for a change. It wasn’t easy, with the TDD-1 pitch up and down as it was. She sighed, when the signal for ‘Dive’ came over the intercom. She really should be headed to the bridge; but, the crew there knew the routine, and she had told them to proceed without her if she were busy dealing with other issues. “He might have had an easier time of it all, if you offered him encouragement, instead of slapping him down every chance you get.”
“You would have done it too, if you weren’t so meek.” Kaname was not about to let Tessa have the upper hand. She stood on her bench, too. “Besides, you weren’t there. He didn’t come in and disrupt your world, putting all of your friends and classmates at risk.” She crossed her fingers when Tessa’s foot slid back, precariously close to an edge. “And I don’t smack him around any more!” She followed that up with a silent ‘much.’
“That’s a convenient excuse, Miss Chidori.“ Tessa spoke more loudly, moving her hands in animated fashion. “Did you ever think, maybe you’re just a violent person. I think you have anger issues.” Tessa wind-milled her arms and barely kept from falling backward. “Face it. We both know the truth.” She stuck out her chin, feeling braver than she had since the ordeal with Amalgam. “Sousuke puts up with it because he’s been through much worse. That’s the only reason. Anyone else would have left your side in a heartbeat.” She made a face. “I hardly think that it’s fair, your taking advantage of him that way.”
“Fair?” Kaname put both hands on her hips, swaying naturally with the motion of the boat. “You have the nerve to talk about fair?” She threw her hands in the air dramatically. “Sousuke’s in more danger around you than he is around me!” She too was oblivious to the growing number of onlookers. “I remember how you almost got him killed, when Takima and his pals captured us.”
“What did you say?” Tessa looked incredulous. “You were the one who let her cell phone get stolen. And it was your grabbing Takuma that almost left Sousuke dead from that missile.” She was actually trembling. “I saw how you looked in the van. You were thinking the same thing, then.”
“Like that was the worst thing anyone did during that little adventure.” Kaname shook a finger in Tessa’s face now. “I came knocking at his door to apologize, but you had to peek around the corner dressed in a towel.” She didn’t care that Tessa hadn’t done that on purpose. “Then… when I was angry at Sousuke… and he tried to convince me that you were his commanding officer….” She scowled, remembering the game that the diminutive Captain had played.
“I see,” Tessa said, flipping her ponytail towards Kaname’s face. “Now you’re just bringing up hurt feelings. Admirable. Not the kind of thing I would expect from a Class Representative and the Student Council Vice President.” She stood up on the table. “Shame on you. While you’re acting so petty, you have the nerve to criticize me. I heard how you went out with that other boy… and how Sousuke kept watch on you anyway….”
“Sousuke and I weren’t dating yet!” Kaname stepped up on the table-top, too. “Now who’s being petty?”
“Well, if you weren’t dating yet, why are you still so upset about the towel? You weren’t dating him then!” Tessa surprised herself. She had to quell the impulse to reach out and shove Kaname off of the table. “Does it also bother you that I fell on top of him while we were training, back when I challenged Melissa to an A.S. match?” She thought back to that time at the beach. “Or, that I wriggled around on top of him, not letting him get up?”
“Wow!” Kaname slapped hand to her forehead in dramatic fashion. “That was sooo-oo-o brave!” She laughed. “I hate to ruin those romantic memories for you.” Her voice told a different story. “I could tell you any number of things that Sousuke and I do. But, I think it will be more fun to just leave that up to your imagination. Hmmmpppfff.” She smiled a triumphant smile. “I bet you don’t even know where he’s ticklish!” He wasn’t. But, Tessa wouldn’t know that. At least, she better not!
Kaname finally caught sight of something. She still couldn’t get used to Sousuke’s stealthy talents. The big lunk-head was standing at the open bulkhead door leading into this side of the small eating area.
How long had he been there?
Following Kaname’s eyes, Tessa felt her tongue cleave to the top of her palate. Obviously, she had caught sight of a certain someone, too. Just how much of their boorish behavior had he witnessed?
Hey… Sis….” With an evil grin, Kurz spoke directly into Mao’s ear. “Want to have some fun?” He suggested a plan of action.
“Welll-ll-l… look who it is…” Melissa practically oozed from her seat, having agreed to take part in Kurz’ little joke. “The guest of honor….” She sauntered over to where Sousuke stood silently. “I guess this is as good a time as any to make our big announcement.” That had Sousuke cocking his head quizzically, clueless to the coming set-up. “The man of the hour.”
“You mean ‘boy,’ don’t you, Babe?” Kurz spoke in a mock incredulous tone.
“No. I mean man.” Melissa reached out and goosed Sousuke in the crotch. That had the stunned young man going white as a sheet. Kaname and Tessa were shocked even more than he was. “After last night, there can no longer be any doubt.” She waved her hand flippantly. “But… we probably should have used a condom….”
“Huh? WHAT?!” Kurz’ shout rang throughout the hallway outside the eatery. “Sousuke… you… you… you traitor!” The lanky sniper stood up abruptly, knocking dinnerware this way and that. “I thought you were my friend! You know that Mao was mine to bag!” He kicked a tray out of his way as he advanced on his two teammates. “So that’s why the two of you disappeared last night.” In actuality, Sousuke and Melissa had been with him, looking over the files of possible future SRT members. But, neither Kaname nor Tessa knew that.
“Melissa!” Tessa was the first of the girls to react. Her eyes were wide and her heart was thumping in her chest. She was too discombobulated to realize that it was all a set-up. The fact that Melissa wrapped around Sousuke and gave him a long kiss didn’t help her get her thoughts in order. “That… you… he….”
“Very funny!” Kaname tried to sound cool. She had seen through the joke, more because of her past experiences with Kurz and Melissa than her trust in Sousuke. But, for a brief moment she had been just as lambasted as the other Whispered girl, her immediate surprise running the gamut from hurt to burning rage. She forced herself to breath normally. “I can’t believe how immature the two of you are.” She glared at Sousuke in an accusatory fashion. “At least you should have known better, Mister!” She turned up her nose at him and then faced away.
“I was unaware of Lt. Mao’s intentions,” Sousuke replied. He jumped when Melissa reached over and pinched his buttock. “It may be that you are the one who should have known better.” Kurz and Melissa had threatened to take a giant A-S spanner wrench to the back of his head if he didn’t start to stand up for his rights. They had been on his case from the first time that Kaname had berated him after they left Tokyo for Merida. “And it is very interesting that you brought up the subject of maturity.”
“Why’s that, Sousuke?” Kurz was still grinning. He held his hands out in front of his chest, pantomiming a full set of breasts. “Kaname’s a very mature girl, if you know what I mean.” He looked over at Tessa. Before he could add anything, he had the air knocked out of him by a Mao round-house kick.
“Give it a rest,” Melissa growled, inexplicably going from co-conspirator to judge and jury in the blink of an eye.
“Yes,” Kaname said with deceptive calm, ignoring Kurz’ antics. “Why is that?” Her eyebrows shot up. She couldn’t help bet clench her fists for a moment. “I’m sure you’ll have a very good answer.” Subconsciously, she had reverted to her old style of keeping Sousuke in line first, and asking questions later. It really wasn’t necessary anymore, since he wasn’t quite the terror he had been during his first few months at Jindai High. But, by trying to dictate his actions, she felt some psychological reassurance that she might somehow be able to make her own life normal again. “You better,” she added in an inaudible whisper.
“Isn’t it obvious?” Sousuke met Kaname’s gaze and didn’t look away. When she didn’t answer her own question, he continued. “We are onboard a submarine. We all have a duty to perform, or the obligation to stay out of the way of those who do. We should set an example for those we work with.” That comment had Melissa smiling and Kurz rolling his eyes. Sousuke Sagara? An example? God help Mithril and the free world if everyone had his penchant for death and destruction! “I did not expect to see my commanding officer and my Student Council Representative starting a catfight.”
Sousuke took his relationship with Kaname very seriously. It was funny how things had changed... how he had changed. At first, dropped into the unfamiliar environment of a Japanese high school, he had been at a loss, and had seen Kaname more as a mission than a friend or classmate. Then, over time, the two had grown closer and closer, until things reached a point where his heart knew where he stood long before his head did. He took a deep breath without knowing, thinking back to the day he was told that he would be leaving Tokyo for good. Those emotions had been real. Too real. He had almost slipped away, losing everything he had recently gained, before Kaname had found him with Wraith’s help and gave him reason to live again.
Still, he hadn’t truly realized the depths of his feelings then. His understanding still hadn’t completely crystallized when he gave her the Lapis Lazuli as a gift, after the cruise ship incident. The final revelation had come later, after his days at Nam Sak, in Southeast Asia, where he had come to find out information about Kaname’s whereabouts. He had become the pilot for an A-S team in a Gladiator-style sport. The captain of this team, Nami, another Whispered girl, had been kidnapped by Kurama, who cold-bloodedly murdered her when Sousuke didn't reveal himself. That brutal act had prompted the Mithril soldier to on a rampage of death and destruction to find the killer later on.
Wrestling with thoughts about his own bloodthirsty nature, Sousuke had worked his way through mental gymnastics much like those that Kaname had independently faced. To reach Kaname, people had been sacrificed. He had let an innocent girl die. He had killed and killed again, while others had been trying to kill him. Kaname was a symbol of tranquility and kindness to him. But, the way he let hatred consume him… the way that he hurt others and committed acts of murder in her name…that could only be hurtful to her.
He didn’t give up searching for her, though. Despite his belief that he was carrying far too much karma, and that there was an irreparable tear in his life and the world as a whole, he kept going. He had his burning hatred for Kurama. That wasn’t what drove him, once his blood red rage subsided. Any information he could dig up about Amalgam was also of interest. But, that wasn’t what spurred him on either, even though he still felt some tenuous connection to Kurz, Melissa, and the others. He hadn’t been pushed along by some hope to regain the exact same life he and Kaname had before the abduction, since he had grown certain that things could never be that way in the end.
The true and final answer hit him when he finally faced off against his most recent nemesis. He had been injured by Kurama’s bomb trap, and had been shot multiple times by his foe. The bloody bastrad may well have finished him, had a second set of enemies appeared without warning. When the French Special forces that had attacked him in the Munamera Mountains had arrived, distracting his adversary with their sudden attack, Sousuke had managed to do unto Kurama what Kurama had done unto him. Before Michel Lemon had directed the foreign forces to give him First Aid, he had managed to crawl next to Kurama, the two men headed towards death at each other’s hand. Their conversation stuck in his mind.
"Tell me. Where is Chidori?"
"What do you...plan to do about it?"
"Save her."
"Aren’t you an idiot...”
"Please tell me."
"Sorry… I'm content to bite my tongue and die."
"Please tell me."
"I don't get it...why...did you and I...kill each other?"
"Her."
"Driven by the power of love, huh? Don't make me laugh.”
"What's wrong with that? Tell me where she is. Please.”
"San Carlos. If not there… then Nicaro… or Grenada. Some place like that. I don't know any more than that."
