The Ark's Idol

by aloliindisguise

Summary:

It’s a CRIME There isn’t any cummander x Syuen fics (or atleast none I can find) when she is LITERALLY the best girl so I MUST rectify this sin against the shift up lords above.

Chapter 1

Summary:

Total Syuen love

Notes:

Small re-write as the first version had so many errors it physically hurt reading it

 

August the first. A radiant orange bled through distant mountains signifying yet another day. The morning toll of the new month was felt by the many Nikkes upon the surface station during the expedition, mass produced or not. 

 

Women of the Counters and Matis squad present on this exercise mewled at the sudden light stinging their already sensitive eyes, few Nikkes only now emerging while others wordlessly finished their assigned task (chores).

 

Taking residence in a dilapidated mansion, the old, rotten wonder seemed to have seen better days, the sizable roof once able to fend even the harshest of elements had faltered against its never ending battle, the branches of nearby foliage seen seeding throughout the structure’s windows.

 

Addressing the elephant in the room, you might be wondering why the squad of the Ark’s greatest and most proclaimed defenders/heroes (copyrighted by you know who) were up on the surface with the Bumpkins called ‘Counters’ of all Nikke squads...

 

Well, this was, surprisingly enough, mainly due to a small miscommunication on Deputy Chief Anderson and CEO Syuen’s end on the times the varying squads of Nikkes were to defend and restore the mansion in question.

 

With its close proximity to the outpost as noted by the Counters’ Commander, Anderson figured it wouldn’t hurt to have minor bases scattered here and there about the place should the worst come to pass. Naturally, the swift re-construct of the building was approved….the first and only real issue was made blindingly apparent once the conversation of which CEO hailing from the big three would be backing such a PR baptism; those being none other than the ‘Ark’s pride and joy’ and Ingrid….

 

No matter how many times she heard the title, Rapi still shivered at it.

 

The short dispute was mainly between Missilis and Elysion as Mustang had other, better , things to do. (Designing even skimpier battle-dresses for his Nikkes).

 

Getting back on track, this oversight occurred once the announcement of the mission was made public as Syuen preemptively decided to take the initiative, instructing the squad of the Ark’s greatest and most proclaimed defenders/heroes to go out and lead the construction effort representing the might that was Missilis Technologies!

 

…Maxwell was already feeling a migraine forming. 

 

As no party outside Missilis had decided to openly allocate personnel upon the surface, imagine the surprise that morphed the petite CEO’s features hearing Drake report that the Counter squad was also at the mansion.

 

“Is the smell getting to anyone else or is it me?” A mass produced Nikke asked herself tiredly, her partner a ways away humming to the question flickering her cig elsewhere. “I smell what you mean. Almost smells like you after a septic tank day.” Snickering at her friend’s expense, the smg wielding Nikke rolled her eyes at her words.

 

“No smoking in the building you two! What if the worst happens and a fire breaks out?!” An unmistakably chirpich voice calls out, seeing both women go rigid on instinct.

 

“A-apologises Ms Laplace! It won’t happen again!” “I didn’t even do anything…” Nodding proudly, the leader of Matis casually dropped the steel beam she brought, dusting the building layer of dust off her gloves with a brilliant smile. 

 

“I’ll take your word for it….where’s birdie by the way?” Questioning her partner through her mask, the second in command of Matis hummed in frustration; eyes stinging staring at blueprints.

 

“Outside helping with material placements- didn’t you already ask me this?” 

 

Mentally calculating the estimated cost for plumbing, Maxwell leant against her chair in discomfort, “Why’re you even asking? Planning to bother him or something?” 

 

Letting her question sit, Laplace thought it over, Maxwell clearly able to see the gears in her mind trying to spin, “Nah, I was just wondering since he’s the type to be helping with this stuff, Y’know, being ma sidekick nd’ all.” Gesturing to the materials brought to renovate the mansion, Maxwell stared for a long time at Matis’ leader, inwardly wondering if common sense wasn’t so common with her squad.

 

“....These are 2 ton steel beams Laplace…Cutie can’t even budge one of these, how would he lift them?”

 

Grinning brilliantly, the shorter heroine struck her signature pose, missing Maxwell’s slight groan regretting her decision to ask such a question, “Becaaaaaaaause anything is possible when you believe in yourself my dear heroine! If the situation called for it, I bet we all could lift this house and hurl it over our heads!” Basking in her exclaim, Maxwell chuckled at the sight, unable to find within herself the will to chastise her passionate leader.

 

Amidst the ambiance of movement and conversations outside the building mansion, the Commander held a light sneeze with his elbow, both Drake and Neon raising their eyebrows at the sight.

 

“It’s nothing. L-like I was saying, if everything goes according to plan we should be done by 9 if not earlier. Everything’s in place for the other squads whenever they arrive….really all that’s left is Maxwell’s designs for electrical and plumbing.” Taking another bite from the breakfast sandwich splendamin, the Commander tapped a nearby Nikke’s shoulder, gesturing for her to bring the boxes of materials she held to the second floor. 

 

“Finally! We’ve been at this since we got here!” Drake mewled from her seat, enjoying a parfait she brought, “No-one told you to work all night, you only saw Master doing it and decided to do so as well!” Neon defended. 

 

“Speaking of, are you sure that was a wise move Master? No one would fault you for taking a needed rest. A healthy Master is a strong Master!”

 

Scoffing off her worry, the Commander let his hand nestle atop Neon’s hair, much to her surprise and slight embarrassment, “I’m more than fine Neon. It wouldn’t sit well with me if I allowed everyone to work while I’m off in dreamland.” 

 

“Speak for yourself, I slept like a king! Who knew hardwood floors would feel so comfortable on skin.” Drake chimed. 

 

“You barely helped to begin with! All you did yesterday was eat and sleep!”

 

“Being fair she did carry a majority of the supplies from the outpost to here. I think she earned it…” Stroking his chin, Drake stuck her tongue out to the shorter Nikke who did the same, bringing a slight grin to the Commander’s features.

 

“Though I shouldn’t take all the credit, Rapi did help a fair some too.” Drake breathed.

 

“You aren’t wrong, I tried bringing one or two boxes with me yet she always managed to sneak up on me and take it.” The commander thought back, feeling guilty that he hadn’t been able to do much when it came to transportation.

 

Before he could respond however, the three turned to an approaching set of feet against the gravel, seeing an iDoll Sun model Nikke approach and salute. “Commander, all materials have been delivered and placed in their corresponding areas for the next squad as per your orders….can we finally go home now? A week in this heat isn’t good for my skin.” iDoll Sun reported, not at all hiding her disinterest from the three.

 

“Guess that does it then. Drake, can you relay to everyone inside that we’re finished, and Neon, tell everyone at the guard points we’re heading back, I need to make a call.” Nodding to Sun, the shorter female saluted the Commander once again, already moving to pack the minor belongings she brought.

 

The air still felt humid despite the time. It’s a miracle this forest was preserved the way it is despite the constant carnage the surface sees. The over abundant foliage practically bled into the horizon…

 

It was endless. Even though it was cliche, ‘as far as the eye could see’ wasn’t a bad analogy.  Taking his phone, The commander stepped along the several paths within the green trails, humming every so slightly at the dew still felt within his hair, the high bun she styled it in doing well to retain the water unfortunately...

 

‘Now, the first person I need to call….’ Propping his shoulder against a tree, the Commander let the crisp surface hair melt his worries away, a light breeze felt tugging the ends of his hair… 

 

The surface was beautiful, he often thought.

 

Barely allowing the phone to pass its first ring, Syuen answered with a ire to her tone; it being playful or not was up to interpretation, “What is it dimwit? I’m busy.” 

 

Baloney, she was in her office watching that one show he recommended.

 

“Sure sure. And I can fly so which of us is lying” Hearing a grumble on her end, the light grin came to him.

 

“Boy stop wasting my data! What is it anyways? Are you finished up there yet? ” 

 

“Yeah, heading back in the next hour or two so look forward to it! I know you’ve been missing me and my impeccable almost criminal sense of humor.”

 

“Mhm….You thinking you have a funny bone is what’s actually cracking me up. By all means, don’t let me stop you from believing that.” 

 

Clearing her throat, the Commander wondered if the smaller CEO left her seat, possibly pacing in her office if her sudden silence was an indicator. Was something wrong? 

 

”In case you haven’t noticed, there’s faaar more important things for me to set my mind on, be glad you’re even on that list to begin with, even if you’re at the bottom.” Okay she’s just being herself.

 

She’s probably snickering on her end isn’t she.

 

“Alright Miss idol, whatever you say. I’ll bring something back so look forward to it….if you can fit it in that schedule of yours of course.” Huffing from her end, Syuen leant on the edge of her desk hoping her concern was so painfully obvious through her tone.

 

“Alright! I’ll throw you an olive branch are you happy?! How was your week? I could care less, but I’m free to squeeze this conversation in amidst my busy day.”

 

“And I’ll bite. Nothing happened whatsoever…which is a good thing by all means. Aside from the passing rapture here and there, I was directing and helping with the allocation of materials for your electric shock squad to use. Barely got any sleep during the week.” Correction, he didn’t get any but he doubts she’d care about tha-

 

“What?” Syuen performed some action on the phone he couldn’t discern, “I know I call you dimwit but I didn’t think you’d actually play the part jackass! What if some rapture attacked and you were too sleep deprived to notice the signs? What if some accident happened and a pipe or something shattered your leg because you couldn’t see where you were going all that well?”

 

“You have Matis and those other scrap heaps there for a reason dumbass! Use and replace them when they break! they’re replaceable, you AREN’T !”

 

….He didn’t think she’d get so worked up over him simply not sleeping. She cared about him that much?

 

Still, her bark did have some merit. It really would be dangerous walking about and commanding should a rapture attack happen in a limbo state.

 

”Alright, alright, I hear you. It just felt wrong watching everyone else work around the clock while only giving orders. The first thing we’re doing is catching some sleep together so get your hopes up love, the second I touch that bed I’m crashing.” A long sigh came from her end, letting his imagination think of how she possibly looked at that moment, “Stop laughing you dimwit! And who said you’ll even be allowed in my penthouse, I will shoot you on sight!”

 

“Really? But I like being alive. Can we come to a compromise?”

 

Syuen rolled her eyes (He could tell).

 

“What am I going to do with you? I’m hanging up on you- oh by the way, how’d you like the braids? They aren’t as painful as they were when you left, right?” The commander felt the phantom ache his braid gave, almost forgetting that it brought him to tears when she was styling it the week prior. (she recorded it and is currently using it as blackmail)

 

“No actually. I have to itch it every now and then but it really hasn’t been much of a bother. I keep forgetting how much you like playing in my hair.” Feeling prideful, Syuen puffed her modest chest. A warm feeling eagerly flowing through her, “I am the greatest in everything I do and you should praise me every chance you get but that’s besides the point….just hurry and get back here dimwit. It’s getting harder counting the days.” Syuen mumbled, bringing a small blush to the lover’s features.

 

“Sure. I’ll bring those chocolates you like from that one store. See you soon Suyen, love you.”

 

“.....love you too.”

 

With a click, Syuen’s voice was now but a memory, making a mental note to stop by that one place he keeps forgetting the name of.

 

Taking a breath to settle his beating heart, the commander gave a once over his attire, adjusting his body armor alongside the button up underneath; taking a small second to adjust the Orchid flavored dressing pants he wore. Even though his conversation was going to be over call, he still felt the urge to be presentable.

 

‘I wonder what he does all day…’ Putting in the magic digits, Shifty quickly answered in Anderson’s place, voice light as she recognized the caller Id, “Good morning Commander! I take it you’d like to go straight for the Deputy Chief?” Shifty questioned, her finger already hovering the redirect button.

 

“Morning to you Shifty, I just need to give the deputy chief a small debrief. I’ll write a more detailed report when I’m back in the Outpost.”