Sousuke understood that it had been love driving him. Love for Kaname. He had even admitted that to her as she flew out of his grasp yet again, when Amalagam agents had spirited her away by helicopter when he had been so close. When he had found her again… when she was finally safe… the two had made one another promises. He wouldn’t take back a single word. But, that didn’t mean he would stand mutely by any time she started doing things that were wrong. The same went for Tessa, for whom he had a warm place in his blossoming heart, and for whom he had the greatest respect. He had only one prime thought at that moment: enough is enough!
“But… we weren’t… not really...” Tessa looked over at Sousuke. Her face pinked up some. She thought about her recent blow up with Kaname, realizing just how it must have looked to an observer. She had gotten so wound up in her emotion that the world had shrunken to contain herself and her blue-haired rival, no one else.
“Cat fight?” Kaname wrinkled up her nose. As a hamster owner, and tropical fish keeper, she never had room for cats. And, even though she had spent time in America, she had somehow managed to escape learning what ‘cat fight’ meant in the standard vernacular.
“Yes,” Sousuke said. “Do we have any cat owners here?” He saw a number of hands go up from crew members who had pretended to be busy while watching the growing confrontation. “I’m sure you will all confirm certain things that I may make reference to.”
“There shouldn't be too many people here. We were preparing to leave port, last time I checked.” Tessa’s quiet words had their intended effect. Male and female crewmembers alike quickly headed to their posts.
“It is good to see that you retain your leadership abilities under these conditions,” Sousuke remarked, seeing his corroborators vanish. “No doubt, our comrades could have told us that cats are rather territorial animals. They fight with other cats to establish territory or to defend existing territory.” Tessa’s brief rosy glow of girlish pride at Sousuke’s initial comment quickly gave way to a look of pique.
“How long do you think he makes it,” Kurz whispered to Mao, taking a wad of bills out of his pocket. The conversation had taken on a rather familiar patina. Sousuke was headed for trouble. Big trouble.
“I say five minutes,” Melissa replied, counting out an equivalent amount of money. “Tops.”
“You’re on,” Kurz retorted with a boyish grin and a roguish twinkle in his eyes. “Loser has to carry him to the infirmary.”
“Or mop up the blood,” Mao quipped.
“As I was saying before, a catfight is... by definition... a physical confrontation between two felines.” He blinked rapidly, hearing Kaname growl. He almost expected to see her grow a tail or sprout a pair of perky cat ears, like girls in some anime shows. “More commonly, the term 'catfight' is used as a slang term for an altercation… usually physical…between two women.”
“Amen,” Kurz mouthed, rubbing his hands together. He locked his hands behind his head and leaned back against a steely wall.
Tessa and Kaname turned to look at one another. They both immediately looked down at their feet. The nature of their behavior sounded even worse when someone spoke about it.
“In anime, manga, and movies, cat fights are stereotyped as involving slapping, scratching, hair-pulling, and sometimes biting… but, not usually punching or kicking….” Sousuke rubbed his chin, remembering something he had read on the internet after he had overheard Kurz praying for a real life catfight. “It can also be used to describe two human females insulting one another verbally, or being unpleasant to one another. I am certain that the two of you can see what I am referring to.”
Tessa nodded. Kaname looked over at Sousuke, not knowing if she should feel sheepish about her behavior, or angry at the fact that a certain baka saw fit to lecture her. He was hardly Mr. Socially Adept.
Far from it!
Sousuke had the two girls where he wanted them, emotionally speaking. Of course, being who he was, he didn’t know that. He should have stopped while he was ahead. An analogy in his terms would have helped him see the error of his ways: a scout, sent only to assess the strength of the enemy and return, foolishly decides to engage a numerically superior force, jeopardizing the success he had.
“In cats, aggression is the number two feline behavior problem reported to behaviorists….” Sousuke nodded his head, as if he were some kind of cat sage. “…Second only to inappropriate elimination….” He didn’t notice how Tessa’s eyes went very wide, and how Kaname’s quickly narrowed. The topic of feline bodily functions was only slightly less inflammatory than calling out their childish behavior. “Cats show several different types of aggression including status-related or dominance aggression; fear aggression; territorial aggression; and redirected aggression.” After ticking off points on his fingers, he tried to give both girls a stern look, adding “You two are not cats.” By that he meant ‘so you should be able to control your actions better than small furry animals.’
“That’s what you think,” Mao whispered under her breath, chuckling, eyeing the younger women. If the two had tails, they would be twitching violently, or sticking straight out.
“”It was not pleasant, hearing the things that I heard.” Sousuke met Kaname’s eyes without flinching. After a moment, she nodded and began twiddling her fingers. That was unlike her. “Especially since my name was mentioned repeatedly without provocation. But, at least things did not progress to… what I mean to say is….” He stopped to clear his throat.
“Sousuke?” Kurz raised one eyebrow. “Cat got your tongue?” That bad pun earned him a knee in the groin from Mao. He folded up like a cot, but fought to focus on Sousuke and the conversation as best he could. Pain or no pain, he didn’t want to miss the fireworks display he knew must be coming. Kurz prided himself in being a ‘trouble barometer.’
“Negative,” Sousuke answered. “It is not a problem. I will continue.” He straightened up unconsciously. “Many catfights in fictional situations end with at least one of the participants missing several articles of clothing. Cat fighting is also a popular subject amongst pornographic films, depicting multiple women in sexually suggestive and combative situations.” He cleared his throat again. “All I am saying is we are fortunate that things didn’t progress that far.”
“Heh heh heh hehhh-hh-h…” Kurz smiled. “Speak for yourself, Sousuke my boy.” He struck one of his model poses, much like the ones that had graced the cover of TAG magazine. “I wish you had waited until they were tearing off each others clothes before you let them see you.” A stray whistle came from a passing sailor. It was obvious that Kurz wasn’t the only one holding that view.
Tessa turned bright red, imagining what that would be like. Looking over at Kaname, she saw the other girl wasn’t looking at the lanky blonde pilot. She was glowering at Sousuke.
“Is that what you thought we might end up doing, Mister?” Kaname stepped over to stare up at Sousuke’s face. “You thought we might put on some kind of show for you? Pervert!” She stepped hard on his toes.
“N-N-N-…” Sousuke winced. That was painful! “…Negative. I received word that the two of you were fighting again. I thought that such behavior was unseemly, and could do nothing to build good morale.”
“Why do guys like cat fights, anyway?” One woman asked truly looking puzzled. She was speaking to another female crewmate. The two of them had stopped to see what all of the fuss was about.
“Because men think if women are grabbing and clawing at each other, there's a chance they might somehow kiss.” One engineer thought he would win a round of laughter and applause from his buddies, quoting something he had heard in a Seinfeld episode. He got a number of nasty stares from the ladies present. They wouldn‘t be talking to him again, any time soon.
“No,” another arriving guy said, braving the looks that the ladies gave him. “Men enjoy these little brawls for the same reason they like women’s tennis.” He smiled. “The grunting and the sweating are exciting.” He brought his fingers to his lips and made a gesture. “It just is. We can’t help it….” That set off a growing discussion among the reforming crowd.
“Exactly! Couldn’t say it any better myself,” Kurz said. “I used to think that girls were sugar and spice and everything nice.” He chuckled lewdly. “I’m always glad to be proven wrong.”
“So Sergeant Smart Guy….” Kaname’s righteous indignation had chased away the remainder of her embarrassment and culpability for the moment. “Let’s here you answer that question.” She ignored Tessa’s ‘You of all people should know better than to keep him talking’ look while frantically waving her hands. “And you better not say anything stupid like those other guys did!”
“I have not had sufficient time to research that aspect of catfights, yet.” Sousuke spoke in a matter-of-fact fashion. “Having heard others suggest that the growing altercations between you and Captain Testarossa might soon develop into just such a skirmish, I first sought information on the subject in general.”
“I loaned him some video-tapes,” Kurz offered helpfully, fighting hard to look innocent. “Some really sexxx-xx-xy ones. Maybe you want to see some of them with him. Heh heh heh….” He stepped further away from Mao. “In my favorite, one of the girls looks like Lieutenant Babe here.” He hooked a thumb in Melissa’s direction before scrambling further out f reach. “If Kaname turns you down, you could always ask Tessa. Oh yeh!” While he didn't know that the term 'redirected agression' referred to a form of aggressive behavior where a household cat will attack the nearest object when excessively stimulated by some other object, he had a very good grasp on the concept as it applied to Sousuke and the two girls.
“Wh-… Wh-… What?!” Tessa looked offended at first. Then, a far-away look on her face, she began fantasizing just what such a situation might be like. Naturally, Kaname caught sight of that look and clenched her teeth.
“I wish someone would put him out of my misery,” Kaname said with a hand on her forehead while referring to the blonde irritant.
“I never watched those videos,” Sousuke admitted, more out of his general need to be factual rather than any desire to placate a grumpy-looking Kaname. “My initial information came from Wikipedia, through Google.” He had been surprised to find that Mithril personnel were secretly behind the creation of both of those internet phenomena. The money from the two companies' stock helped pay much of the organization’s bills stemming from rebuilding and restructuring. “As I understand it, the love of catfights has led to the rise in popularity of women in prison films….”
“They’d look hot in stripes!” Kurz ducked behind one unlucky sailor who took Mao’s drink container in the face instead of him.
“...Roller derby….” Souske was interrupted again.
“Sweee-eee-ee-et!” Kurz clapped his hands together loudly. “Hey, Sousuke. Has Kaname rolled your derby yet?”
“Uhhh….” Sousuke coughed. “Negative. I will continue. World Wrestling Entertainment women's wrestling is an offshoot of the craze I was discussing. And….”
“In this corner, we have the Platinum Bombshell, Captain Teletha Testarossa, super smart and weighing next to nothing.” Kurz sounded like a famous and popular fight announcer. “And in this corner, we have the Bi-Polar Blue Bullet, Miss Kaname Chidori, very athletic and wearing next to nothing.” Kurz grinned a big grin, feeling like he was a true master of ceremonies. He didn’t hear the footsteps behind him.
“I see. A most commendable rendition, Sgt. Major Weber.” Commander Mardukas had just then arrived on the scene, headed for the command area, where he had expected to find the Captain. “It’s heart-warming to see the level of respect you have for your commanding officer and for our guest.” Even though Kurz was the target of that reprimand, it was Sousuke who began sweating the most. Mardukas still had that effect on him.
“I was merely using the power of laughter to defuse the situation, Sir.” Kurz knew there really wasn’t much that Mardukas would do to him. “I bravely volunteered to be a common enemy, so that the two combatants would forget about each other and join together in peace and harmony to confront a greater foe.” He kept a straight face when Mao swore under her breath and hung her head.
“I see.” Mardukas remained as stone-faced as always, barely managing to keep a look of disgust from decorating his features. “And… Sergeant Major Sagara… it seems you do indeed have some knowledge outside of military matters.” That was a subtle and sarcastic dig. He still felt personally affronted anytime the Captain showed him one of Sousuke’s high school transcripts. “Please. Don’t mind me. Continue….” This would give him ample opportunity to see if his young subordinate had shone any improvement in judgment.
“Sir! Yes, Sir!” Sousuke fought the urge to salute. His perspiration increased. “You will appreciate the military connection, Sir! ‘Catfight’ was a new word created from the words ‘cat’ and ‘fight.’ It was formed as analogism to the existing word ‘dog-fight’.” He relaxed his stance some, sounding as if he were quoting things from a manual or mission plan. “As you know... a dog-fight is aerial combat between fighter aircrafts….”
“Big jerk,” Kaname said. “I knew he had to throw something military in there.” That was just for show. While she still wasn’t fond of that tendency, she knew it was and always would be a part of the man she loved. By the same fashion, it was her tendency to control, complain, and coerce.
“As such, the dog-fighting that I am speaking of is different from the canine battles held in rural areas of some countries,” Sousuke offered as a means of clarification. “Despite my efforts, I do not have an historical reference for the term ‘dog fight.’ I do know however, that dog-fighting emerged the first World War. Aircraft were initially used simply as mobile observation vehicles, and early pilots gave no thought to aerial combat. It was common for enemy pilots to simply exchange waves of the hand. But, more intrepid pilots decided to interfere with enemy reconnaissance by any means available, including throwing bricks, grenades and sometimes rope, which they hoped would entangle the enemy plane's propeller. This progressed to pilots firing hand-held guns at enemy planes.”
Mardukas nodded his heads. He was a fond fan of all things historic. He had a special fondness for any war or battle involving the United Kingdom. As one might expect, neither Kaname nor Tessa were cut from the same cloth.
“Once combat designers and mechanics mounted machine guns on aircraft... either in a turret or higher on the wings of the early biplanes... the era of air combat began.” Sousuke had miraculously forgotten why he started talking in the first place. That had Melissa looking at him with a fond smile. He truly was one-of-a-kind. “The Germans acquired early air superiority due to the invention of synchronization gear. Furthermore, during the first part of the war, there was no established tactical doctrine for air-to-air combat. Oswald Boelcke was the first to analyze the tactics of aerial warfare. Many of his concepts are still applicable today, including use of sun and altitude, surprise attack, and turning to meet a threat. It-”
“AHEM!”Commander Mardukas had seen Tessa wringing her hands, not wanting to interrupt Sousuke and risk his being upset with her. Always looking to help the diminutive young woman as best he could, he acted to short-circuit the young man’s circuitous words. “You’re thoughts have gone off course, Sgt. Major Sagara.” His eyes clearly said ‘again.’ "Perhaps I should purchase a compass for you..."
“I apologize.” Sousuke stood taller. “Dog-fights. Where the name came from. I should finish addressing that. Having seen fights between stray dogs when I was a child, I can provide a comparison that makes sense. Dogs chase each other’s tails. One moment they are up. The next, and they are down. They roll around. Because the aircraft speeds were less then 100 mph, the fighters remained in close proximity during a fight, and to an observer on the ground the similarity to a fight between dogs would come easily.”
“Sousuke…enough with the military mumbo jumbo..."” Kaname had heard more than enough. Her anger at Tessa had all but vanished. She had her guns set on a figurative observation balloon with Sousuke’s face on it.
“Nowadays, with the speeds and armaments of jet aircraft, most engagement is spread over miles." Souske was on auto-pilot in a figurative sense. There's a good chance that he didn't even hear Kaname's admonition. "As such, the term dogfight may not be as appropriate. However, it is still used. In a tactical sense, prior to the Vietnam War, and due to the development of missiles, it was thought that the dogfight become a thing of the past. The primary U.S. fighter of that day...the F4 Phantom... was designed without guns.”
”Honey….” Kurz risked death or painful dismemberment, reaching out to put an arm around Mao in mock fashion. “...Our boy had grown up. He’s become a fine otaku.”
“At least he’s good at something,” Mao remarked, knocking off the arm. “Unlike someone else I know….”
“Babe… that hurts….” Kurz sniffed and rubbed at one eye, enjoying the traditional banter with his team leader.
“It is possible for a pilot to get a missile ‘lock on’ at night... in the clouds...and miles before he can see his enemy.” Souske was on a verbal rampage. He had gotten more and more into that habit after returning from his perilous quest to find Kaname. At first, Kaname had been gratified to hear him open up more and more. But, when he had felt that he had told her enough about his adventures, and about his early life, his newfound garrulous tongue began espousing military topics again. “However, the rules of engagement as applied in that conflict in Vietnam required that the pilot have visual identification before he could fire missiles. In many instances, pilots of the American aircraft didn't get a visual until they were too close to fire a missile, taking away the advantage of surprise and the advantage of high tech armaments. So a gun was designed for the F4 and the dogfight was reborn. Modern day fighters have guns and missiles, and the dogfight is an integral part of fighter pilot training. I am certain that any of the pilots onboard could….”
“AHEM!!!” Mardukas was even louder this time. “I believe you started off talking about catfights, not dog-fighting, missle-lock, or past regional conflicts in the Asian sub-continent. Perhaps you should return to your task.”
“It might have been better if Sousuke's talking had him forgetting that topic,” Tessa offered, rubbing her fingers together. That had Mardukas looking somewhat sheepish, a site few of them had every seen before. But, in actuality, it was Tessa herself who missed the most golden of golden opportunities. She could simply have ordered Sousuke to let the subject drop. He would have done so immediately and without any qualms.
Kaname, in the old days, would have put an end to things in quick and demonstrative fashion. But, in the here and now, she had given up striking her favorite soldier with the trusty paper fan. That didn’t mean she never felt the urge, however. A ‘phantom limb’ is the sensation that an amputated or missing body part is still attached to the body, and is moving appropriately with other limbs. More than half of amputees experience these sensations. In similar fashion, the blue-haired girl was experiencing ‘phantom halisen.’
“I… yes… my apologies….” Mardukas said. He flexed his fingers, looking at Sousuke out of the corner of his eyes. “You are correct, Madame Captain.”
The words ‘perhaps you should return to your task ’ rang in Sousuke's ears like the sound of an 18 inch gun firing at close range. That suggestion, coming from the Commander, was enough to freeze his synapses and to lock him onto a single path of action. “Returning to my mission, Sir!” Eyes locked forward, he didn’t see Mardukas give him a curt ‘end report’ hand gesture. “On popular television, catfights are often seen on Soap Operas, much like the type that I witnessed Commander Mardukas watching when I accidentally walked into the wrong ready room.”
“I….” Mardukas spread his hands wide as if to deny the truth, and then let his arms drop. He began thinking of new chores to add to the duty roster. He knew to whom he would assign them.
“Catfights, real or strategically faked, have become a hallmark of The Jerry Springer Show talk show.” Sousuke looked over at Tessa, who had a deer-in-the-headlights ‘He’s not going to say what I think he is, is he’ look. “Captain Testarossa seems to be quite fond of that program.” That had Kurz looking as if he had found a huge gold nugget while panning in a stream.
“But….” Tessa looked like she wanted to turn into a liquid and seep through the cracks in the floor. Her pride took an even bigger hit when she saw the look in Kaname’s eyes.
“Racy beer commercials have raised the profile of catfights in recent pop culture.” Sousuke plowed ever onward, unaware of the embarrassment he was leaving in his wake, or the ‘Rain Checks’ for punishment he was accruing. “Comedy movies have staged similar scenes that are meant to be both titillating and a parody of titillation.” He was obviously quoting the text he had read.
“Don’t say it,” Melissa warned Kurz. She correctly surmised that her fellow team member was going to say something like ‘Sousuke said tit’ in best Bevis and Butthead or South Park fashion.
“Catfights show up on animated sitcoms. They are very popular on YouTube.” Sousuke nodded his head. He knew about that website. Many of his gladitorial A-S fights had shown up there, thanks to one of the technicians on Nami's staff. “They have also been commemorated in song.” That started Kurz humming ‘Girl Fight Tonight!’ by Julie Brown. “There are several distributors of catfight videos on DVD or as downloads from the internet. Most of those videos feature women who are topless or completely nude.”
“Sousuke….” Kaname began tapping her toes against the steel flooring.
“The fights are carried out in improvised boxing rings... out in nature... in gyms... or in apartments.” Sousuke looked straight ahead, so as to keep from seeing Mardukas’ visage. If he had spied that face, he would have noticed a look of exasperation and disbelief, as the Commander struggled to puzzle out how a young man who was so adept at picking out signs of danger during combat could miss the obvious warning signs coming from Miss Chidori. “Just like the so-called Foxy Boxing, these catfights appear to be more an erotic entertainment than real fights.”
“Sous-kaaaa-aa-ay….” Kaname’s one food was beating out a staccato rhythm now.
“Indeed, it is nothing like real combat, even though the ancient Greeks once fought naked in the arena.” Sousuke rambled on, oblivious to the looks on everyone but Commander Mardukas. Perhaps his verbal onslaught was akin to anything he considered a mission. Other than that time in Hong Kong, where Kaname had brought him back to his old self in a rather quick and painful manner, he never considered pulling up short during an assignment. “Techniques of beating and kicking that can cause pain to the opponent are often merely faked and not really carried out. Sometimes it is the goal of the fight to rip the clothing off the opponent from the start, or to simply rip off the last remaining garment such as a… uhhh-hh-h… slip or… uhhh-hh-h… thong”. Sousuke coughed twice to clear his throat. “For nude catfighting sometimes the participants cover their bodies with baby oil. This is for erotic effect. I do not think that there is any similarity to the Turkish Yagli Gures, where barefoot athletes compete oiled up and stripped to the waist in a style that can be traced back to the Janissaries, a group of elite body guards to the Imperial Sultans. They-“ He was cut off.
“S-O-U-S-U-K-E-!” Kaname’s eyes flashed as she stomped her foot. She knew how she sounded, over-reacting that way in front of everyone. But, she couldn’t help herself.
“Kaname?” Sousuke cocked his head, looking over at his girlfriend. He then glanced down at his feet, feeling a bit chastened. As clueless as he might still be, he had begun to see himself through other people’s eyes. He was making progress, but there was a long way to go.
“Sergeant Major Sagara,” Mardukas started off saying, his voice as cold and unyielding as the armor on the newest Arm Slaves sitting in the Da Danaan’s launch bay. “Was this really what you wanted to tell your Captain and our guest when you first spoke up?” It was a rhetorical question. But, he knew it was never wise to assume anything about the young scar-faced soldier.
“Sir, no Sir!” Sousuke began sweating heavily again, soon resembling a human Niagra Falls, much the same way he did that first time Kaname ever lay eyes on a towel-wrapped Tessa. “I was merely doing my best to answer Miss Chidori’s query into the popularity of catfights. With sufficient information, someone as clever as her should be able to arrive at the conclusion on her own, Sir!”
“Sometimes, I don’t envy you,” Tessa admitted to Kaname. The other girl simply sighed.
“I apologize! I should switch over to my main objective,” Sousuke put in quickly. “I spoke with a number of Mithril counselors by radio.” By that, he meant combat psychologists and general psychiatrists. “I discussed the issue with each of them, looking for insight.”