 

“Alright, you know the drill commander. Once you hear the second beep the Deputy Chief has received your call and is on the line. Be seeing you commander!” Most likely waving from her end, the Commander heard the first beep of the intermediary knowing that Shifty was off the line.

 

No matter how many years it’s been, he still felt queasy talking to his superior whether in person or on the phone.

 

The second beep came.

 

“Commander? I assume you’ve called to tell me you’re returning to the Ark?” Right on the mark, thankfully it doesn’t seem the convo would take long.

 

“You’d be right Deputy Chief, you can expect my return in an hour and a report shortly after as well.” 

 

“I see, well then don’t let me keep you waiting, head back when you’re able…” Anderson paused, his voice going quiet as his mind likely spun in thought. The Commander waited for him to finish, “Also, could I pick your brain over a hypothetical?” Anderson questioned.

 

‘Why not.’ “Sure, what might be bothering you Deputy Chief?”

 

“Say you had an outing to attend with someone you’ve known your entire life. It feels as if you know this person like the back of your hand yet the thought of messing up what may be your first step into a new relationship weighs on your mind. How would you go about fixing this issue?”

 

…..To say the Commander was taken off guard would be saying Neon only finds fire power ‘neat’. The Commander’s mind short circuited for a while realizing he had his boss waiting hand in palm for a good while now…

 

A sigh left his maw, glad that he was talking to a human and not the role model many Commanders should ‘strive to be’. “Oh…well, tell me about this person Deputy Chief. Is she someone who would jokingly tease you of your flaws or someone who gets your heart racing with her personality? Is she someone who you almost look up to, or someone who stands besides you? 

 

“The latter.” Anderson mentions. It’s as he said, he knew them like the back of his hand.

 

“Well, think of her as an extension of yourself; the part that picks up when you put down. It’s not impossible to say they aren’t nervous as well?”

 

Anderson thought over his answer, the resounding silence could have tricked others of his presence to begin with No ambience within the background, no muffled conversations happening outside…just silence.

 

It was odd seeing someone love such solitude.

 

“It wouldn't be out of the question to think she feels the same way.” Anderson realizes, seeming to have pulled out a note pad if the sound of pencil on paper was anything to go by.

 

“Then be yourself. There’s no doubt you were going to be anyone else, but if the two of you are one and the same there’d be no point putting up a wall. Be a gentleman, bring a gift too.”

 

“Also! don’t forget to have fun….Be sure to look back on this night with fond memories deputy chief. Remind her she’s been the best thing to happen to you in a long while…remind her she’s worth looking forward to when a work week has been rough.” Was he speaking from experience? 

 

The commander didn’t really know. 

 

Hearing a grunt of confirmation, the commander went to end the call before he paused….He might as well take a shot in the dark right? it won’t kill him right? Right?

 

“Also, Give Ingrid my remarks.” It was playful banter, the Commander even made sure to keep his voice light and throw in a laugh at the end if he was wrong- “Sure, I’ll let her know.”

 

Anderson hung up a short while later.

“Holy shit.”

 

……….

 

Stepping past blooming flowers, the Commander’s hands remained light in his pockets, fingers playing with the power button of his phone before returning to the reason he was upon the surface to begin with.

 

Everyone was packed and waiting, A majority of the Nikke doing onceovers of the overnight items they brought. Stepping past the forest’s clearing, the light ambience of conversation was cut short, all members of Matis as well as the majority of Counters seen saluting the Commander upon his return, who playfully bowed in response.

 

“Everyone’s finished packing?” Checking his watch, the Commander took note of the time needed for his inevitable report as well-

 

Drake wore a devilish expression, actually struggling to hold her chuckles to herself. Several giggles managing to escape…

 

Oh no…

 

“Drake…what did you do?” Cackling like a mad woman, the Ark’s true villain finally showed her true colors to the forest, Her masterfully crafted veil of heroism splitterring to show just a glint of the madness hidden within, “It’s your bag! Look at it!”

 

Tossing her Cutie his bag (Maxwell flashed a ‘I tried to talk her out of it’ expression), the sole male rolled his eyes at the Nikke’s theatrics, dramatically unzipping his carry on in a feat of honest curiosity.

 

“Hmm?” Nothing was out of the ordinary…in fact, his bag was packed amazingly. His spare clothes neatly folded in a way that both conserved space and was aesthetically pleasing. The meals he brought for himself and his squad was relabeled in a beautiful handwriting that gave Rapi’s an honest challenge (There were even hearts on the snacks that had his name).

 

Topping it off, his bag also had Drake’s faint apple cider scent to it. Not enough where it would be overwhelming but enough for him to notice it firstly…

 

“She hid your bag last night to do that by the way.” Matis’ engineer chimed in.

 

“EXACTLY! And by doing so I have played with the Commander’s attachment to that. Bag. Specifically ensuring that whenever he uses it next, the time he almost lost it remains in his mind forever!”

 

Laplace was playing rock paper scissors with Neon in the background.

 

“Let’s head back then.” Wearing a friendly smile, the group set off across the grassland; Anis and Neon joining his side after a moment as well.

 

Meeting with Rapi and a few other mass produced Nikke at the entrance of the forest, the group took their time with their return, many seen exchanging snacks while sharing stories and rumors they’ve heard either in the outer ring of in the Ark itself. All in all, it was a nice atmosphere.

 

“You know, if any raptures attacked us we’d be in quite the pickle.” Mumbling to herself from the side, Anis voiced her worry of the utter open space they traversed, the closest thing to cover was a distant tree a bit over the horizon that looked as if it wouldn't have even hid Neon of all Nikkes well.

 

“How? We cleared the general area of all rapture life. How’d you think we went to and from the mansion barely seeing any raptures up close?” Nudging Anis’ headwear, the woman stammered momentarily realizing that she’d voiced her worries aloud.

 

“I’m glad you and the other Nikke’s have noticed. We shouldn’t be as loud as we are out here. It would also be wise to pick up the pace.” Taking a glance behind her, the Commander did well to avoid rapi’s gaze lest he turn to stone…he was glad that none of the worst case scenarios above came to pass as they came upon the gate of the outpost, being let in a moment later.

 

With a few of the mass produced Nikkes and Matis returning back to the Ark, the Commander crawled to his office, he, Anis and Neon climbing the mile long steps before the sliding door for his office opened.

 

All three released sighs of relief feeling the air conditioning caressed their features.

 

“Gonna take a shower?” The Commander questioned, seeing the two nod at the same time, both Nikkes already placing their shoes by the door before retrieving the spare clothing from the bedside draws.The Commander figured they kept popping for the warm water so he might as well just install a few draws for them.

 

“I wasn’t this tired was I?” Collapsing into his chair, the braided man chuckled internally feeling the effects Syuen spoke finally catch up to him.

 

Even then it was of no concert for the moment. He promised a certain someone he’d be sleeping beside them.

 

With an hour passing relatively quickly, the Commander sent his report to his printer, sipping on what might be his fifth coffee for the day...he supposes he’ll need some breath mints after this, opting to file the thought away in his mind for later.

 

Reaching his feet, the taller man left a note on his desk for when the showering Nikkes were finished with whatever they were doing making them take so long in there. It wasn’t like he was going to run out of hot water anytime soon.

 

‘Snacks are in the pantry and drinks are in the mini fridge. There’s some coffee as well if anyone needs it> If Neon is reading this, for the love of all things holy, do NOT let Anis take anymore than 2 snacks and ONE, 1, (ONE) soda from the fridge. 

 

If Anis is reading this and my pantry is already empty, pray to whatever god you believe in that you can run faster than me. I should be back sometime by 3, Rapi already knows.’

 

Moving through the streets of the Ark, the walk to ‘Golden Drizzle’ went like a blur, he talked a bit with both Miranda and Poli before encountering Rupee at the prestigious sweet store, unwillingly being dragged around the store to rant about a little issue she had with finances. 

 

He loosely talked accounting with her for a short while.

 

Getting the chocolates, the Commander also crossed paths with Ein and Zwei who seemed to be window shopping the moment he left. Thankfully, they didn’t keep him long, the emergence of Rupee unintentionally saving him as her mega fan almost dive bombed the poor Nikke, much to her and Zwei’s embarrassment.

 

Thankfully again, the walk to Missilis wasn’t as eventful as the chocolate run, and in 4 or so minutes, the Commander made it Missilis HQ, meeting the Nikke at the desk with a friendly smile to his features. “Good afternoon Commander, what may be your visit at Missilis industries be about today?”

 

“I have a meeting with Syuen to report my time temporarily leading Matis as their Commander.” This technically wasn’t a lie, though it simply wasn’t why he was there.

 

Typing away at her keyboard, the blue haired Nikke gave a look of realization, finishing her series of clicks a while later, “I see, she’s personally allocated for you to be her 9 am to 5 pm. You know where the elevator is Commander, be seeing you~”

 

Paying no mind to how the Nikke ended her sentence, the Commander’s feet almost dragged itself to the lobby before seeing the up button…He needed some sleep.

 

….

 

….It was an odd sight to say the least. She didn’t like that she was basically attached to the little prick like a dog on a leash, but because of this, Rian has seen and heard many things that would grant the average Nikke an immediate memory wipe. 

 

As such, Rian had always been able to read the Syuenlike a book…..which made this particular Friday odd because she knew Syuen had no meetings until 5 Tomorrow.

 

With a tablet by her waist, Rian watched as the shorter woman scrambled across the penthouse, looking as if her body was on fire with how she swapped outfits every other minute. She’s showered thrice and had re-done her hair….‘Why is she prettying herself up? Is she going out?’ What warranted her being so indecisive when she usually wore her signature look?

 

“Rian, how is it? Does this dress scream ‘beauty’ or does it whisper ‘elegance’?” Bringing her back to the realm of the living, Rian soaked in the light violet dress she wore exposing her neck down to her cleavage in a ‘U’ shape and a bit of her upper thigh on either side.

 

“It’s…quite good actually. Are you gonna tell me where you’re going now?” Seeing the woman roll her eyes, Rian figured her wishes would remain unfulfilled for the time being, helping Syuen pick up and return the piles of clothes to their rightful place.

 

Debating whether she should, Syuen shrugged a moment later, “....Well, I see no harm in telling you I guess.” Raising a brow at her words, Syuen left the living room of the penthouse, her socked feet returning a moment later with her phone in hand as she diligently shifted through whatever it was she was doing.

 

“Here.” Taking the phone from her hands, Rian read the messages between Syuen and someone on Blabla called ‘Dimwit’ with a heart emoji.

 

“Got the chocs, on the way”- Dimwit

 

“Be lucky I entertain your stupid ideas.”

 

“Oh for real? Guess I’ll head back and eat these on my own. I even got the last of Golden Drizzle’s ‘Luxure~’ flavour. A shame we can’t share.”- Dimwit

 

“I will personally see to it that your body won’t be recovered after I throw you to the raptures.”

 

“OMW!”- Dimwit

 

It didn’t take two and two to figure things out.

 

“Wow…uhm…congrats?” Who knew Syuen could pull…anyone for that matter.

 

“Yeah….I got lucky. I still don’t know how he puts up with me.” Never had she seen the CEO of Missilis so unlike herself…now she was definitely interested in who this ‘Dimwit’ character is. To be able to evoke such a change in Syuen of all humans…this man must have been a force of nature.

 

What if he was short like Syuen. Now that would be funny.

 

As if on cue, the two heard the elevator at the hall chime softly, the arrival of the hopeful guest of honor sending shivers down the spines of both Syuen and Rian, the latter not exactly sure why she felt nervous all of a sudden. From what she could hear, his steps were light on the carpet, direct in their approach with little meandering to be felt. He knew where he was going.

 

As his steps came to a stop before the door, Syuen finally seemed to regain the life that momentarily left her, almost slipping as she bolted back to the kitchen, leaving a trapped and betrayed Rian in her wake, the Nikke wondering what had suddenly gotten into the CEO.

 

With the door sliding open, Rian came face to face with a surprised Commander who was gingerly holding onto a box of chocolates as well as a keycard.

 

Rian’s eyes widened.

 

The Commander almost went to laugh.

 

Syuen came in with a tray of cheesy lasagna.

 

Clearing her throat, Syuen firstly placed the tray of food on the nearby dining table, then placed her attention to the Nikke beside her, looking as if she was about to explode.

 

“Rian, don’t let anyone disturb us. If they do, shoot them in the foot.” Nodding dumbly, Rian took her leave not a second later, her heels clicking along the marble floors looking as if she had more questions than answers, none of which would be answered for the time being…

 

“What was that about?” the Commander asked.

 

“Nothing to worry about. Onto more pressing matters however, why didn’t you tell me you were coming up?!” Snapping at the poor man, instead of making up whatever reason he needed to make up, the Commander instead held Syuen by her waist, immediately taking the woman off guard at the sudden warmth, squishing the short woman against him. 

 

Stammering a bit as the Commander pressed himself against her, Syuen’s face burned as her heart rate went up a mile, feeling almost every part of her body vibrate at just his touch alone…

 

I didn’t help that the Commander had yet to shower as well…

 

“W-w-w-wah?! C-c-honey….?” Her heart couldn’t take this. He held onto her so tight her nose was practically buried in the ridge of his shoulder…He had such a strong scent too…

 

Would it be wrong to have a taste?

 

Before she could reach her toes, the Commander pulled back, barely able to take the woman from her trance like state. It didn’t help that she could feel it on her lower stomach…were they gonna do it on the table of all places?

 

With anticipation on the ends of her mind, Syuen’s glossed eyes slowly met the brown irises of the Commander’s, seeing that aside from his minor blush as well, he’d seemingly placed one of her chocolates on his lips some time ago.

 

Who was she to refuse such an invitation?

 

“Dimwit.” Syuen tipped upwards. His lips were soft yet malleable, it had the faint trace of caramel on them as the chocolates had yet to melt. Handling her as if she were precious, the Commander brushed a blade of hair from her features, trailing his fingers from her ear lobe to her jaw.

 

Fully passing her the chocolate, the two slightly parted, beautiful jewels of amethyst stared at him longingly, the need for more present in pricks of tears that formed at the corner of her eyes. Rejoining one another, the sweet caramel danced between the two, none wanting to take the initiative as their tongues brushed against the other.

 

Having the last taste of the caramel, Syuen couldn’t take it anymore, reaching even farther on her feet as her tongue fully danced with the Commander’s still tasting the lingering sweetness the caramel provided as her hands now fully wrapped around his neck, closing what little distance that was between the two…

 

She still felt it poking against her stomach…the urge to remove her top was growing the more they were locked like this. The two were almost glued together, with the Commander’s arms wrapped around her waist, there was no more distance to close….biting the Commander’s lower lip as his hand reached even lower, the two separated once more, bits of sweat trailing from their jaws as they breaths batted against the other…

 

‘She/he smells nice…..’

 

Still locked in the other’s arms, the two somewhat regained their composure, subtly swallowing what the other left on their tongues before breaking away, their fingers soon finding their way into the other’s hand..

 

“That dress looks nice on you.” The Commander comments, playfully twisting Syuen’s ring finger.

 

“.....you look good in lavender I guess….” Syuen finishes, her finger playing with the braid hanging off the commander’s features.

 

“You said you wanted to sleep right?” Nodding at her question, Syuen snapped her fingers a second later, the mechanism within the table wrapping and bringing the lasagna down into its depths before the table took its natural shape once more.

 

“Wanna just head to bed?” Tugging at his eye framing braid, the commander wasted not a second more before leading Syuen to the other room.

 

It’s 11 in the morning, what the FUCK are they doing?!

Good god I fucking love Syuen. 

Notes:

Lemme know if yall fw this or not. I'm still gonna write it regardless. Open to suggestions

Chapter 2: F-f-f-freaking On A Friday Night Yuh!

Notes:

Just a part two of Cummander/Syuen. It takes alot for me to write consistently so don’t expect this to become a regular thing as I am CRIMINALLY neglecting a dragon ball fic I have on Wattpad lmao. I get the feeling that a ‘soft’ Syuen would be too far out her character so I won’t be going that route…for now. Soon gonna get ‘freaky’ with Syuen tho.

With an impatient wave, Syuen’s room slid open, the bodies of the two slipping past its frame a moment later. Syuen couldn't help the sigh that left her lips, her fingers unknowingly tightening their hold around the Commander’s.

Every part of her felt sensitive, even as her body burned, she still refused to show just how badly a single kiss by that dimwit affected her…she couldn’t allow him to see just how badly she needed him at the moment.

Damn that Anderson and his constant missions! Because of him, she had to go almost a week of unplanned abstinence! She knew the Commander usually had the weekends to himself so she planned to take it slow, to make him yearn for her just as much if not more than how she needed him. Tease the poor Commander by touch and compliments, let him get his hopes up only to have him take her in the most passionate way.

She knew the man could only take so much before he snapped, Oh how she hated the way it felt being under him ... .to think, someone as refined and important as her seen taken and cared for in the most intimate way, no she didn't fantasize about it for the entire week!

But how could a single kiss throw her entire 370,000 credit plan out the window?

Besides the point, “Well? Are you bringing us to the bed, or do you want me to do all the work?” Fight! Do not allow yourself to show just how much you need him to touch you!

Sheepish in nature, the raven haired Commander chuckled internally, locking his fingers within Syuen’s whilst his feet moved to the queen sized mattress, “Want me to change your clothes as well? Seeing as your arms and legs clearly aren’t working.” Rolling her eyes at his poor excuse at a joke, Syuen lagged by the slightest bit behind the Commander, allowing her fingers to roam the ends of his hand.

God he made her look short, his hands oddly warm in her touch. Maybe it was what being in his line of profession demanded, but Syuen was glad for it; it always felt amazing whenever they cuddled together.

Plopping himself on the springy mattress with a sigh, Syuen peeked at the seated Commander, feeling another sigh slipping her as his gaze remained solely on her…He was smiling again wasn’t he? The Commander grinned brightened (damn him!) at the expression the CEO wore, her gaze both ‘indifferent’ and expectant, her thumb now circling his palm. “You know I meant what I said right?” Pulling her towards his parted legs, Syuen rolled her eyes, allowing him to continue whatever it was he planned.

“And what would that be? As much as you like to talk, I tend to filter out useless drivel. Do you want to run a refresher?” Resting her knees atop the mattress, the Commander guided Syuen atop his lap, not missing the growing heat both from her features and her lower areas, still ignoring just how flushed she was…

“This dress suits you perfectly, Your foundation is spot on and your lips are shining. They’re sweet, not like the brands you’ve used the last time.” Bringing a thumb to Syuen’s chin, the Commander took notice of every detail upon the flushed woman’s features. Her lips were a beautifully natural red, it still felt like honey no matter how many times they’d kissed before ….every time he so much as glances at her, his heart still aches like it was the first. 

Even now, he still couldn’t believe this domineering force of the Ark was so willing to please him, even behind her veil of indifference. Both his heart and body were burning, still embarrassed to say that he was looking forward to this meet the entire week.

Letting his thumb lightly tug at the ends of her parted lips, Syuen still had that look to her, the one that caught the Commander’s breath in his throat. Letting her arms drape around his neck, Syuen bent back to match the man’s level, her eyes never once breaking away from his tired Umbers.

“What will I do with you Commander? you’re getting quite bold with those words of yours. Maybe I’ll find some better use for your tongue.” Syuen closed the (albeit little) distance they shared, enjoying the melted caramel that still lingered on him.

Shifting as they kissed, the Commander leant against the headdress of the bed, arms wrapping around the CEO’s lower back pulling her even deeper into his arms, an act Syuen immediately reciprocated, pulling back only slightly, before mercilessly attacking the Commander’s lower lip, much to his mild surprise.

Leaving him without a second to recover, Syuen’s hands slipped into the Commander's button up, her fingers trailing from his abdomen to his sizable chest, and, while it did feel good to squeeze, it wasn’t exactly why her hand was groping his body…

Pulling back from her assault, both Syuen and the Commander took a second to catch their breaths, unfortunately eliciting the slightest chuckle from the taller man.

Furrowing her brows, Syuen huffed at the clear provocation! How dare he!

Using her free hand to cover the taller man’s eyes,Syuen ignored his protests, “I’m sorry~ I can’t help it at times.” Not in any way attempting to remove the petite woman’s hand, the Commander opted to simply allow his beloved to work her magic, letting his head rest against the (you’re never going to believe this) head rest of the bed frame.

The fact her hands still carried the scent of the meal she made was an added bonus too.

Stealing one last kiss from the man’s lips, Syuen went lower, her hips grinding against the Commander’s as her lips soon found their next target. Hearing him lightly gasp, Syuen sucked on the man’s neck with a need, her teeth lightly gnawing on the firm muscles that no doubt laid beneath.

With her hand, Syuen smiled cutely on his neck as her fingers ran over the Commander’s nipple, feeling satisfied by his surprised mewl of apparent pleasure.

“That’s dangerous you know, I found a weak spot~” Humming against his marked neck, Syuen felt her breath hitch as she pulled back, connecting the two with a thin trail of spittle….

It was a good call to cover his eyes.

“....Do you have any idea how long you’ve been making me wait? Come on now, speak up and apologize.” Returning to his parted lips for the final, Syuen stole the smallest pecks from him, pulling back again in waiting for his response…

And she waited….

And waited…

And waited some mo-

Syuen’s shoulders slumped slightly, a frown slowly shadowing her features as a breath of hot air left her lungs, “You wouldn’t dare…this better be another one of your stupid jokes dimwit!” Hesitating for only a moment, Syuen’s fingers fell from the Commander’s eyes to his shoulder, his laid back, silly yet comfortable resting face greeting her frustratingly. 

…He was comfortable wasn’t he? Syuen let her hands roam the man’s chest, the rhythmic drum of his heartbeat eliciting only a sigh from the woman….

Even as he slept, he was still that adorable Commander she’s seen time and time again.

A friendly smile with a handsome face to match it. Syuen sighed once more, lifting her somewhat cramped hips from the resting soldier’s lap, her eyes barely breaking contact with his even if he couldn’t tell, “Be lucky I put up with you and your foolishness.” Reaching the Commander’s side, Syuen let her hand roam the thick bun she styled for her lover, seeing the occasional stray hair peeking from the otherwise neatness of the style...

She should try something new for him shouldn’t she? “Sweet dreams of me Commander…” 

 

…….

He felt light, a strange yet surprisingly familiar feeling to him. As much as he trained himself both on and off the battlefield, he was still a fleshy, mortal human…he must’ve passed out from filing paperwork again, the pile always seeming to grow the more he glanced at it.

He felt warm too, the slight movements of whatever it is he rested on feeling all too familiar to him. He was on one of his Nikke’s laps wasn’t he? It was becoming more and more of a ‘problem’ he found himself to be in every other day. Whether it would be Mary or Emma was up in the air as of this moment.

Perhaps Anis or maybe Rapi? The former likely waiting for him to wake and apologize for wolfing down his pantry (for the 4th time this month by the way) while, however unlikely it may be, the latter possibly wanting to see what the fuss of the simple action was about seeing as she’s never done one before.

…Mary likely would’ve given him another scolding about him neglecting his health the second he woke up.

Well then, the Mount Everest of paperwork was likely calling his name, the faster he got through with it, the more time he had either doing nothing or teasing his cute girlfriend.

Wow, it still sounded so foreign saying that.