“You better not have mentioned my name,” Kaname growled.
“Or mine either!” Tessa looked embarrassed, thinking that her name might be bandied about in that fashion. She came from a family that kept its ‘dirty laundry’ to itself.
“Yes… well… to continue….” Sousuke coughed again, resuming his report.
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This story contains a few spoilers. No, a whole plethora of spoilers. It may be a bit OOC depending on whether or not you buy the underlying premise. And, it's a bit long and really doesn't go anywhere. So, without further introduction:
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CHAPTER 1
Plates and glasses slid along the tabletop.
The crewmembers of the Tuatha Da Danaan, Mithril’s remarkable submersible, mindlessly reached out to halt the travels of their wayward dinnerware. This was nothing new to them.
To their guest, however, it was a somewhat bothersome necessity, all the more irritating since she found it troublesome to be back onboard in the first place. Kaname Chidori placed her arm down more demonstrably than she had intended, forming a barrier.
“Don’t be alarmed, Miss Chidori.” Tessa reached out to catch the glass just before it fell to the floor. “The seas are a bit rough; but we’ll submerge again, once we have finished bringing supplies aboard.” Focusing more on talking than holding, the young Captain reverted to her normal clumsiness, dropping the glass. Luckily, the secret facility at an Australian port they were berthed at had off-loaded a new supply of drinkware soon after they arrived
“I told you we should buy her plastic cups,” Kurz said with a grin. That smile quickly morphed into a grimace, when Melissa Mao stomped hard on his foot under their table.
“Idiot,” Melissa mumbled. She took a long swig of beer she had hidden inside an empty soda can. If the cantina hadn’t been a ‘No Smoking’ area, she would be puffing away.
“I’m not worried.” Kaname made a face. What did Tessa take her for, some kind of coward or crybaby? She ought to know better than that, after all this time. “The submarine is built from stronger stuff than that glass.” She looked down at the fragments scattered across the floor. It never ceased to amaze her: a clumsy seventeen year old girl at the helm of a five billion dollar undersea craft.
“So am I,” Tessa rushed to say, feeling somewhat conscientious in front of Kaname. The other girl was taller, more athletic, and more maturely proportioned than she was. “I wonder where Sousuke is.” She smiled and said “I mean... Sergeant Major Sagara...” Sure, Sousuke and Kaname were a couple. But, that didn’t mean she had to give up on her dreams. More than once, life had thrown surprises her way. After all of the bad things that had happened to her, she was due for some good luck. She straightened her blouse, picturing Sousuke in her mind.
“He’s probably polishing his new A.S. with a toothbrush, or something.” Kaname relied with a little more heat than the situation required. “Hmmmpppfff. Big idiot. I couldn’t find him last night either.” She tried to keep from sounding irritable. But, penned up onboard the TDD-1, she had at least expected to spend some time with a certain soldier. “I don’t know why you had to give him another experimental Arm Slave.” The anger that crept into her voice that time had a number of diners cringing.
“It wasn’t my decision, Kaname….” Tessa shrugged. She had remained noncommittal, out of deference to Sousuke. The Mithril council wanted Sousuke to pilot the ARX-9 Fragarach, because of his prior experiences with Arbalest and ARX-8 Laevatein “Just as bringing you to Merida Island wasn’t my idea.” She blushed. The way she said that made her sound jealous, or like a petulant little girl.
“I know,” Kaname said, tossing her hair. She looked Tessa in the eyes for a moment, and then looked away. During the journey out, the two of them had bonded some. It had been a pleasant time for both of them. Being Whispered, they had something in common that few women shared. But, after being put through the ringer by the commanders of the reformed organization, Kaname had ended up in a very bad mood. A number of things that happened during her stay that had put her in a bit of a snit. “I told those geezers that I don’t want to work for Mithril. They told me I might lose my protection. I told them they might lose Sousuke.” That brought a fierce look to her eyes. “He’s mine.” That slipped out involuntarily. It hung in the air like a fireworks bomb waiting to explode.
Kaname didn’t lapse into a nostalgic mood. This was not the right time for that. She was pre-occupied, her adrenalin levels sky-rocketing. When Sgt. Sousuke Sagara had first invaded her school, she thought him a freak and wacko, and the last thing she wanted was to have someone like that follow her around, coincidence or not. But, through flood and fire, so to speak, her feelings had changed as the two shared dramatic moments that shaped their lives to come.
In the movies, something like that would be wonderful. The hero and heroine would live happily ever after. But, she and her soldier might never have that option. She remembered all too well the thoughts she had, aboard an Amalgam helicopter, watching below as Sousuke and the ARX-8 fought for her. She couldn’t help but recall the radio conversation she had with him, with Kalinin’s permission, not long after she had shot Tessa’s brother:
"Don't chase after me. Right now, I am with Kalinin in the helicopter. Leonard, too. Or, maybe I've killed him. Poor Leonard. I thought of running many times. But in the end I found out it's impossible. I can never beat those people. The more I struggle, the more I hurt. That's why... I'm sorry... please don't chase after me. For you to chase after a person like me all this time, I really am happy. But….”
"Chidori? What are you talking about?"
"That's why...Sousuke...forget me..."
"Wait, Chidori, I..."
"We have to know when to stop. The two of us. Actually don't stop. I don't want this, definitely. Sousuke, do you hear me?”
"Uhhh….”
"I am ordering you in the name of Vice President of the student council. Listen carefully okay? Come save me. I don't mind the number of sacrifices. No matter how many deaths, hundreds, thousands, millions, it doesn't matter. Come get me. Use everything you have, use all those ridiculous troublesome soldier skills you have… beat even the toughest enemy… and come embrace me!! You can do it, can’t you?"
"Uhhh… yes I can. I will come. Wait for me."
"Ummm… ahhh ... Souske...I like you the best."
"Me too. I love you."
She had tried to be strong. She had tried to be noble. She had tried to put everyone else’s good before her own. Both she and Sousuke realized that people died whenever he chose to chase after her. Good people and bad people alike. Nami was poignant proof of that. But, Kaname was still just as teenage girl. She wanted to have a good life, even if it wasn’t a normal life. She wanted Sousuke in that life.
What would happen, when she returned to school? Was Kyouko alright? What would her classmates think of her? How would they react to Sousuke. Would the two of them put their friends at risk again? That was only one issue that had her frequently feeling frightened, frustrated, or furious. Why did she have to be Whispered? Why couldn’t she have an average life? She wasn’t in the mood to see that she and Tessa had a good number of things in common. At the moment, the shorter girl was the face of Mithril. She was someone who wanted her man!
“Tick… tick… tick….” Kurz’ time-bomb imitation showed that he had ably picked up on the incendiary nature of that small verbal slip.
There was still time for someone to defuse the situation. This did not have to escalate to KANAMECON-1. Mao had coined that fictitious system some time in the past, modeling it after DEFCON, the defense readiness condition, a measure of the activation and readiness level of the United States Armed Forces.
DEFCON 5 is the condition used to designate normal peacetime military readiness. An upgrade in military preparedness is typically made by the Joint Chiefs of Staff and announced by the United States Secretary of Defense. DEFCON 4 refers to normal, increased intelligence and the heightening of national security measures. Readiness remained at this level throughout most of the Cold War. DEFCON 3 indicates an increase to force readiness above normal. DEFCON 2 implies a further increase in force readiness just below maximum readiness. It has been declared only once, during the Cuban Missile Crisis. DEFCON 1 refers to maximum readiness. It is not certain whether this has ever been used, but it is reserved for imminent or ongoing attack on US military forces or US territory by a foreign military power.
In somewhat pointed contrast, KANAMECON-1 was hardly a rare event. Moreover, very little provocation appeared to be necessary for a rapid change in levels. And, while Sgt. Major Sousuke Sagara usually appeared to the cause for such dramatic progressions, he was not the sole beneficiary to Kaname Chidori’s outbursts. The ‘honeymoon period’ that followed her return from captivity at the hands of Amalgam, a blissful period where she remained calm and collected despite numerous hardships incumbent upon her return to home soil, was clearly a thing of the past.
Regardless, the odds seemed good that this conversation would end up in another squabble. The two Whispered girls had been getting cattier and cattier, the further away they got from the rebuilt Mithril base. To any budding amateur psychologist, the regrettable behavior wasn’t all that hard to understand. Both girls had been through quite a bit since the day that Amalgam had mounted an all-out purge against Mithril, and Leonard Testarossa had spirited Kaname away after his Belial had made short work of the ARX-7. They each had more pent-up aggression than a squad of re-supply personnel could stuff into a missile tube.
“You’re very lucky,” Tessa said, playing with her ponytail. She lowered her eyes, and then straightened her shoulders. “But, you don’t own Sagara.” She sighed, and left her bench, intent on picking up the pieces of broken glass. “And… in case you don’t trust him… nothing happened.” She was making reference to the time she had spent with Sousuke at the base. The blue-haired girl had dropped angry comments about that turn of events on more than one occasion.
Tessa, of course, had her own reason to feel anxious and on edge. Her feelings for Sousuke hadn’t diminished. She didn’t suddenly find herself surrounded by suitors her own age. If anything, with the mess that Mithril still found itself in, her life had become even more tense and restricted. How many people that she knew and cared about died in Amalgam’s attack on Merida Island? Sydney? Others bases and safe-houses? Just what role had her brother played in all that turmoil and heartbreak? Was he dead? Why did she sometimes feel herself feeling guilty for something that he had done? And then there was still the whole matter of Lt. Commander Kalinin.
There had been no time to grieve during the TDD-1’s miraculous escape or the cat-and-mouse game they played soon thereafter. There had been no time to wonder about her own future, when the TDD-1 and crew played a role in supporting Sousuke’s efforts to retrieve his kidnapped girlfriend. So many things weighed heavily on her small shoulders. Sometimes, she felt as if she were being smothered. Now, in contrast, she felt like a spring that was wound way too tight.
“Of course not,” Kaname said, trying to focus her attention on the food covering her plate. “Sousuke cares about me. That’s why he risked his life, saving me from Amalgam… and your brother…” That last was a bit of a low blow. The way that Leonard had tried to hijack her life was not Tessa’s fault. “He wasn’t upset when I went home to spend time with my father and sister.” Shortly after returning to Tokyo, she had taken time to visit her family in the states. They had been very worried about her.
“I know. He told me.” Tessa blushed. That was a bit confrontational. What had gotten into her this morning? It must be the result of Kaname’s continued funk. Maybe that kind of thing was contagious. “We spent a lot of time together, after the situation with the enemy quieted down some.” When Kaname had gone to America, Sousuke had come back aboard Da Danaan. The crew had been through difficult times. She herself had needed the support of people she could trust. “I cooked for him a lot then, too. Just like on the island.” While Kaname had been facing the council, she had been cooking Spaghetti Carbonara for Sousuke again. It was one of is favorite dishes. “I wouldn’t trade those times for anything in the world.”