Taking the safest route he could think of, the Commander's eye cracked open ever so slightly, fighting away the muddy colours and (thankfully) dimmed lights that burned his retinas. Letting himself re-adjust from the surprisingly deep sleep, the commander felt just how nicely the air conditioning in the room was, also seeing the subtle motions of slender legs laying idle on the apparent bed he slept on.

There was a hand lightly tugging and playing with his braids as well.

‘Oh.’

“Shit…this color pallet is horrible. Would yellow accents work better?” Nibbling on the end of her pen, Syuen frowned at the concept art of the potential Nikke, moving her pen to the ‘colors’ layer of the several poses she’s had the drawing struck, none making the colors synergizing as well as she thought it would.

“The background isn’t so bad, it’s been awhile since I’ve tried drawing some…the bench is a bit shit from this perspective though…” Letting the ends of the Commander’s hair fill the ridges between her fingers, Syuen swiped through the many references held within the tablet, the colors ranging from the sunny backdrops radiating behind a park’s bench drenched in cool oranges, to the cold seaside carrying war vessels, baked in the bitting blue and yellows the sea naturally carried.

A play on the Aegis squad perhaps?

Syuen scrapped the thought, she’d rather go bankrupt than even reference that hag and her Nikkes.

Syuen growled under her breath, practically at her wits end about the design, maybe she could dial Rian for a second opinion…even if she likely wouldn’t listen. “....Tsk, what would the idiot think?” Syuen traced circles in the Commander’s hair, wholly missing the ends of his lip tugging high…

“Try purple and yellow?” 

“Hm?!” Snatching her hand almost instinctively, Syuen jolted at the Commander’s adjustments on her lap, turning to meet the woman eye to eye not missing the cheeky smile he had to his auburn irises.

That damn tick of his…at least he seemed rested enough.

“You have quite the fucking nerve you know. If it were any other day when you pulled that stunt, I might’ve just thrown you to the Outer Rim.” Pressing her index finger on the poor Commander’s forehead, Syuen bent to his level, not intent on easing up her scolding, “You must be hanging around those strippers from 777 often hmm? Feeling quite lucky right?” Snickering from her he laid, Syuen huffed as his laughter only grew, her eyes rolling the back of her skull. Sooner or later though, Commander’s giggles soon died in his throat, the ends of her finger soon scraping against the Commander’s as he slowly laid up, warm hands squeezing her palm whilst his relaxed smile remained, glued to his young features.

“I’m sorry~ Can I make it up to you in any way?” 

Syuen Scoffed, ignoring the fact he was inching closer to her, “Oh nooo, you can’t I’m afraid. Ship’s already left the port, you snooze, you lose, too little too late and whatever idiom out there; I’ve better things to focus my time on as you can see.”

Actually looking to have gotten the hint, the man paused as he digested the petite woman’s rant, humming in mock thought mulling over his next course of action. Peeking at the corner of her eyes, Syuen glanced at the man in intrigue, her stylus tapping the case of her tablet infrequently.

The Commander snapped his fingers, “Well, I know a few ways I can apologize, wanna guess?” Seeing the woman’s head tilt slightly, the Commander allowed a smile to form on his lips, his fingers tracing the ends of the woman’s chin…

The heat returned.

Syuen felt her heart twinge at the familiar act, masking her optimism by her usual veil of indifference, though her reddening features still betrayed her mask. 

She will not yield! “Well? How’re you gonna make it up to me?” Taking the idle pen from the CEO’s off hand, the Commander smiled sweetly, locking their fingers once more. If her body was anything to go by, her slowed, waiting breaths were a good sign of the right direction.

“I love you y'know…” Quickly taking her lips, Syuen froze at the sudden, almost missable remark. What was with him?! He can’t just say that and not allow her to respond! 

Dipping further into her warmth, Syuen couldn’t help but squeeze the man’s palm. He was rather affectionate when it came to his apologies, even now, he was taking her breath away with no room for rebuttal, his scent still muddying her brain as all she could do was reciprocate. Even if her heart was throbbing, borderline aching, even if her body jolted the moments his hand squeezed her chest, Syuen could only reciprocate his clear love for her.

“Mhmm~” Dang, that one slipped from her.

Seemingly encouraged by her slip up, the Commander let his smile slip from her mewl, his tongue wrapping around Syuen’s in a heartbeat, taking the poor woman entirely off guard with his assault.

No more….her heart can’t take it anymore! Whether it was drowning in his scent or him attacking her when she couldn’t even fight back, her mind was short circuiting and she couldn’t fight back!

Reading her mind, the Commander (slow as he may be) broke their kiss, creating a distance between the two only connected by a thin line, her tears instinctively threatening to leave their confines as the two caught their breaths.

“W-wait, m-mercy-” Cutting her off once again, the final act of his most sincere apology soon took root, his lips quickly latching onto Syuen’s exposed neck, her already tired mind jolting awake at the sudden pleasure, unknowingly returning the action moments before.

“Hngh~” Biting her lip, Syuen refused to give the Commander the satisfaction he was looking for, careful in regulating her arousal…How much of her erogenous zones did the Commander know about?

Peppering Syuen’s neck with light kisses, the Commander now truly finished his apology, bringing his hand to wipe Syuen’s tears as she quietly recovered, eying how her breaths matched the slow, uneven rhythms of her chest….

 

She really was adorable.

 

“...Asshole.” Syuen pouted.

“Brat.” The Commander refuted.

“Bitch.” Syuen smirked.

“Honey.” The Commander smiled.

“...love you too.”

“Love you more Syuen.” No one could wipe the goofy smile that clung to the Commander….and Syuen wouldn’t dare try to either.

Still somewhat dazed, Syuen eyed the Commander easing off the bed, his socked feet making contact with the pure Oakwood of her room, “You coming?” Almost surprised as he questioned the woman, Syuen’s head tilted in response, her mind still playing catch up to the situation.

Playfully rolling his eyes for a change of pace, the Commander almost jogged to the other side of the mattress, offering his hand to the suspicious CEO below him.

‘Why not?’ she thought.

Bringing her to her feet, the Commander’s grin could barely contain his emotions, his smile almost as perfect as him in Syuen’s eyes…she couldn’t help but smile in return. Hell, how could she not? 

With their steps nearly synching together, Syuen paused at the wall to her side, seeing her disheveled appearance in the wall converted mirror. Tightening her grip on the Commander’s palm, Syuen brought her free hand to her hair and ties, her purple part hanging just below her nose the exact way the Commander styled it…

Next, her fingers brushed on the fresh mark the Commander placed on her skin, the reddening mark an utter contrast to her almost porcelain complexion…She took pride in her appearance, and in almost one fell swoop, the dimwit ruined her.

She didn’t necessarily hate it.

“Go on ahead, I need to get out of this stupid dress…” Pouting as she spoke, the Commander respected her wishes, pausing by the door frame in what looked to be contemplation, “Pie, custard and cookies, or pasta?”

Syuen turned to him, her brow raising, ‘Was he buying? Who did he take her for?’ “The first. You baking or something?”

The Commander chuckled innocently, “Of course I am! You do want something other than steak right? Or is your Pallet that boring?” With his grin turning smug, Syuen’s mind forgot all about the lingering arousal the Commander had her in, in turn, reaching for the nearest object to her person.

“GET OUT!” Hurling whatever it was she had at the man, the taller ravenette opted to side step the high velocity item, his laugher heard echoing around the penthouse as he made the short journey to the kitchen.

 

“....” Returning back to her tablet, Syuen’s eyes scanned the now colorless Nikke in contrast to the golden rays of the afternoon background…

“Empathy.” That was her name…it felt right leaving her lips. Syuen pondered the passing joke of the Commander…purple and yellow was it? Quickly laying that flats and tones of the colors, Syuen finished the rendering process in a surprising amount of time, seeing that compared to the previous iterations, the color scheme suited the busty Nikke entirely well.

“...Huh...”

 

…….

 

“-Which is why I believe The Black Arc Ranger is a HORRIBLE, self proclaimed ‘hero/protag’, and absolutely RUINED the final arc of the show. SOMEHOW the side characters and their conflicts were better than the main one!” Rei passionately proclaims, animated as she bashed the final season of the beloved franchise.

“....All I asked was if you wanted to head out to see ‘Juice bomb’ with me and Zwei.” Ein comments, her eyes barely leaving her reflection on her phone’s screen.

Rolling her eyes at her friend’s remark, Rei threw a penguin drone at the taller teen, the little device bouncing off the indifferent woman, “To answer your question, why not.” Rei shrugs, “It’s not like I have anything planned later.”

Grinning, Ein already speed dialed the girl in question, the call barely passing the first ring before the line connected, “She agreed! We're still on for 5 right?” Moving in strides, the duo quickly left the school, passing a variety of students who all had their own lives and stories to tell.

“About that…You know how I said the movie starts at 5?” Ein pauses, “....yeah?”

“And you know that show Rei keeps bashing because of its ending?”

“Mhmm….”

“When I was looking up the times for Juice bomb…I typed in Dark Hero byaccidentandgavethewrongtimeI’msorry!” 

Silent for a slight moment, Ein readjusted her bag’s strap on her shoulder, letting a small chuckle slip at the usual perfectionist’s blunder, “You’re fine Zwei, I’m sure we can still make the movie…what time does it start by the way?”

“4:30…”

“Great! Rei, what time is it now?”

Rei checks her penguin, “4:13”

 

“....”

 

“....”

 

“...”

 

“Do we know anyone with a car?” Zwei whispers, the muffled sounds of shuffling heard from her end.

“CALL TEACHER NOW!” Screaming at the stubby penguin, Rei caught the attention of two beside her, Missing the audible gasp Ein made at the idea, “Zwei, we’re coming to getcha! Don’t move!”

“-No Neon, I haven’t fallen off the face of the Ark, you did read the note I left right?” Placing the cold ingredients of the pie into the oven, the Commander smiled as his shorter teammate hummed agreeingly.

“Well, Anis got to it before I could and was about to throw it away before I stopped her, but that’s besides the point. You said you’d be back around 3 master! It’s 4 in the afternoon! What do you have to say for yourself?!” Scolding the sheepish human, the Commander thought back to the note, wondering if he really specified around three and not the afternoon in general.

“...I’ll bring back a gift…?”

Neon huffed, “That might work on Anis and everyone else, but NOT Neon!” Proudly pointing her nose to the ceiling (he could tell) the man shook his head, wondering what string of words he could use to get out of the situation

 

Bzzzz

 

The universe smiles for him yet again!

“Uh, hold on there Neon, I’m getting a call.” 

“NO! DON’T YOU HANG UP ON ME MASTE-” The ravenette released a sigh of utter relief, thankful to whoever had the fortunate timing to call at that  specific moment. Taking note of the unknown caller ID, the Commander answered the call, finishing the lasts of the cookies.

“Go for it, you’re on speaker.”

“TEACHER! WE NEED A FAVOR RIGHT NOW! DO YOU HAVE A CAR?!” Nearly dropping the cookie dough as the high pitched voice rang through the kitchen, the Commander tried to discern who exactly was asking for the favor. It had to be someone from the MMR if ‘teacher’ was anything to go by.

“I do…who’s asking?” 

“It’s Ein teach’, sorry for Rei screaming off your ear, but we really need a solid. There’s this movie me, Rei and Zwei want to see but we got the times for the showing wrong! Can you pick us up from the school if you’re free? We’ll have to stop for Zwei on the way.” Bombarding the Commander with their proposal, the ravenette hummed in a minor thought, knowing he could do as they asked and make it back before the oven even reached half-way finished…the problem was the petite person he was baking for…

Oh the moral dilemma.

“How long before it’s finished?” Turning the voice, Syuen, now in her normal wear, eyed the bespeckled Commander, noting the splotches of batter and flour on his cute features.

“Shouldn’t take more than an hour, maybe an hour and a half give or take, why?” Stepping to the man with a neutral gaze, Syuen’s finger outlined the ends of the man’s jaw, her finger swiping at the custard batter on his chin.

It had hints of caramel to it. ”You know where the keys are, don’t make me wait.”

The Commander smiled, placing the cheese custard in the freezer to fluff before reaching for his phone on the way to the door, “I’d never! I don’t wanna get crucified.” Syuen chuckled at his mock worry, “You’d be right to fear me. Go! Out with you!” Successfully pushing the (rather heavy) Commander out the room, the ravenetted shook his head, making his way to the elevators a moment later. 

“I’m on the way, I should be there in 5 minutes or so.”

“That’s fine teacher, just hurry! Also, who were you speaking to just now?”

The minutes the two waited felt like an eternity! Was it already night time? (it’s still bright as day out) Were they dead? Was there already a sequel to the movie?! Who knows, but what Ein DID know was that the second she happened upon Zwei, she was gonna pinch her so hard she’ll bleed yellow!

“You don’t need to be so worried, you know, the movie’s gonna be re-running for the entire week. It’s no biggie if we miss it today.” Zwei murmurs over the phone, knowing Ein was probably antsy.

Reeling at the sudden gasp over the line, Zwei snickered, figuring she chose the wrong dialog choice, “I know that! But the charm would be kinda lost if we couldn’t’ve seen it on opening day!”

“Isn’t the movie also on streaming services too? We can always just join a Viscord and watch it together.” Rei mentions as well, now perched atop a nearby ledge.

“Eww….what would be the point of the theater if everyone watched the movies at home?! People go for the experience Rei! To feel the emotions coursing through their hearts and souls whenever some schmuck dies on the screen!”

“Okayyyy, my fault theater lover, You think Rupee’s a fan of movies too?”

“Well, she’s literally me so I’d think so…IS THAT TEACHER OVER THERE?!” Recognizing the license plate of the car immediately, Ein broke off in a mad dash towards the parked car, nearly leaving an outline of herself to the stunned girl.

Rei shrugged, also sprinting with the freshman.

 

“Why do I have so many contacts?” Refusing to search for her number directly, the Commander attempted to navigate the backlog of numbers of the numerous Nikke, inwardly wondering what movie the three would be watching which could warrant making such a fuss.

“...th..win..ow!” Hm? Was the car having issues already? Did mighty Tools screw Syuen over…..? Nah, Centi would probably fix whatever bug she threw in simply because it was there to begin with-

“Wi…the..window!” Oh, it was coming from outside. Glancing to the side, the Commander saw the rapidly approaching bodies of both the Junior Nikke…why were they running so fast?

The Commander dropped the window, “Where’d you say Zwei was again-”

 

“WIND DOWN THE BACK WINDOW!!” Doing so immediately, the blonde Nikke practically swan dived through the fortunate opening, followed by Rei and her drones a second later as the two crashed awkwardly upon the seats, adjusting themselves immediately.

“NO TIME TO WASTE! GOGOGO!”  

“Sure.” Peeling back out onto the clear roads, the Commander only slightly went above the speed limit, Peeking in the rear view mirror seeing the antsy expression the Gyaru type Nikke wore. It somewhat puzzled the man.

“I won’t ask what movie franchise requires this much devotion. Quickly, where do I need to turn to get to Zwei.” Seeing the upcoming intersection, Ein jolted at the question, zoning back in as the Commander impatiently awaited her response.

“She’s at the Cafe on the left waiting for us! We had to stay back due to some extra curriculars so we weren’t able to join her.” Taking the upcoming left a bit harder than he should’ve, Rei hissed in a tiny surprise as her drones almost flew outside the Suv’s window, the car now bolting downhill towards the nearby cafe at a….moderate speed.

 

Here’s to hoping Poli or Miranda wouldn’t be on his ass…

 

“Quick, call Zwei and tell her to meet us outside, we can barely spare a minute.” Heeding the man’s words, Zwei already had her scholastic friend on speed dial, the chime barely passing the first ring before the two were connected.

“Are we still on for the mo-” “Stand outside now!” Cutting the girl off, Zwei blinked twice at her phone, leaning to the side before taking a glance on the incline where the cafe was located. Almost gasping as the sight of an approaching vehicle skidded to a stop before the previously quaint gathering, Zwei’s hair and clothes both whipped from the speed of the now neutral vehicle.

“Don’t tell me…” Zwei really hoped it was just some rich punk making a ruckus, but, seeing the back door eagerly swing open along with the sight of a waiting blonde, Zwei sighed, her features heating with obvious embarrassment.

“Hurry! We have less than 10 minutes!” Zwei grinned at her friend….at least the day wouldn’t be a total waste.

 

…..

 

“Don’t worry teacher, we’ll be fine. You don’t have to pick us up.” Reassuring the still wary Commander, Rei sighed at her friend’s efforts, pulling at the ends of her jacket repeatedly, “The movie starts in five minutes y’know. If anything comes up, we can just call Teacher again.”

The Commander shook his head, almost forgetting the reason he was allowed to even come out at this time, “Alright, alright, I’ll get out of your hairs. Have fun you three.” Fist bumping the energetic blonde, Ein took off in a hurried sprint once more, her duo of friends already hot on her tail…

 

The Commander shrugged.

Returning to the suspiciously silent Syuen, the two soon enjoyed a sweet and savory treat baked to utter perfection if Syuen’s silent compliments were anything to go by. Thankfully, Syuen was more than willing to join him on the couch with her desserts at his offer, wrapping into his chest in joining whatever series the Tv showed….she was being oddly affectionate wasn’t she?

No bark, no feigned displeasure in being around him....it kind of scared the Commander, and almost as if he were an open book, Syuen went to comment, finishing the last spoonful of her pie, “You know you stink right?” Syuen mentions casually, still pressed up against him.

Slightly surprising the Commander with her first words since his return, the man lightly gasped, clearly wounded by her utter lack of empathy and subtlety, ”Really? Was it that bad?” Being serious though, did he smell that bad? It was unlikely as Syuen was still pressed against him, but still, he likely carried a bit of a scent from the previous day.

“I wouldn’t’ve commented on it if it weren’t dimwit! You know where the shower is, some clothes are already in there for you.”

“Mhmmm…I see.” Syuen left the couch, taking her plates to the sink…

….You know how they say absence makes the heart grow fonder? Before the Commander could’ve reached his feet, the departing sight of his lover lingered in his gaze. He wouldn’t admit it as, knowing who he fell in love with, she’d no doubt use it against him, but the Commander had it bad for the CEO….just seeing her doing the everyday mundane such as simply walking made his heart ache .

While she had an impeccable sense of style if her Nikke’s were anything to go by, Syuen’s normal attires were still as unintentionally erotic as her more perverse clothes. The Commander's gaze still remained fixated on the now stationary woman, simply admiring just how well she filled her clothes, it didn’t help that her skirt was naturally short as well, clearly highlighting her already alluring legs all the more…

 

That heat within him came back.

 

He still hasn’t fully apologized yet, has he? Reaching his feet, the Commander felt a pull towards the petite CEO, he wasn’t sure if it was because of what he ate or simply her being in her normal wear, but just felt drawn to her. To know that he and he alone tainted her near spotless skin…it was just too much.

“Eh?!” Wrapping his arms around the CEO’s waist, the Commander barely allowed her any room to retaliate, pulling her soft features onto his body while planting his nose atop her head, the familiar scent of lavender soon filling his nostrils.

“D-didn’t you hear me before, you smell horrible! I don’t want your germs on me!” There she was…there’s his Syuen...

He couldn’t wait anymore, his body wouldn’t allow him to. He didn’t know where this sudden rush of lust came from but he wouldn’t-couldn’t ignore it anymore. Indulging even more into her body, Syuen breath hitched for the shortest while, feeling the Commander’s fingers dip into and trace divots just below her skirt, pressing on a certain organ. 

“W-wha-” Stopping her before she could finish, the ravenette’s hand roamed Syuen’s body, sending jolts over her frame as his hands cupped her chest, his other moving the ends of her chin lightly inching it to him. Seeing the woman’s heated features, the Commander closed the distance between the two immediately, gingerly taking her lips into his own for a third time that day. Surely it’ll be the last…..yep

Letting the shorter woman adjust to the odd position she found herself, the Commander barely allowed a second to pass before molding the woman’s subtle breast, fingers roaming the clothed, petite mound.

‘Not again~’ He can’t keep doing this to her body knowing the effect his touch alone had! Feeling a light yet familiar tweak on nipple, Syuen couldn’t suppress the mewl that left her upturned maw, a light shock trailing her spine as the Commander took advantage of her momentary blunder.

Wrapping his tongue around her own, Syuen’s mind melted as the Commander moved like an entirely different person, her body feeling as if it were on fire as his deliberate fondling barely let up.

Practically swallowing his tongue, Syuen eagerly returned the pleasure, the two taking the time to explore everything the other had to offer. Humming around his organ, Syuen enjoyed the familiar taste of caramel his tongue carried inwardly, (besides being aroused) glad he knew her favorite flavor by heart, her palms soon finding his adorable jaw just as the Commander went deeper, his fingers now pinching at her hardened bud still held within her bra.

Ahh, dammit, she couldn’t take it anymore! He can’t keep kissing her like this! 

Quickly separating before he’d gotten any more Ideas, Syuen ripped the man’s hand from her chest, immediately waking him from his daze before guiding him back to the bedroom. Dirty dishes be damned!

Slipping past the automatic door, Syuen threw off the puffy jacket apart of her attire, throwing all caution to the wind as she locked lips with the Commander once more, hungrily exploring the ins and outs of his tongue while her hands worked his chest, unbuttoning and stripping the man of his shirt at an alarming rate.

The Commander almost gasped as she embraced him, barely allowing him room to move as their arousal deepened, their heat greatly outweighing the cool room. It felt amazing seeing her like this, feeling her so attached to him as her every touch sent watts through his body. How did he put this off for so long? Why did he allow himself to suffer without her for so long?

Breaking away to finally breathe, the sight of Syuen’s flushed violets swam in the man’s vision, his hand already moving to cup her jaw, her features seeming much smaller compared to his. Leaning into his palm (even if only slightly) Syuen allowed the warmth of his touch to bring her back to reality…She was doing his job! She wasn’t the one to be so forward!

Huffing (pouting), Syuen guided the Commander’s hands to her chest, her breaths soon leaving her in hitches in feeling the man carefully coursing his way to her bed, her back feeling soon resting on the nippy sheets the bed provided.

“Tsk…” Towering over the similarly topless woman, the Commander couldn’t help himself in being lost in her frame, she was still stunning to the man…the once curtain of indifference she’d wear to suppress her sheer attraction left her features, leaving a blushing, expecting and eager mess sprawled below him, bringing a comforting silence between the two only broken by the audible breaths they shared.

For a while neither of them moved, the elfin woman below him scanning his doe eyes in honesty curiosity, a frown soon finding its way to her brows.

There was that tick of his again, the tendency to grin or smile for no reason whatsoever! 

“No bra?” Breaking the silence they’d shared, Syuen blinked as his question registered, rolling her eyes at the idiotic statement, “Why the fuck would I wear one at  home?!” Even if she didn’t have to spend a fortune on new bra sizes, they were still sucked to wear. The hooks especially…

Almost as if he were  mocking her again, the Commander let his familiar chuckle slip, his small snickers being silenced immediately as Syuen’s fingers gripped his nose.

“Ack!” She chuckled at his feigned pain.

Releasing her love, Syuen’s eyes could barely escape the chocolate spotlights the Commander had on her, her heart skipping several beats the longer the two gazed through the other. “Skip the damn foreplay…I’ve got the entire day to myself tomorrow, no meetings with the hag or the Frenchman, no briefings with Anderson or the other one, no plucky Central Government botherings, just the entire day to myself….” Letting herself be lost in the man’s auburn eyes, Syuen eagerly finished, her frail mask of indifference masking most of her flushed features, “I don’t wanna feel my legs in the morning…” 

 

Oh…OH!