“Right.” Kaname stabbed at her ham steak and eggs with a fork. The yolk exploded, sending a yellow wave out over the white surrounds. “I guess when that’s all you have, you have no choice but to treasure it.” She pushed fried potatoes around on her plate, wondering for the umpteenth time where Sousuke was. “I spent a lot of time thinking about Sousuke, while I was a captive. I didn’t always appreciate him the way I should. I won’t make that mistake again.” She lifted her chin up. That was her way of saying ‘Don’t get your hopes up!’ Obviously, she was not above rubbing things in.
“We’ll see,” Tessa said, trying to sound mysterious. “The best laid plans of mice and men….” The quote from Robert Burns had the young Captain sighing, counteracting her bold stance. “Sousuke said that he enjoyed his time with me.” Her pride urged her on. It wasn’t easy being in charge of a submarine. It was difficult, being isolated the way she was. Did everyone understand just how hard it was, seeing the boy you have a crush on care for someone else? “We grew very close.” She paused, lifting her own chin. “Very.” She gasped, cutting herself on the glass. She stuck her bloody finger in her mouth. “Who knows what seeds might have been sown….”
“Uh huh.” Kaname felt herself go rigid. She couldn’t help that she was the jealous type. Maybe it was because of the fact that she could lose Sousuke at any moment, given the dangerous nature of his job. Maybe it was because he was the only boy who valued her for who she was, and could put up with the quirks and habits that drove everyone else away. “It’s not like you kissed, or anything.” She put that out there as a lure of sorts. She wanted Tessa to take the bait, and tell her that nothing like that happened. She trusted Sousuke; but, she couldn’t help herself.
“Is that what he told you?” Tessa grinned, feeling wicked. It was a new feeling for her. She had never kissed Sousuke; but, she didn’t have to come out and say that. “Hmmm-mm-m… then it must be true… I guess…” She sat back down and wrapped her finger in her napkin. She began nibbling on a piece of toast.
“Do you really think that kind of trick will work?” Kaname felt her temper fraying, and forced herself to calm down. She took a deep breath and let it out. “If the two of you kissed, there’s no way you could have kept it a secret.” She smiled, but savaged her meat with her fork and knife. “That Moody Military Maniac could not have kept from sweating when I asked him what went on, if he had done something so underhanded.” Truth be told, he had sweated up a storm. But, that had been because he was worried how Kaname might react to the fact that he had spent any time at all with Tessa. Clueless as he might be, he had begun understanding how Kaname’s mind worked.
“Sousuke is not as innocent as you make him out to be,” Tessa said, dropping a piece of egg into her lap. Frowning, she retrieved the errant food. “And I am not just his commanding officer, you know.” She waved her hand about. “I don’t know everything that happened when he went looking for you. But he seems so much more open… and affectionate...” What she really meant was ‘friendly.’ That other word slipped in by accident, of course.
“Yes.” Kaname practically growled that word. Running her hand through her hair, she once again kept from flying off the handle. Barely. Tessa was just pushing her buttons, right? But, how had she suddenly gotten so good at it? “He certainly is. You’re right about the innocent part.” She dabbed at her mouth with her napkin, hiding a smile. The ball was in her court now. “I guess he can’t help himself. He must have seen and heard a lot of things, hanging around with soldiers and sailors for much of his life. Before, it would have made me smack him with the halisen…” She yawned and stretched. “Now? I have absolutely no complaints….” She didn’t feel the slightest bit dirty, implying personal things that never truly happened.
“Shouldn’t that be harisen?” Tessa blinked rapidly, feeling exceedingly immature. Paper fans were referred to in different ways, due to the ‘l’ and ‘r’ switching that went on in the Japanese language. “Any way, I doubt that the two of you have gotten… intimate…” She coughed. It felt as if her cheeks had caught fire. “Not that it’s really any of my business….” She clutched her napkin under the table. Moving her hands without knowing, she tied the hapless linen into knots. “But… if you had… I would have heard about it from Mao and Weber….” She looked over at her two subordinates, each of whom had adopted a ‘who me’ look. “Repeatedly.”
“Only if Sousuke told them,” Kaname said. “He’s become very fond of certain things. If he went and blurted certain little secrets, he might find himself going cold turkey for a while.” Truth be told, she and Sousuke had come close to consummating their relationship on a number of occasions. Something always seemed to come up. If it wasn’t one thing, it was another. Maybe they just weren’t ready yet.
“You’re lying!” With that, Tessa stood up straight, eyes flashing. There was no real good explanation of while she snapped at that point. Maybe it was simply the straw that broke the camel’s back. When the ship lurched again, she almost toppled over. “If you’d go so far as to make up stories like that, you must be worried or something.” She brushed some crumbs off of her sleeves and straightened her blouse. “I guess I should take that as a compliment of sorts.” She nodded her head. “Or a sign of hope.” Her heart fluttered like a moth only partly snared by a spider’s web.
“Uh huh. Sure. You bet.” Kaname faked a yawn. “You’re just jealous.” She stood up too, acting on her instinctive need to meet any challenge. “Turnabout’s fair play, I suppose. You sounded so smug when you had him turn off the external sensors for Arbalest, after he rescued us from A21. And, you implied some things that weren’t true, back when you brought me onboard that first time and served me tea.” She frowned, her thoughts switching to a different set of memories. “I was worried for a bit, when he decided to come to your party instead of getting on the cruise ship with me and the rest of the class.” She frowned. She had never admitted that last part to anyone before. “But, you know who won... right?” She struck a pose, hand on her hip.
“Yes,” Tessa said, tightening her jaw. “I know who won the battle.” She stood straighter, thinking she looked sharper in her uniform than Kaname did in her sweat shirt and dungarees. “But, the war is far from over. Some people thought that Amalgam was too powerful, and that Mithril was finished. You really shouldn't assume anything.” What she was saying was true. But, just the same, she had to strive for a sense of true optimism. “I’ve seen the statistics on teenage romance.”
“Ohhh-hh-h?” Kaname put one foot up on the bench she had been seated on. “Well... Little Miss Genius... unless you haven’t noticed... you’re a teenager too.” She tossed her hair. “D’uh!”
“Oh yeh! Here we go!” Kurz leaned back his chair, rocking with the rhythm of the rough sea. "They have each other lined up squarely in the crosshairs." With a great effort of will, Mao abstained from kicking that chair over.
“I won’t be teenager forever,” Tessa said. “I’ll always want to stay in touch with Sousuke. He’s helped me with my confidence in ways that no one else ever has.” She began fiddling with her hair again. “You always get angry with him. I would never do that. You’ll be going off to college some day. He probably won’t… at least not at the same school… not with his grades….”
“Says who!” Kaname felt incensed. In part, she was defending Sousuke, even though the other girl was right about his grades. But, she also felt one of her old suspicions raise its ugly head. “No doubt you’d get your hands involved in something like that. Maybe if Mithril made some small donations, colleges would suddenly decide to erase the name ‘Sagara’ off of their lists.” Her nostrils flared ever so slightly. “Pathetic.” That last part was said just loud enough for Tessa to hear. Her anger fought with a sudden chill fear. Could she ever go to college? Would Sousuke be there to watch over her, if he didn't gain admission on his own merit? Questions. Her life was so full of questions!
“Is that what you think of me?” Tessa’s voice went up a couple of octaves. “Do you really think I’d do something like that to someone I lo-… like….” She had to be careful. That 'love' almost slipped out. “I guess I can see why you might look at things that way. It’s real easy to be the damsel in distress, isn’t it.…”
“What?” Kaname’s eyes went wide. She couldn’t believe what she had just heard. That caught her off guard.
“Yes. Poor Kaname Chidori. Kidnapped again.” Tessa turned up her nose, talking in a condescending manner. “As if you were the only one who ever gets abducted.“ She put one of her feet up on her bench. Shorter than Kaname, she couldn’t keep up that pose comfortably, or without ending up face first in someone’s meal. “Oh… I’m captured again… everybody look at me….” She put a hand on her hip. “Sousuke… please come rescue me… I need you….”
“You….” Kaname found herself picking up her remaining ham. She almost threw it at Tessa.
“It’s a lot harder to stay behind… commanding a submarine… with no one coming to my rescue.…” Tessa knew she sounded illogical. She couldn’t care less at that moment. “You wouldn’t last a day at that job. All you have to do is go to school… sit in class… enjoy a nice lunch with your friends… and scold Sousuke.…” She couldn’t believe she was standing up for herself like this. But, that was in part thanks to Sousuke. While he had come out and told her point blank that he like Kaname more, during the Pacific Chrysalis incident, that didn’t diminish the confidence and hope she felt after an earlier confrontation with Amalgam.
Things had been nip and tuck when the two Chinas were battling, and Amalgam had its tendrils everywhere. Sousuke had not been his usual self. But, in the end, he rediscovered himself… piloted Arbalest again… and defeated five Venoms, each equipped with skilled pilots and the Lambda Driver. He had patched up his relationship with the ARX-7’s A.I., and had gone on to face down a hologram of a very irate General Ammitt during a meeting of the Mithril high command. The conversation she had with him right after that tense confrontation would stay with her forever:
“I still need to tell you….”
“Ma’am?”
”I’m sorry what I said before.”
“No. I should apologize for my conduct.”
“It’s OK. I wasn’t very dignified. I behaved like a spoiled child back then. But… anyway… I was wondering… are we… are you and I still friends?”
“Friends? Ma’am? Well Captain….”
“Sergeant?”
“If you really do acknowledge me as a friend, Captain, will you forgive me for making a blunt remark?”
“Go ahead.”
“Tessa… I’m really sorry… you are an incredible person. To me, you are not just a superior officer. You’re something more important than that. And… if something ever happens… I’ll be there for you. Please remember that!”
After he stammered something more and hurried from the room sweating, she had shouted out ‘Tessa... he called me Tessa,’ doing a happy little dance until she tripped and fell over in her trademark clumsy way. He had gone away, but came back. He had come out and told her something that she never expected before. If he could do it once, who’s to say he couldn’t do it again in the future?
“Let’s not start with that poor-pitiful-me routine, again!” Kaname dropped her food back onto her plate. She fought the impulse to wipe her hand off on Tessa, before picking up her napkin. “Oh my… it’s such a hardship… saving the world….” She took her hair in her hand, formed a rudimentary ponytail, and began fussing with it. “I’m chained to my chair… they force me to do this… I really want to be at school with Sousuke….” She made a snorting noise. “You loved all the attention when you were the little visiting goddess. But, you wouldn’t last a week at school, dealing with the things that I do. Sousuke is hardly fun and games.”
“He does what he can!” It was Tessa’s turn to come to Sousuke’s defense, so to speak. “You know what kind of life he lived. We each had our own troubles... but nothing like his.” She actually found herself standing up on her bench, so she could look down at Kaname for a change. It wasn’t easy, with the TDD-1 pitch up and down as it was. She sighed, when the signal for ‘Dive’ came over the intercom. She really should be headed to the bridge; but, the crew there knew the routine, and she had told them to proceed without her if she were busy dealing with other issues. “He might have had an easier time of it all, if you offered him encouragement, instead of slapping him down every chance you get.”