 

Getting rid of the final layers preventing him from granting her wish, Syuen grinned coyly, his arousal already apparent with his hard on already pressing against her covered clit.

If there was any doubt of her words in the Commander’s mind, they were immediately thrown out the proverbial window feeling her heat practically radiate onto him, as if she were inviting him to her warmth if her damp thong was any indication.

Pulling it aside, the Commander took one final glance to Syuen’s eyes, lining himself as he did…never had he seen her so determined to have him inside her. Every time he scraped her clit to tease her, her breaths felt heavy as they left, her mask of usual impatience being whittled down to sheer need even if her features betrayed it.

“I will kill you if you keep fucking with me.” Having enough of the raventte’s teasing, Syuen glared daggers into the Commander’s eyes, almost jolting in surprise as his tip slowly separated her.

‘Finally~’ Syuen felt her vision swim as her beloved pushed inch after inch. Syuen was warm, tight, wet, every word used to describe aroused. The Commander groaned in his motions, somewhat mirroring Syuen’s own hums of pleasure, feeling her folds tighten around his member the more he gave her. Pausing nearly quarter way in, the two took their fair share of breaths after finally feeling the other. It took everything the slim CEO had to not let her voice leak as the Commander throbbed inside of her.

Her body was on fire …Every small motion the man did, whether simply breathing to get his bearings straight, sent shivers down her spine. It felt good . It felt really, really good to have him like this. Fuck, she was gonna cum already~

Fighting tooth and nail to not embarrass herself by climaxing so soon, the Commander, whether aware of her inner turmoil or not, went and did the worst thing he could have possibly done in the moment.

Pulling back, only to pull her deeper into him as he pivoted forwards, the sudden, albeit slow move taking the woman entirely off guard with his grip on her hips doing her no favors. Using her previously free hands, Syuen’s hands immediately held back the cry most likely to have slipped, suppressing the fact that her mind was becoming a swirl of jumbled thoughts.

Every subtle thrust of his seemed to hit all of her dangerous spots, even if he wasn't fully in yet, his tip practically kissed the ends of her womb, sending a plethora of pleasure to her more than eager body.

‘So deep already?’ The commander thrusted again, every repeat brining a tingle through his body the more he done so, reveling in how Syuen barely allowed him to pull out, making sure every pull of his hips scraped the entirety of her walls, eliciting the slightest groan from him the more he done so.

She felt good…really good. She felt light in his hold, her warmth and pleasure more than visible if her leaking was any indication….shit, If he wasn’t careful, he wouldn’t last more than a minute inside her…

Speaking of, was he doing something wrong? Her voice was barely above a whisper. No cry of delight, no murmur for more even if she was ashamed to say it, she was near completely silent…

Let his vision swim in the glossed violets of Syuen, the Commander’s eyes widened in slight realization seeing the reason for his moral dilemma…was she that ashamed to show just how much pleasure she was feeling?

Letting a pit of slip from his heavy lungs, the Commander flashed the near unconscious woman a cheeky smile, his own hands taking and ripping her away from her lips, jolting the steadily fainting CEO wide awake.

“T-the hell?” Offering his lover no explanation for the sudden action, the Commander pushed deep into the petite woman, practically ripping her moan from her throat, replacing her cry with another of burst of pleasure; his pistons were only getting deeper, pulling her near limp body into him every time his cock met the end of her womb.

Shit, she was seeing stars. She barely had the strength to match his thrusts much less stop her arousal from slipping through her lips. If he continued at the rate he was going-

“S-shit!” Feeling the Commander completely bottom himself inside her, Syuen’s body jolted as his head damn near speared her uterus, gritting her teeth as utter delight ran miles through her mind. 

Shivering even more so, Syuen’s breaths left her in droves, the light orgasm scrambling the already jumbled mess of thoughts she had even more, her dazed mind attempting to get some sort of oxygen back into her lungs.

Taking the slight while to adjust to the smaller woman’s new grip, moans left the Commander’s maw as he pulled back, her arousal sticking to his already heated member the more he took from her.

She almost refused to let him go, the more he took, the more he just wanted to hilt himself inside her until his hips broke. The Commander saw the squirming woman below him, Feeling just how much tighter she’d gotten, knowing she’d like the same as well. His hips quickly met Syuen’s again and again, robbing the woman of her breaths as she was entirely helpless to it; the grip the ravenette had on her arms just felt too good for her to resist.

Kissing her sweet spot once again, Syuen buried her face even deeper into the pillow the longer the Commander held himself, though, the sudden release of her arms barely registered through her mind, Barely able to withhold her second orgasm of the hour.

Feeling a light sting on her cheek, Syuen felt a bit of air return to her lungs, peeling her eyes open upon feeling the unneeded strike.

“W-what?” Locking eyes with the equally flushed ravenette, the man showed an expression Syuen wasn’t entirely able to discern, feeling his palm soothingly caress the spot he likely struck. “No fainting, I need you conscious for this…” Flashing an honest smile throbbing inside her, Syuen blinked in surprise…was she really about to pass out?

Drawing himself from her core, Syuen was inches before her next release, feeling him knot himself back inside her without room for argument, making her see stars once more.

Fuck this was embarrasing~

“C-cum-” Cutting her off yet again (he really needs to stop doing that) the Commander's lips wrapped themselves around the CEO’s, going all the way as his tongue tasted hers for yet another time, genuinely loving the taste Syuen carried with her.

Thrusting once more, the Commander nearly lost himself in his pleasure, his once restrained thrusts turning into eager pistons, bottoming himself into her core constantly almost knocking the wind from her sails. His tongue felt nice on hers, the growing spittle the two shared finally leaking as their breaths mixed with the other’s, his pistoning not letting up in the slightest.

She needed this, shit she needed it! He felt good, way too good~ With how he held her, and his kisses always taking her breath away, Syuen’s legs locked around the man’s waist, her arm (weak as they may be) followed in its opposite’s action before pulling the commander deeper into her lips.

Picking up in his thrusts, Syuen fingers gripped the braids of the man’s hair, her cries drowned out in mixing with the man’s maw.

Oh she was cumming…and she could be as loud as she wanted too~

Humming around his tongue as the ravenette fucked her through her second orgasm, the man hilted himself in her core for the third time, moaning deeply…or was it the fourth? She stopped counting mid way through the high of the first orgasm.

Oh she couldn’t feel her legs, her womb was in shambles and her skin was likely red from his hips constantly smacking against her own. Fuck! This is what made life worth living! The stresses of almost running a company entirely on your own seemed to wash away whenever his dick scraped the insides of her walls.

Shit, she was gonna faint again…and probably cum too, a woman can only take so much abuse before her hips and cunt were somewhat sore from it. 

Breaking their kiss only slightly, Syuen jumped at the opportunity the man created, feeling his heated breaths against her features as their tongues still twirled around the other, feeling his hips now grinding himself inside her, stirring the incoherent mess that made her mind ever more.

“C-cumming~” Closing the distance on her again, Syuen’s body felt aflame as her orgasm wracked every part of her frame, feeling nearly the brunt of the Commander’s entire weight pressing fully into her core…God she loved him-

 

Damn it! There was that sting again! Meeting the slow thrusts of the Commander’s auburn eyes, Syuen couldn’t help but revel in their warmth, almost lost in his lull in feeling his palm caress her cheek. He was so affectionate too…always making sure the pleasure went both ways. She could get lost in those eyes if she wasn’t careful..

“What did I say about fainting?” Leaving her with no time to respond, the Commander eagerly attached himself to her lips, never able to truly have enough of her smaller body…

Did she seriously pass out? The next time she saw that shitty deputy chief, she was gonna wring his neck for denying her of the bliss she was feeling.

Picking up the pace once more, Syuen couldn’t fight the smile steadily creeping to her features, re-locking her arms and legs around the man preventing his likely escape. Finally breaking the century long kiss, Syuen moans were finally realized, every push of his hip bringing her more of her voice out for damn near the entire building to hear.

Thankfully though, only one (albeit unwilling) Nikke was around to hear her screams…

Taking the CEO from her daze, the ravenette’s light moans stammered for a passing moment, his words almost dying on his lips.

“Where…where do I finish?” She was tight, far too tight. It took effort just to pull back after thrusting inside her. Everytime she gripped him, it felt like a part of him melted the more his arousal steadily grew, it was a miracle with Syuen’s constant climaxes he didn’t finish right alongside her.

Hearing no response, the man slowly left his thoughts as his breaths batted with Syuen’s, lightly fearing her fainting again post climax, but, seeing her fluttering eyes, the Commander felt the sweetest of smiles gracing his features….she was simply too caught up in her pleasure to notice.

Pinching Syuen’s side, the ravenette saw at least some life return to the woman, her eyes once again drowning in his, “You’re too tight, should I pull ou-”

“NO! Finish inside!” Shouting with a surprising amount of passion seeing as she seconds away from passing out a moment ago, the Commander nodded, his thrusts only slightly picking up in speed before Syuen brought the man back to her lips, truly returning to cloud nine as his rod still relentlessly attacked her core.

Both tasting the other’s tongues the Commander thrusted deep into Syuen much to her utter satisfaction, his arousal nearly filling her as a heat lulled her back into the realm of unconscious, her moans silenced by the Commander’s of similar intensity…

Pulling out was possibly the hardest challenge the Commander faced so far. Raptures, heretics? They seemed like a breeze compared to the fainted woman in his hold below him. Every time they met like this, he felt even better than the last, wasn’t he supposed to grow to eventually feel indifferent to her body? How was it that he always yearned for her the second he left her side?

God, his heart felt weak whenever he saw her simply doing the most mundane of things. Walking, scolding, teasing? The very sight of her made his will power to resist crumble as if their foundations were made of cards.

Surely over indulgence was a bad thing right? Too much of any one thing would and should always be bad….but, if the Commander left the room this very second, he doubts he’d be able to make it halfway across the living room before his lust came before him.

He knew what he had to do but didn’t know if he had the strength to do it…

Feeling her legs finally loosen around his waist, the Commander finally pulled the last of himself out of her warm embrace, his member still glistening as hard as it could be…

He was content, even if his arousal wasn’t entirely gone, Syuen was sure to make it up to him the following morning. Gazing at her steaming body, the Commander felt the softening throb of his member react to her more than worn body, sweat fauceting down both their bodies as Syuen’s heated features were still clear as day.

Nothing could wipe the downright idiotic grin the Commander wore, not even the subtle knock on the closed door….wait.

 

“Uhm, Syuen? Are you…alive?” Barely able to speak past a whisper, the olive skinned Nikke grew quiet, wondering if everything was okay if her screams were anything to go by…

‘She’ll leave if I ignore her right?’ The Commander questioned, still reeling from his high.

“D-do you need help? I’m no expert but is s..sex supposed to sound like that?” ….she’ll leave eventually. Surely.

“Syuen, if you don’t answer I will have to come and see if you’re alright.” Okay, she wasn’t leaving.

“She’s fine Rian, just sleeping!”

“O-oh! Uhm, was the sex that bad?”

 

…What? What was she on about?

 

“...How should I answer that?” The Commander truthfully questioned the seemingly curious Nikke.

“You don’t have to Commander, It’s just that, I never thought intercourse was supposed to be that loud….I always assumed it was more hushed.” Aaaand this conversation is over!

“It’s fine, if you want more details, feel free to ask Syuen when she wakes up.” Carefully getting off the bed ignoring his leg's slight protests, the Commander fully stripped the CEO of her skirt and thong, throwing the damp clothes wherever they ended up…

“Rian, for both our sakes could you close your eyes?” Scooping the adorable CEO in his arms, Rian hummed suspiciously, stepping away from the door a minor moment later. Stepping past the similarly heighted Nikke with nothing but his birthday suit, the woman gave no reaction, only slightly turning in his direction as he brought his beloved to the showers.

“Thank you Rian, you can open your eyes if you want. Oh! And before I forget….you probably shouldn’t go into Syuen’s room if you value your nose.” Closing the door behind him, Rian paid no mind to the warning, she was curious to see the aftermath of the (probably painful) intercourse between two huma-

“Oh! It reeks!”

 

He warned her.

 

So began the comforting silence shared between the two, wiping both the sweat and…arousal from their bodies, the water trailing through both the ravenette’s and CEO’s hairs bringing a smile to the Commander.

…She really was beautiful.

 It is 9 pm on a Friday what the FUCK are they doing!?

Notes:

Idk why I said English wasn't my first language, it is :/

Chapter 3: New Years (Not yet tho)

Summary:

Shikikan is tired, Everyone's tired, he needs his Ceo wife

Notes:

Part 3 baybeeeeeeeeeee. Shikikan plotting smthn for his lady on the new years as the months pass by. Yall gotta bear with me because with jien being revealed I got like 3 ideas I wanna write.

I plan (using that word very loosely) to bring this fic to 10 chaps just making short stories and situations with Syuen and her Nikkes,

Yes there will be sex, a lot of it in fact.

We will be having loving sex with Syu. Total Syu love.

THIS WAS WRITTEN BEFORE THE MANA STORY WE HAVE RN SO FORGIVE ME ON SOME LINES.

December 28th

He was tired, his mind was tired.

He’s been on and off the surface for five months straight qith death almost holding him twice (nothing out of the ordinary there) only to be summoned into a five hour meeting he forgot he’d scheduled! The insomnia was beginning to weigh on his conscience.

He’s lost count to the times Rapi or Neon had to drag him away from his desk in a temporary lodging or when a lapse in judgement nearly gotten his squad killed for the third time.

“Speaking of…”

His mind stung at the memories of battles prior, the constant tremors of explosives littering the battlefield at his call by Anis or the nauseating cry of a Rapture’s calling signal summoning for reinforcements only seconds after the battle had concluded was breaking the little sanity the braided man thought he had.

He was allowed no room to rest even in his dreams. For as proactive as his mind was, the lessons drilled into hin by Eunhwa and Johan, thankful as he was, were a curse as well. Time and time again will he catch himself dreaming as if he remained in the simulation room for a position he and his squad could take.

It was annoying, frustrating for the only free time he had to be stolen by Raptures again.

 

God he loathed the creatures.

 

Letting his calloused palms feather his features, the simple act flared the small gash a piece of shrapnel caused, the wound bandaged by Anis of course, ‘What have I been putting my team through?’ Was he growing complacent with the Central Government’s abuse?

Rapi, stoic as she may be, has shown genuine signs of despondency betraying her otherwise aware persona…the one on one moments they share every now and then, his far too beautiful second in command actually hinted for him to use the months worth of vacation days he’s gathered.

Goofy and goofier (Anis and Neon) were another thing entirely. The tired man chuckled a bit knowing how often Anis pestered him about those paid leaves, Neon at one point begging being suppressed by Rapture fire to at least consider their worries.

“Hm…”

Syuen hasn’t said anything about it has she? Of all the people he expected to mention his hoarding of paid leave, the tiny Ceo was on that list even if she wasn’t particularly high…

The Commander groaned in annoyance, “I haven’t been fair to them, I’ll talk to Anderson about those vacation days.” He owed it to himself and Neon…She almost died due to a slip up on his end noting a Rapture’s movements last week.

With how often they were sent to either retrieve or defend an item or area of interest, Anis and Neon both could barely function half the time after a mission’s end.

Rapi was….Rapi, even if he’s beginning to catch her dozing off at his desk despite her efforts in hiding her lethargy. 

“What’s left on the agenda?” The man mumbled to no one particular, his eyes struggling to remain open in the rising elevator.

He was free for the rest of the day wasn’t he? Aside from the usual reports he’s been letting gather (rookie mistake) He might as well make use of his free time to finish those damned files, pesky as they may be.

Why did he have to be so good at his job?

“Is this why Anis smokes?” He gets it….he honestly does.

Letting his fingers pinch the bridge of his nose, the drawl of the climbing elevator gave the man some room to reminisce even if it was for the moment, the transparent panes before him highlighting the spacious bunker humanity fled to so many decades ago; the silence almost endearing on his lonesome.

Checking his phone once more, the ravenette felt the illuminated light sting his mousey gaze thankful for the signal present in the otherwise dead expanse.

‘Nothing…’ She’s yet to reply to what he sent…had he done something to upset her-

He’s been in the Ark for 7 **** hours?! 

The older officer slumped against the elevator’s wall…

Was it bad he couldn’t remember when he last slept? 

He needs to.

 

Ding

 

Almost stumbling out of the metal device, the ravenette remained against the cool of the afternoon sky, the descending snow off in the distance having yet to touch his side of the Surface. 

Should he stop by the cafe or the restaurant run by Cooking Oil? Oh his stomach was beating him alive to just CHOOSE already.

His boots stepped upon the streets housing the Outpost, a small shiver creeping up his spine for a moment in his travel passing a fair few buildings.

“Has it ever snowed here?” His memory’s a bit spotty at the moment.

Truly savouring surroundings, the Commander’s brows rose ever so slightly seeing the occasional Nikke here and there, a few offering friendly greetings only to return to the task they were doing. Despite his lethargy, the braided officer was glad to see how active the small city had become…who’d have thought the place was deserted a few years prior.

It really has been a while since he became a Commander….

‘Hm?’ Was someone calling him?

“Counselor!” A voice shouted some place else, the nickname mentioned thankfully narrowing down the potential suspects evading his impeccable vision, ‘It couldn’t be Guilty nor Sin, the former doesn’t talk as fast and the latter’s voice is too distinct.’ Glancing up and down the suspiciously silent streets (where’d everyone go?), nothing really stood out to the man, his unprotected ears felt cooling the longer he spent dawdling outside.

The voice came again, “Look up!” Doing exactly so, the Commander felt a string of worry pass his senses only to realise who the Nikke dangling off the side of the building was, her antics not really coming as a surprise to him anymore, “Quency?”

Flashing the man a smile, Quency now sat cross legged from her squat atop the building’s ledge, her body bouncing to an invisible tune, “Heyyy Counselor! Where have you been? Phantom was looking for you!” 

Glancing to the side, the man thought back to the righteous thief wondering if she’d left a message he missed…his phone’s been dry the entire day so it was unlikely, “Was in the Ark, is she still waiting?”

Quency shook that cute head of hers in dismissal, “Nah, she’s tried contacting Miranda to help with a mission of her’s…but you know how she is. We finished it sometime ago!” The nikke somewhat shouted, fingers fiddling with the ends of the zipper on her body suit.

“Ah, sorry for not making it.”

“No worries, we handled it with no issues! The A.C.P.U were none the wiser.” Quency beamed with glee, her honest elation bringing a small smile to the man.

“Alright, alright, I’ll try to be in the next one if I’m free.” Nodding to the seated Nikke, the thief returned the gesture only to reach her feet a moment later, stretching ever so slightly atop the ledge, “Righty! I’m heading back to the Ark then, want anything?”

“Not really, you decide.” The Commander humored.

Readying herself for the slightest moment, Queny damn near swan dived off the building’s side, descaling the structure’s fire escape in an impressive feat of athleticism.

Flipping a few times within the sky, the escape enthusiast soon made contact with the rigid concrete below herself, doing well to ignore how the sidewalk shivered beneath her sudden weight.

“See ya Counselor!” Lightly jogging down the street, the once escapist Nikke disappeared soon after, her actions leaving a stunned yet impressed counselor in her wake…

‘Wow.’ It might seem childish to say but Quency always struck him as the effortlessly cool type ever since he rehabilitated her. Alas, there was NO TIME to reminisce about the busty Nikke’s actions!

A question lingered in the walking man’s mind, one that had been gnawing at him to solve in any way he could.

What was his most beloved girlfriend doing?

The first thing he did arriving back in the Ark was to shoot her a message, one that was delivered yes but not opened. She knew his schedule was finicky at best so her being mad at him was off the table…and she usually responded in ten minutes or so.

Did she actually have CEO things to do for once?

“I’ll have to ask someone about it.” She wasn’t the one to go radio silent all of a sudden. 

Turning a corner, a few scenarios ran through the man’s mind all wondering what task existed able to hold such a woman like her so deeply.

She could very well be in a meeting…if so. calling her might land him in a stretcher. Never again will that mistake be repeated.

“On the surface?” The Commander mumbled finally happening upon his personal headquarters.

Why would she be on the surface? it made no sense.

Again, he could call yes, but the last time he did so her phone rang in a budget meeting with the other Ceos almost costing her a deal she was making with the Central Government at the time.

He got an ear full the following night….and no play.

‘Sleeping?’

Probable, but unlike her to take mid-day naps. She wasn’t him.

Releasing a breath, worry began replacing the once curiosity he had of the Ceo’s distance, he could very well be overthinking things now that he’s had time for himself….”Anis would’ve slapped me out of it by now.” The officer joked with no one in particular.

Was he so consumed with the mission and work that he hadn't given proper thought to the life that awaited him back home? Maybe that’s why his girlfriend was ignoring him…

‘Hm?’ Was he already up the stairs? Time really flies when you’re losing your mind over your significant other don't you think? Letting that golden gaze of his admire the contours of the familiar steel door, a laugh of amusement barely seemed to slip him seeing what exactly was written on his door.

Had he really made such an impact in so many women’s lives? Feeling his heart skip a beat at the a variety of colours and written fonts, several iterations of ‘someone’ was here could be seen on the colourless entryway.

There were the usual suspects of Tia, Ein, Emma, Vesti and Sugar alongside their signatures…yet a few were able to stand out amongst the crowd.

‘Scarlet hath visited’ Could be seen carved out alongside those of Harran and Noah who also used similar scratches…yet Scarlet’s remained the most legible.

Has the sight always been there?

Letting the hiss of the sliding door warm his features, the familiar cool the A/C unit once held within the space greeted his features better than any Nikke ever could.

He really could fall asleep standing up if left unchecked, “Mmmm…..” The man chuckled once more as if downplaying the task that awaited him. There really wasn’t any time to waste; his documents were calling him.

Rapi was at his desk.

 

Several written documents strewn about…

 

Several coffees were at her side.

 

She was utterly wasted as well.

 

Taking a moment to not only wrap his head around the sight but to burn the image into his mind, a ray of guilt quickly chipped away at whatever glee the man had prior…he knew his second in Command, he knew she was a woman born and bred into protocol never once straying from those ideal unless she was truly comfortable…

And there she laid, head nestled into her forearms with a bust that rose in a steady rhythm.

 

Just how thin had he been running the Counters?

 

‘You’re too good to me Rapi.’ A smile born of somber and appreciation played with the ends of his lips.

While worrying, the sight made what he’s planned with Ingrid and Mustang all the more worth it.

“Sleep well Rapi, we’re on vacation from now on.” He could only imagine the face Neon would make if she were here…

Speaking of, where is she?

She wasn’t on the couch, that spot belonged to Anis who was both sniffing and using his jacket as a blanket.

He hadn’t gotten a call from Eunhwa about her causing a ruckus in the armory so outside wasn’t a question….’Shower then?’

Taking one final glance at his second in command, the Commander’s eyes met the field reports he was to draft days ago crumpled beneath Rapi’s fingertips among several others under that ‘Finance’ tab he kept putting off.

 

….He’ll just work on the digital backlog he had, the papers can come later.

 

Grunting as he reached for his laptop, the officer damn near dragged his carcass to his bedroom as the longer he spent outside the comfort of his sheets meant the more he genuinely considered handing in his resignation to Anderson.