“You would have done it too, if you weren’t so meek.” Kaname was not about to let Tessa have the upper hand. She stood on her bench, too. “Besides, you weren’t there. He didn’t come in and disrupt your world, putting all of your friends and classmates at risk.” She crossed her fingers when Tessa’s foot slid back, precariously close to an edge. “And I don’t smack him around any more!” She followed that up with a silent ‘much.’
“That’s a convenient excuse, Miss Chidori.“ Tessa spoke more loudly, moving her hands in animated fashion. “Did you ever think, maybe you’re just a violent person. I think you have anger issues.” Tessa wind-milled her arms and barely kept from falling backward. “Face it. We both know the truth.” She stuck out her chin, feeling braver than she had since the ordeal with Amalgam. “Sousuke puts up with it because he’s been through much worse. That’s the only reason. Anyone else would have left your side in a heartbeat.” She made a face. “I hardly think that it’s fair, your taking advantage of him that way.”
“Fair?” Kaname put both hands on her hips, swaying naturally with the motion of the boat. “You have the nerve to talk about fair?” She threw her hands in the air dramatically. “Sousuke’s in more danger around you than he is around me!” She too was oblivious to the growing number of onlookers. “I remember how you almost got him killed, when Takima and his pals captured us.”
“What did you say?” Tessa looked incredulous. “You were the one who let her cell phone get stolen. And it was your grabbing Takuma that almost left Sousuke dead from that missile.” She was actually trembling. “I saw how you looked in the van. You were thinking the same thing, then.”
“Like that was the worst thing anyone did during that little adventure.” Kaname shook a finger in Tessa’s face now. “I came knocking at his door to apologize, but you had to peek around the corner dressed in a towel.” She didn’t care that Tessa hadn’t done that on purpose. “Then… when I was angry at Sousuke… and he tried to convince me that you were his commanding officer….” She scowled, remembering the game that the diminutive Captain had played.
“I see,” Tessa said, flipping her ponytail towards Kaname’s face. “Now you’re just bringing up hurt feelings. Admirable. Not the kind of thing I would expect from a Class Representative and the Student Council Vice President.” She stood up on the table. “Shame on you. While you’re acting so petty, you have the nerve to criticize me. I heard how you went out with that other boy… and how Sousuke kept watch on you anyway….”
“Sousuke and I weren’t dating yet!” Kaname stepped up on the table-top, too. “Now who’s being petty?”
“Well, if you weren’t dating yet, why are you still so upset about the towel? You weren’t dating him then!” Tessa surprised herself. She had to quell the impulse to reach out and shove Kaname off of the table. “Does it also bother you that I fell on top of him while we were training, back when I challenged Melissa to an A.S. match?” She thought back to that time at the beach. “Or, that I wriggled around on top of him, not letting him get up?”
“Wow!” Kaname slapped hand to her forehead in dramatic fashion. “That was sooo-oo-o brave!” She laughed. “I hate to ruin those romantic memories for you.” Her voice told a different story. “I could tell you any number of things that Sousuke and I do. But, I think it will be more fun to just leave that up to your imagination. Hmmmpppfff.” She smiled a triumphant smile. “I bet you don’t even know where he’s ticklish!” He wasn’t. But, Tessa wouldn’t know that. At least, she better not!
Kaname finally caught sight of something. She still couldn’t get used to Sousuke’s stealthy talents. The big lunk-head was standing at the open bulkhead door leading into this side of the small eating area.
How long had he been there?
Following Kaname’s eyes, Tessa felt her tongue cleave to the top of her palate. Obviously, she had caught sight of a certain someone, too. Just how much of their boorish behavior had he witnessed?
Hey… Sis….” With an evil grin, Kurz spoke directly into Mao’s ear. “Want to have some fun?” He suggested a plan of action.
“Welll-ll-l… look who it is…” Melissa practically oozed from her seat, having agreed to take part in Kurz’ little joke. “The guest of honor….” She sauntered over to where Sousuke stood silently. “I guess this is as good a time as any to make our big announcement.” That had Sousuke cocking his head quizzically, clueless to the coming set-up. “The man of the hour.”
“You mean ‘boy,’ don’t you, Babe?” Kurz spoke in a mock incredulous tone.
“No. I mean man.” Melissa reached out and goosed Sousuke in the crotch. That had the stunned young man going white as a sheet. Kaname and Tessa were shocked even more than he was. “After last night, there can no longer be any doubt.” She waved her hand flippantly. “But… we probably should have used a condom….”
“Huh? WHAT?!” Kurz’ shout rang throughout the hallway outside the eatery. “Sousuke… you… you… you traitor!” The lanky sniper stood up abruptly, knocking dinnerware this way and that. “I thought you were my friend! You know that Mao was mine to bag!” He kicked a tray out of his way as he advanced on his two teammates. “So that’s why the two of you disappeared last night.” In actuality, Sousuke and Melissa had been with him, looking over the files of possible future SRT members. But, neither Kaname nor Tessa knew that.
“Melissa!” Tessa was the first of the girls to react. Her eyes were wide and her heart was thumping in her chest. She was too discombobulated to realize that it was all a set-up. The fact that Melissa wrapped around Sousuke and gave him a long kiss didn’t help her get her thoughts in order. “That… you… he….”
“Very funny!” Kaname tried to sound cool. She had seen through the joke, more because of her past experiences with Kurz and Melissa than her trust in Sousuke. But, for a brief moment she had been just as lambasted as the other Whispered girl, her immediate surprise running the gamut from hurt to burning rage. She forced herself to breath normally. “I can’t believe how immature the two of you are.” She glared at Sousuke in an accusatory fashion. “At least you should have known better, Mister!” She turned up her nose at him and then faced away.
“I was unaware of Lt. Mao’s intentions,” Sousuke replied. He jumped when Melissa reached over and pinched his buttock. “It may be that you are the one who should have known better.” Kurz and Melissa had threatened to take a giant A-S spanner wrench to the back of his head if he didn’t start to stand up for his rights. They had been on his case from the first time that Kaname had berated him after they left Tokyo for Merida. “And it is very interesting that you brought up the subject of maturity.”
“Why’s that, Sousuke?” Kurz was still grinning. He held his hands out in front of his chest, pantomiming a full set of breasts. “Kaname’s a very mature girl, if you know what I mean.” He looked over at Tessa. Before he could add anything, he had the air knocked out of him by a Mao round-house kick.
“Give it a rest,” Melissa growled, inexplicably going from co-conspirator to judge and jury in the blink of an eye.
“Yes,” Kaname said with deceptive calm, ignoring Kurz’ antics. “Why is that?” Her eyebrows shot up. She couldn’t help bet clench her fists for a moment. “I’m sure you’ll have a very good answer.” Subconsciously, she had reverted to her old style of keeping Sousuke in line first, and asking questions later. It really wasn’t necessary anymore, since he wasn’t quite the terror he had been during his first few months at Jindai High. But, by trying to dictate his actions, she felt some psychological reassurance that she might somehow be able to make her own life normal again. “You better,” she added in an inaudible whisper.
“Isn’t it obvious?” Sousuke met Kaname’s gaze and didn’t look away. When she didn’t answer her own question, he continued. “We are onboard a submarine. We all have a duty to perform, or the obligation to stay out of the way of those who do. We should set an example for those we work with.” That comment had Melissa smiling and Kurz rolling his eyes. Sousuke Sagara? An example? God help Mithril and the free world if everyone had his penchant for death and destruction! “I did not expect to see my commanding officer and my Student Council Representative starting a catfight.”
Sousuke took his relationship with Kaname very seriously. It was funny how things had changed... how he had changed. At first, dropped into the unfamiliar environment of a Japanese high school, he had been at a loss, and had seen Kaname more as a mission than a friend or classmate. Then, over time, the two had grown closer and closer, until things reached a point where his heart knew where he stood long before his head did. He took a deep breath without knowing, thinking back to the day he was told that he would be leaving Tokyo for good. Those emotions had been real. Too real. He had almost slipped away, losing everything he had recently gained, before Kaname had found him with Wraith’s help and gave him reason to live again.
Still, he hadn’t truly realized the depths of his feelings then. His understanding still hadn’t completely crystallized when he gave her the Lapis Lazuli as a gift, after the cruise ship incident. The final revelation had come later, after his days at Nam Sak, in Southeast Asia, where he had come to find out information about Kaname’s whereabouts. He had become the pilot for an A-S team in a Gladiator-style sport. The captain of this team, Nami, another Whispered girl, had been kidnapped by Kurama, who cold-bloodedly murdered her when Sousuke didn't reveal himself. That brutal act had prompted the Mithril soldier to on a rampage of death and destruction to find the killer later on.
Wrestling with thoughts about his own bloodthirsty nature, Sousuke had worked his way through mental gymnastics much like those that Kaname had independently faced. To reach Kaname, people had been sacrificed. He had let an innocent girl die. He had killed and killed again, while others had been trying to kill him. Kaname was a symbol of tranquility and kindness to him. But, the way he let hatred consume him… the way that he hurt others and committed acts of murder in her name…that could only be hurtful to her.
He didn’t give up searching for her, though. Despite his belief that he was carrying far too much karma, and that there was an irreparable tear in his life and the world as a whole, he kept going. He had his burning hatred for Kurama. That wasn’t what drove him, once his blood red rage subsided. Any information he could dig up about Amalgam was also of interest. But, that wasn’t what spurred him on either, even though he still felt some tenuous connection to Kurz, Melissa, and the others. He hadn’t been pushed along by some hope to regain the exact same life he and Kaname had before the abduction, since he had grown certain that things could never be that way in the end.
The true and final answer hit him when he finally faced off against his most recent nemesis. He had been injured by Kurama’s bomb trap, and had been shot multiple times by his foe. The bloody bastrad may well have finished him, had a second set of enemies appeared without warning. When the French Special forces that had attacked him in the Munamera Mountains had arrived, distracting his adversary with their sudden attack, Sousuke had managed to do unto Kurama what Kurama had done unto him. Before Michel Lemon had directed the foreign forces to give him First Aid, he had managed to crawl next to Kurama, the two men headed towards death at each other’s hand. Their conversation stuck in his mind.
"Tell me. Where is Chidori?"
"What do you...plan to do about it?"
"Save her."
"Aren’t you an idiot...”
"Please tell me."
"Sorry… I'm content to bite my tongue and die."
"Please tell me."
"I don't get it...why...did you and I...kill each other?"
"Her."
"Driven by the power of love, huh? Don't make me laugh.”
"What's wrong with that? Tell me where she is. Please.”
"San Carlos. If not there… then Nicaro… or Grenada. Some place like that. I don't know any more than that."
Sousuke understood that it had been love driving him. Love for Kaname. He had even admitted that to her as she flew out of his grasp yet again, when Amalagam agents had spirited her away by helicopter when he had been so close. When he had found her again… when she was finally safe… the two had made one another promises. He wouldn’t take back a single word. But, that didn’t mean he would stand mutely by any time she started doing things that were wrong. The same went for Tessa, for whom he had a warm place in his blossoming heart, and for whom he had the greatest respect. He had only one prime thought at that moment: enough is enough!
“But… we weren’t… not really...” Tessa looked over at Sousuke. Her face pinked up some. She thought about her recent blow up with Kaname, realizing just how it must have looked to an observer. She had gotten so wound up in her emotion that the world had shrunken to contain herself and her blue-haired rival, no one else.
“Cat fight?” Kaname wrinkled up her nose. As a hamster owner, and tropical fish keeper, she never had room for cats. And, even though she had spent time in America, she had somehow managed to escape learning what ‘cat fight’ meant in the standard vernacular.
“Yes,” Sousuke said. “Do we have any cat owners here?” He saw a number of hands go up from crew members who had pretended to be busy while watching the growing confrontation. “I’m sure you will all confirm certain things that I may make reference to.”
“There shouldn't be too many people here. We were preparing to leave port, last time I checked.” Tessa’s quiet words had their intended effect. Male and female crewmembers alike quickly headed to their posts.
“It is good to see that you retain your leadership abilities under these conditions,” Sousuke remarked, seeing his corroborators vanish. “No doubt, our comrades could have told us that cats are rather territorial animals. They fight with other cats to establish territory or to defend existing territory.” Tessa’s brief rosy glow of girlish pride at Sousuke’s initial comment quickly gave way to a look of pique.
“How long do you think he makes it,” Kurz whispered to Mao, taking a wad of bills out of his pocket. The conversation had taken on a rather familiar patina. Sousuke was headed for trouble. Big trouble.
“I say five minutes,” Melissa replied, counting out an equivalent amount of money. “Tops.”
“You’re on,” Kurz retorted with a boyish grin and a roguish twinkle in his eyes. “Loser has to carry him to the infirmary.”
“Or mop up the blood,” Mao quipped.
“As I was saying before, a catfight is... by definition... a physical confrontation between two felines.” He blinked rapidly, hearing Kaname growl. He almost expected to see her grow a tail or sprout a pair of perky cat ears, like girls in some anime shows. “More commonly, the term 'catfight' is used as a slang term for an altercation… usually physical…between two women.”
“Amen,” Kurz mouthed, rubbing his hands together. He locked his hands behind his head and leaned back against a steely wall.
Tessa and Kaname turned to look at one another. They both immediately looked down at their feet. The nature of their behavior sounded even worse when someone spoke about it.
“In anime, manga, and movies, cat fights are stereotyped as involving slapping, scratching, hair-pulling, and sometimes biting… but, not usually punching or kicking….” Sousuke rubbed his chin, remembering something he had read on the internet after he had overheard Kurz praying for a real life catfight. “It can also be used to describe two human females insulting one another verbally, or being unpleasant to one another. I am certain that the two of you can see what I am referring to.”
Tessa nodded. Kaname looked over at Sousuke, not knowing if she should feel sheepish about her behavior, or angry at the fact that a certain baka saw fit to lecture her. He was hardly Mr. Socially Adept.
Far from it!
Sousuke had the two girls where he wanted them, emotionally speaking. Of course, being who he was, he didn’t know that. He should have stopped while he was ahead. An analogy in his terms would have helped him see the error of his ways: a scout, sent only to assess the strength of the enemy and return, foolishly decides to engage a numerically superior force, jeopardizing the success he had.
“In cats, aggression is the number two feline behavior problem reported to behaviorists….” Sousuke nodded his head, as if he were some kind of cat sage. “…Second only to inappropriate elimination….” He didn’t notice how Tessa’s eyes went very wide, and how Kaname’s quickly narrowed. The topic of feline bodily functions was only slightly less inflammatory than calling out their childish behavior. “Cats show several different types of aggression including status-related or dominance aggression; fear aggression; territorial aggression; and redirected aggression.” After ticking off points on his fingers, he tried to give both girls a stern look, adding “You two are not cats.” By that he meant ‘so you should be able to control your actions better than small furry animals.’
“That’s what you think,” Mao whispered under her breath, chuckling, eyeing the younger women. If the two had tails, they would be twitching violently, or sticking straight out.
“”It was not pleasant, hearing the things that I heard.” Sousuke met Kaname’s eyes without flinching. After a moment, she nodded and began twiddling her fingers. That was unlike her. “Especially since my name was mentioned repeatedly without provocation. But, at least things did not progress to… what I mean to say is….” He stopped to clear his throat.
“Sousuke?” Kurz raised one eyebrow. “Cat got your tongue?” That bad pun earned him a knee in the groin from Mao. He folded up like a cot, but fought to focus on Sousuke and the conversation as best he could. Pain or no pain, he didn’t want to miss the fireworks display he knew must be coming. Kurz prided himself in being a ‘trouble barometer.’
“Negative,” Sousuke answered. “It is not a problem. I will continue.” He straightened up unconsciously. “Many catfights in fictional situations end with at least one of the participants missing several articles of clothing. Cat fighting is also a popular subject amongst pornographic films, depicting multiple women in sexually suggestive and combative situations.” He cleared his throat again. “All I am saying is we are fortunate that things didn’t progress that far.”
“Heh heh heh hehhh-hh-h…” Kurz smiled. “Speak for yourself, Sousuke my boy.” He struck one of his model poses, much like the ones that had graced the cover of TAG magazine. “I wish you had waited until they were tearing off each others clothes before you let them see you.” A stray whistle came from a passing sailor. It was obvious that Kurz wasn’t the only one holding that view.
Tessa turned bright red, imagining what that would be like. Looking over at Kaname, she saw the other girl wasn’t looking at the lanky blonde pilot. She was glowering at Sousuke.
“Is that what you thought we might end up doing, Mister?” Kaname stepped over to stare up at Sousuke’s face. “You thought we might put on some kind of show for you? Pervert!” She stepped hard on his toes.
“N-N-N-…” Sousuke winced. That was painful! “…Negative. I received word that the two of you were fighting again. I thought that such behavior was unseemly, and could do nothing to build good morale.”
“Why do guys like cat fights, anyway?” One woman asked truly looking puzzled. She was speaking to another female crewmate. The two of them had stopped to see what all of the fuss was about.
“Because men think if women are grabbing and clawing at each other, there's a chance they might somehow kiss.” One engineer thought he would win a round of laughter and applause from his buddies, quoting something he had heard in a Seinfeld episode. He got a number of nasty stares from the ladies present. They wouldn‘t be talking to him again, any time soon.
“No,” another arriving guy said, braving the looks that the ladies gave him. “Men enjoy these little brawls for the same reason they like women’s tennis.” He smiled. “The grunting and the sweating are exciting.” He brought his fingers to his lips and made a gesture. “It just is. We can’t help it….” That set off a growing discussion among the reforming crowd.
“Exactly! Couldn’t say it any better myself,” Kurz said. “I used to think that girls were sugar and spice and everything nice.” He chuckled lewdly. “I’m always glad to be proven wrong.”
“So Sergeant Smart Guy….” Kaname’s righteous indignation had chased away the remainder of her embarrassment and culpability for the moment. “Let’s here you answer that question.” She ignored Tessa’s ‘You of all people should know better than to keep him talking’ look while frantically waving her hands. “And you better not say anything stupid like those other guys did!”
“I have not had sufficient time to research that aspect of catfights, yet.” Sousuke spoke in a matter-of-fact fashion. “Having heard others suggest that the growing altercations between you and Captain Testarossa might soon develop into just such a skirmish, I first sought information on the subject in general.”
“I loaned him some video-tapes,” Kurz offered helpfully, fighting hard to look innocent. “Some really sexxx-xx-xy ones. Maybe you want to see some of them with him. Heh heh heh….” He stepped further away from Mao. “In my favorite, one of the girls looks like Lieutenant Babe here.” He hooked a thumb in Melissa’s direction before scrambling further out f reach. “If Kaname turns you down, you could always ask Tessa. Oh yeh!” While he didn't know that the term 'redirected agression' referred to a form of aggressive behavior where a household cat will attack the nearest object when excessively stimulated by some other object, he had a very good grasp on the concept as it applied to Sousuke and the two girls.
“Wh-… Wh-… What?!” Tessa looked offended at first. Then, a far-away look on her face, she began fantasizing just what such a situation might be like. Naturally, Kaname caught sight of that look and clenched her teeth.
“I wish someone would put him out of my misery,” Kaname said with a hand on her forehead while referring to the blonde irritant.
“I never watched those videos,” Sousuke admitted, more out of his general need to be factual rather than any desire to placate a grumpy-looking Kaname. “My initial information came from Wikipedia, through Google.” He had been surprised to find that Mithril personnel were secretly behind the creation of both of those internet phenomena. The money from the two companies' stock helped pay much of the organization’s bills stemming from rebuilding and restructuring. “As I understand it, the love of catfights has led to the rise in popularity of women in prison films….”
“They’d look hot in stripes!” Kurz ducked behind one unlucky sailor who took Mao’s drink container in the face instead of him.
“...Roller derby….” Souske was interrupted again.
“Sweee-eee-ee-et!” Kurz clapped his hands together loudly. “Hey, Sousuke. Has Kaname rolled your derby yet?”
“Uhhh….” Sousuke coughed. “Negative. I will continue. World Wrestling Entertainment women's wrestling is an offshoot of the craze I was discussing. And….”
“In this corner, we have the Platinum Bombshell, Captain Teletha Testarossa, super smart and weighing next to nothing.” Kurz sounded like a famous and popular fight announcer. “And in this corner, we have the Bi-Polar Blue Bullet, Miss Kaname Chidori, very athletic and wearing next to nothing.” Kurz grinned a big grin, feeling like he was a true master of ceremonies. He didn’t hear the footsteps behind him.
“I see. A most commendable rendition, Sgt. Major Weber.” Commander Mardukas had just then arrived on the scene, headed for the command area, where he had expected to find the Captain. “It’s heart-warming to see the level of respect you have for your commanding officer and for our guest.” Even though Kurz was the target of that reprimand, it was Sousuke who began sweating the most. Mardukas still had that effect on him.
“I was merely using the power of laughter to defuse the situation, Sir.” Kurz knew there really wasn’t much that Mardukas would do to him. “I bravely volunteered to be a common enemy, so that the two combatants would forget about each other and join together in peace and harmony to confront a greater foe.” He kept a straight face when Mao swore under her breath and hung her head.
“I see.” Mardukas remained as stone-faced as always, barely managing to keep a look of disgust from decorating his features. “And… Sergeant Major Sagara… it seems you do indeed have some knowledge outside of military matters.” That was a subtle and sarcastic dig. He still felt personally affronted anytime the Captain showed him one of Sousuke’s high school transcripts. “Please. Don’t mind me. Continue….” This would give him ample opportunity to see if his young subordinate had shone any improvement in judgment.
“Sir! Yes, Sir!” Sousuke fought the urge to salute. His perspiration increased. “You will appreciate the military connection, Sir! ‘Catfight’ was a new word created from the words ‘cat’ and ‘fight.’ It was formed as analogism to the existing word ‘dog-fight’.” He relaxed his stance some, sounding as if he were quoting things from a manual or mission plan. “As you know... a dog-fight is aerial combat between fighter aircrafts….”
“Big jerk,” Kaname said. “I knew he had to throw something military in there.” That was just for show. While she still wasn’t fond of that tendency, she knew it was and always would be a part of the man she loved. By the same fashion, it was her tendency to control, complain, and coerce.
“As such, the dog-fighting that I am speaking of is different from the canine battles held in rural areas of some countries,” Sousuke offered as a means of clarification. “Despite my efforts, I do not have an historical reference for the term ‘dog fight.’ I do know however, that dog-fighting emerged the first World War. Aircraft were initially used simply as mobile observation vehicles, and early pilots gave no thought to aerial combat. It was common for enemy pilots to simply exchange waves of the hand. But, more intrepid pilots decided to interfere with enemy reconnaissance by any means available, including throwing bricks, grenades and sometimes rope, which they hoped would entangle the enemy plane's propeller. This progressed to pilots firing hand-held guns at enemy planes.”
Mardukas nodded his heads. He was a fond fan of all things historic. He had a special fondness for any war or battle involving the United Kingdom. As one might expect, neither Kaname nor Tessa were cut from the same cloth.
“Once combat designers and mechanics mounted machine guns on aircraft... either in a turret or higher on the wings of the early biplanes... the era of air combat began.” Sousuke had miraculously forgotten why he started talking in the first place. That had Melissa looking at him with a fond smile. He truly was one-of-a-kind. “The Germans acquired early air superiority due to the invention of synchronization gear. Furthermore, during the first part of the war, there was no established tactical doctrine for air-to-air combat. Oswald Boelcke was the first to analyze the tactics of aerial warfare. Many of his concepts are still applicable today, including use of sun and altitude, surprise attack, and turning to meet a threat. It-”
“AHEM!”Commander Mardukas had seen Tessa wringing her hands, not wanting to interrupt Sousuke and risk his being upset with her. Always looking to help the diminutive young woman as best he could, he acted to short-circuit the young man’s circuitous words. “You’re thoughts have gone off course, Sgt. Major Sagara.” His eyes clearly said ‘again.’ "Perhaps I should purchase a compass for you..."
“I apologize.” Sousuke stood taller. “Dog-fights. Where the name came from. I should finish addressing that. Having seen fights between stray dogs when I was a child, I can provide a comparison that makes sense. Dogs chase each other’s tails. One moment they are up. The next, and they are down. They roll around. Because the aircraft speeds were less then 100 mph, the fighters remained in close proximity during a fight, and to an observer on the ground the similarity to a fight between dogs would come easily.”
“Sousuke…enough with the military mumbo jumbo..."” Kaname had heard more than enough. Her anger at Tessa had all but vanished. She had her guns set on a figurative observation balloon with Sousuke’s face on it.
“Nowadays, with the speeds and armaments of jet aircraft, most engagement is spread over miles." Souske was on auto-pilot in a figurative sense. There's a good chance that he didn't even hear Kaname's admonition. "As such, the term dogfight may not be as appropriate. However, it is still used. In a tactical sense, prior to the Vietnam War, and due to the development of missiles, it was thought that the dogfight become a thing of the past. The primary U.S. fighter of that day...the F4 Phantom... was designed without guns.”
”Honey….” Kurz risked death or painful dismemberment, reaching out to put an arm around Mao in mock fashion. “...Our boy had grown up. He’s become a fine otaku.”
“At least he’s good at something,” Mao remarked, knocking off the arm. “Unlike someone else I know….”
“Babe… that hurts….” Kurz sniffed and rubbed at one eye, enjoying the traditional banter with his team leader.
“It is possible for a pilot to get a missile ‘lock on’ at night... in the clouds...and miles before he can see his enemy.” Souske was on a verbal rampage. He had gotten more and more into that habit after returning from his perilous quest to find Kaname. At first, Kaname had been gratified to hear him open up more and more. But, when he had felt that he had told her enough about his adventures, and about his early life, his newfound garrulous tongue began espousing military topics again. “However, the rules of engagement as applied in that conflict in Vietnam required that the pilot have visual identification before he could fire missiles. In many instances, pilots of the American aircraft didn't get a visual until they were too close to fire a missile, taking away the advantage of surprise and the advantage of high tech armaments. So a gun was designed for the F4 and the dogfight was reborn. Modern day fighters have guns and missiles, and the dogfight is an integral part of fighter pilot training. I am certain that any of the pilots onboard could….”
“AHEM!!!” Mardukas was even louder this time. “I believe you started off talking about catfights, not dog-fighting, missle-lock, or past regional conflicts in the Asian sub-continent. Perhaps you should return to your task.”
“It might have been better if Sousuke's talking had him forgetting that topic,” Tessa offered, rubbing her fingers together. That had Mardukas looking somewhat sheepish, a site few of them had every seen before. But, in actuality, it was Tessa herself who missed the most golden of golden opportunities. She could simply have ordered Sousuke to let the subject drop. He would have done so immediately and without any qualms.
Kaname, in the old days, would have put an end to things in quick and demonstrative fashion. But, in the here and now, she had given up striking her favorite soldier with the trusty paper fan. That didn’t mean she never felt the urge, however. A ‘phantom limb’ is the sensation that an amputated or missing body part is still attached to the body, and is moving appropriately with other limbs. More than half of amputees experience these sensations. In similar fashion, the blue-haired girl was experiencing ‘phantom halisen.’
“I… yes… my apologies….” Mardukas said. He flexed his fingers, looking at Sousuke out of the corner of his eyes. “You are correct, Madame Captain.”
The words ‘perhaps you should return to your task ’ rang in Sousuke's ears like the sound of an 18 inch gun firing at close range. That suggestion, coming from the Commander, was enough to freeze his synapses and to lock him onto a single path of action. “Returning to my mission, Sir!” Eyes locked forward, he didn’t see Mardukas give him a curt ‘end report’ hand gesture. “On popular television, catfights are often seen on Soap Operas, much like the type that I witnessed Commander Mardukas watching when I accidentally walked into the wrong ready room.”
“I….” Mardukas spread his hands wide as if to deny the truth, and then let his arms drop. He began thinking of new chores to add to the duty roster. He knew to whom he would assign them.
“Catfights, real or strategically faked, have become a hallmark of The Jerry Springer Show talk show.” Sousuke looked over at Tessa, who had a deer-in-the-headlights ‘He’s not going to say what I think he is, is he’ look. “Captain Testarossa seems to be quite fond of that program.” That had Kurz looking as if he had found a huge gold nugget while panning in a stream.
“But….” Tessa looked like she wanted to turn into a liquid and seep through the cracks in the floor. Her pride took an even bigger hit when she saw the look in Kaname’s eyes.
“Racy beer commercials have raised the profile of catfights in recent pop culture.” Sousuke plowed ever onward, unaware of the embarrassment he was leaving in his wake, or the ‘Rain Checks’ for punishment he was accruing. “Comedy movies have staged similar scenes that are meant to be both titillating and a parody of titillation.” He was obviously quoting the text he had read.
“Don’t say it,” Melissa warned Kurz. She correctly surmised that her fellow team member was going to say something like ‘Sousuke said tit’ in best Bevis and Butthead or South Park fashion.
“Catfights show up on animated sitcoms. They are very popular on YouTube.” Sousuke nodded his head. He knew about that website. Many of his gladitorial A-S fights had shown up there, thanks to one of the technicians on Nami's staff. “They have also been commemorated in song.” That started Kurz humming ‘Girl Fight Tonight!’ by Julie Brown. “There are several distributors of catfight videos on DVD or as downloads from the internet. Most of those videos feature women who are topless or completely nude.”
“Sousuke….” Kaname began tapping her toes against the steel flooring.
“The fights are carried out in improvised boxing rings... out in nature... in gyms... or in apartments.” Sousuke looked straight ahead, so as to keep from seeing Mardukas’ visage. If he had spied that face, he would have noticed a look of exasperation and disbelief, as the Commander struggled to puzzle out how a young man who was so adept at picking out signs of danger during combat could miss the obvious warning signs coming from Miss Chidori. “Just like the so-called Foxy Boxing, these catfights appear to be more an erotic entertainment than real fights.”
“Sous-kaaaa-aa-ay….” Kaname’s one food was beating out a staccato rhythm now.
“Indeed, it is nothing like real combat, even though the ancient Greeks once fought naked in the arena.” Sousuke rambled on, oblivious to the looks on everyone but Commander Mardukas. Perhaps his verbal onslaught was akin to anything he considered a mission. Other than that time in Hong Kong, where Kaname had brought him back to his old self in a rather quick and painful manner, he never considered pulling up short during an assignment. “Techniques of beating and kicking that can cause pain to the opponent are often merely faked and not really carried out. Sometimes it is the goal of the fight to rip the clothing off the opponent from the start, or to simply rip off the last remaining garment such as a… uhhh-hh-h… slip or… uhhh-hh-h… thong”. Sousuke coughed twice to clear his throat. “For nude catfighting sometimes the participants cover their bodies with baby oil. This is for erotic effect. I do not think that there is any similarity to the Turkish Yagli Gures, where barefoot athletes compete oiled up and stripped to the waist in a style that can be traced back to the Janissaries, a group of elite body guards to the Imperial Sultans. They-“ He was cut off.
“S-O-U-S-U-K-E-!” Kaname’s eyes flashed as she stomped her foot. She knew how she sounded, over-reacting that way in front of everyone. But, she couldn’t help herself.
“Kaname?” Sousuke cocked his head, looking over at his girlfriend. He then glanced down at his feet, feeling a bit chastened. As clueless as he might still be, he had begun to see himself through other people’s eyes. He was making progress, but there was a long way to go.
“Sergeant Major Sagara,” Mardukas started off saying, his voice as cold and unyielding as the armor on the newest Arm Slaves sitting in the Da Danaan’s launch bay. “Was this really what you wanted to tell your Captain and our guest when you first spoke up?” It was a rhetorical question. But, he knew it was never wise to assume anything about the young scar-faced soldier.
“Sir, no Sir!” Sousuke began sweating heavily again, soon resembling a human Niagra Falls, much the same way he did that first time Kaname ever lay eyes on a towel-wrapped Tessa. “I was merely doing my best to answer Miss Chidori’s query into the popularity of catfights. With sufficient information, someone as clever as her should be able to arrive at the conclusion on her own, Sir!”
“Sometimes, I don’t envy you,” Tessa admitted to Kaname. The other girl simply sighed.
“I apologize! I should switch over to my main objective,” Sousuke put in quickly. “I spoke with a number of Mithril counselors by radio.” By that, he meant combat psychologists and general psychiatrists. “I discussed the issue with each of them, looking for insight.”
“You better not have mentioned my name,” Kaname growled.
“Or mine either!” Tessa looked embarrassed, thinking that her name might be bandied about in that fashion. She came from a family that kept its ‘dirty laundry’ to itself.
“Yes… well… to continue….” Sousuke coughed again, resuming his report.