With a simple swipe at the passage, the door soon clicked open letting a radiant sunlight seep its way through the glass windows. It provided a fair amount of backlight through the billowing curtains as well, the afternoon glow more than obvious with the tint staining the room a warm gold thanks to the atmosphere. ‘The A/C’s still on.’ Was someone wasting the electricity bill?

Why was Neon passed out on the floor?!

Bah, questions for later, his documents were calling for him.

………………………………….

Okay.

 

He might have been over-reacting.

Lifting his fingers from his laptop, The Commander brought the features to the ends of his temples almost soothing the dull ache of his exhaustion, mind trying to make heads or tails of his scattered thoughts.

Sure it took some time, but to go through three hundred and forty five documents in a single sitting would cause some level of contetpt. Granted, Opening his computer to witness the growing pile of work did take a year or two off his lifespan….but once he got into it? The requirements for submission weren’t nearly as strict as he thought they were.

A simple paragraph or two about some task he, his team or whatever squad he was commanding the day was more than enough even being applied to most of the technical reports like bills and such…

 

All in all?

 

“More time to kill.” Genuinely having nothing immediate to set his attention on was new to him…it was nice being able to breathe. 

Resting his mind against the stiffness of his bed frame, the man damn near sunk in his mattress allowing the A/C fill his lungs, auburn gaze flickering wide to bask in the unique silence of his room.

It brought him to a place he often enjoyed visiting when a situation required any amount of forethought. His mind.

He won’t take today for granted…he needs to be better for his team. Better to himself now that he was a free man even if this break was only temporary. Should he set up a date with his love once his New Year's surprise was over with? Maybe partake in some tomfoolery with Phantom or Novel now that he’s able?

Exia’s been sending him messages about the Union raids he’s missed as well…”What’s gotten into me?” The man chuckled seeing the unmoving wooden design of his ceiling, “I have time, I can take things one step at a time.” His hair was steadily fuzzing as well, He’ll have to check in with Syuen for that again.

“Masteeeeer~” A familiar gun nut mewled in her slumber, her voice almost surprising the Ravenette forgetting she was on his bed to begin with.

Neon was stirring for whatever reason, mumbling oddities as she dozed into his lap.

What was she dreaming about? 

His fingers ran through the messy blades of her hair, the soft purring of the nikke barely going unnoticed.

‘Marian.’ He often thought about her and what came before his crash.

His childhood was spotty as if he were underwater but he’s managed to truly recall how he fared within the military academy and his reason for even joining to begin with…how naive he was falling for such propaganda.

The instructors there never gave a damn about the people they were sending to their demise. How could they drill such gibberish into the minds of people who knew no better? Treating Nikkes as if they were your property, denying them basic human decency simply for the fact most had little sense of identity…why- how could someone be so horrible to their peers?

‘Paimok Arrie’ The name of someone dear to him whom he’d lost…

 

Was this woman family to him? A friend? He didn’t know.

 

He met Marian and the rest of Silver gun in the latter years of the Academy. To look at such beautiful women in their eyes and barking orders meant only for his survival just wasn’t his style. He tried it, he did…it just wasn’t him.

It felt horrible talking down to his comrades- sisters in arms who he would’ have lived with for the foreseeable future. To think, who knew referring to Nikke by their given names and not their serial number would make them warm up to you like the feeling of home inside?

‘Mosiine’ Silver Gun’s sniper…cause of death? He forgot, the trauma it left likely blurring the details from him.

White hair that faded into a dusty blonde at its tips, freckles on her otherwise porcelain face with that range of emotions she so often displayed for him….it was her who pushed him to take up his degree in phycology….How did she die?

Another recovered memory, ‘Maylie’ Silver Gun’s artillery expert and machine gunner.

 

She died in the crash.

 

He didn’t remember much of her, only her respectful tone when addressing both he and the rest in her squad, always using honorifics like, ‘ma’am, sir, ms’ and so on…She sounded cute if he could recall proper. “I hope heaven treats them well.”

A desponded gaze came with the distant memory, the odd pets he made of Neon’s head bringing her some level of joy.

Might as well continue seeing as he’s reminiscing.

His girlfriend, the tiny, petite woman he’s grown to love overtime in his eventful life.

How could two people at each other’s throats one year go to seeing fireworks among harbouring thoughts of settling down with the other the next? Was it his inability to see her fault even when her flaws were overwhelming? The fact he took it as a challenge to know the Ceo and hear her pleads even after the belittlement he received?

His time on the surface allowed him to appreciate the gift of life when offered the downtime on any mission or favour he heeded to…the motivation he had something to come back to, someone he could see as if they were a nostalgic piece from a scene in cinema…you’d be shocked to know much much of a motivator it was.

 

Has it really been three years?

 

His eyes scampered across the dotted ceiling, memories once hidden of his beloved now growing the more he thought of the CEO, memories of her smile on the disguised dates they went on, her ire in her usual teasing tone, her passion, her scent, her wit, her body…everything remind him of her humanity with her quirks and traits that made the blood rush through his body. 

Even thinking of her during this moment of lucidity brought a tear from who knew where down his cheek. How grateful he is to have bewitched the Ceo…that thread he felt missing tethering him to the world, he was glad it’d been her.

Ironic given how often he finds himself being the apple of so many Nikkes eyes.

Is he mad for respecting the woman who’d once brought him so much misery?

He adjusted Neon’s glasses, making sure she didn’t damage the item in her rest, bringing it to the night rest a distance away.

How long had he been in his bed? He was rambling even in his own mind.

He glanced at the clock on his screen, ‘9 P.M’ it read; his eyes also scanning the motion wallpaper he’d made of an event permanently engraved into him.

 

A wine red dress with golden accessories.

 

A heavenly grin.

 

An honest glee to her features.

 

This was their first year wasn’t it? He might have missed it this year, but the year prior to the last most Commanders were ordered to remain in the Ark for the 25th out of the blue. Thankfully his little Ceo managed to pull some strings whisking him away from whatever it was the CG had planned.

‘....’ She was never one to take the initiative at that point in their relationship, so her inviting him to the roof honestly caught him off guard.

“She looks good in turtlenecks.” They bonded on that roof, the worries that seemed to weigh on her mind left her lips faster than she likely would have hoped…her voice at the time lacking the usual edge her personality often dictated.

He listened to her, how she inherited the company from her mother and what that meant for her alongside other experiences she did well to hide.

Once the clock had struck twelve, the Commander’s heart damn near leaped from his chest hearing the sound of gunpowder reaching the skies, the distinct croak of fireworks soon after did well illuminating the once luminescent landscape now that their conversations were to hold. (Syuen was dying of laughter of course)

…She spilled her heart out to him and the most he could do was nod at the time….he’s glad to have recovered some of his memories…

Spotting his almost ashamed expression at the time, the Commander recalled his Ceo thoughtlessly inching closer to him until their shoulders met, the act at the time bringing him a blush he didn’t know what to do with, her gaze transfixed on the heavenly lightshow miles out before them.

She was warm in the artificial cold.

Every second of the lightshow was engraved within his mind as both he and the Ark stood in awe for the display the big three had made; Elysion being the first to display their hand in the theatrics riddling the sky with dozens of red and black flares as per Ingrid’s brand.

A very modest and warm celebration of what the military-like company stood for; about the standard when it came to Ingrid many thought.

Tetra line seemed to prefer a drone show fitted with flares doing well to not only advertise upcoming events, but to paint breathtaking pictures of tetra’s prized bunny themed Nikkes in the skies alongside a myriad of shapes throughout the Ark- hell, at one point the drones came together to form a screen in which Blanc and Noir made an appearance much to the Ark’s excitement.

How one man was almost able to have the entire Ark say entertainment was beyond him.

Once Tetra’s HOUR LONG show came to an end, Syuen seemingly reached for a remote hidden within her bust a few minutes after, the act confusing him for the slightest moment.

Clicking a series of buttons faster than he could see (he still didn’t know how her fingers moved so fast) A Matis themed display was presented around the ark as a show of love to the Nikkes within her company compared to the extravaganza Tetra had prior; the theatrics entertaining nonetheless.

How graceful she looked illuminated within the golden lights of her firesworld…He was barely able to snap the 3 pictures before Syuen caught wind of it.

How one person was able to turn beet red at the drop of a hat was cute even if his shoulder paid the price a moment after…she can hit hard if she really wanted to.

Smiling at the almost distant memory, the Commander’s eyes returned to the dreary ceiling he reminisced upon.

Why was he getting so sentimental all of a sudden? His heart was full….he was content with the life he lives..

He really needed to see his girlfriend though.

Mumbling something else at his side, Neon once again adjusted shifted on the sheets mewling every now and then as she drooled.

‘Adorable….and gross’ The Commander hummed at the sight. Who knew Neon was like a cat the way Poli and Jackal were dogs when alone. He’ll have to note that for later.

 

She even purred too >:)

 

Letting his gun nut rest on her lonesome, socked feet met the familiar tufts of the carpeted floors quickly carrying himself to the spacious array that was the living room/office, gaze softening on the remaining half of his squad utterly wasted around their stations.

The man sighed holding his braids.

Maneuvering to his Second in command listless as she could be, the sign of her humanity remained; awakened by Behemoth. 

“Let’s get you to bed Rapi.” Folding the Nikke’s arms over her chest after gently pulling her up, the standing ravenette hoisted his second in command feeling both her weight and soft features sink into his hold.

‘Was this Red Hood’s doing?’ Is that why she’s so heavy?

 

Turning at his side, Anis remained entirely out of it on the couch, her body curled around his jacket as if the room cosplayed the north.

 

Hmmmmm…..

 

He could kill two birds with one stone playing his cards right, “No use not trying.” Shrugging as he mumbled, the Commander leant a bit more in the soda lover’s direction in an effort to not stir Rapi.

 

God she was heavy.

 

“Anis! We need to head out!” The dreaded words, a sentence she hated more than death itself.

Hearing the Nikke mutter slurs in his direction, Anis tousled awhile on the couch, her disdain for work ever present through her actions, “Nooooo….”

“C’mon, it won’t take long I promise.” Grumbling as she soon stood, The Commander stood waiting for the still sleeping Nikke to meet his side.

Pinching the man’s button up, Anis barely registered the fact both her and Rapi were now maneuvering to the nearby bedroom, her brows furrowed in disdain for yet another assignment.

Clicking open once more, the Commander quickly stepped to his bed, laying Rapi to rest beside a motionless Neon already thanking himself for reliving his aching muscles.

He didn't like thinking that way given her….well, just look at her. But the fact remained.

Seeing Anis step into his room after a moment’s deliberation, the plucky Nikke quickly found the warm, soft embrace that was his carpet envelope her whole, her mutters and complaints soon falling on deaf ears with snoring replacing them  once again.

 

She could probably give Frima and Neve a run for their money right now.

 

“What’s next?” Closing the door on his retreat, the Commander brought a hand atop the mess of braids that was his hair, the varying activities he’s noted on his mental to-do list popping at times within his mind…

The mess Rapi made, ”Might as well…” Moving to organize the slight mess on his desk outside the room, One prominent activity upon his list felt all the more urgent as he organized his surroundings to his liking.

“Bath…” He needed to wash his worries away…to cleanse himself of the stresses that came with his profession and the fact he’s yet to shower.

Clicking open the bathroom door just to hurl the the last of Anis’s clothes in the basket (how one Nikke could be so lazy aside from Frima was beyond him), the man felt the last of his energy practically dissipate once the bathroom air met his tendons, the mirror at his side doing well to highlight the spots of skin he really needed to clean.

‘Why do I do this to myself?’

The warm liquid soon made its way down the creases of toned skin, its lull both tensing and loosening his oddly rigid frame ripe with the efforts of his career. When last had he relaxed on his lonesome in a bath like this?

He was in Eden for a week for some Ark related expenses and was barely able to relax without that Nympho (you know the one) being on him like glue. Why Eden promoted shared bathing was beyond him.

Wordlessly untying the high bun his hair had been in, the ravenette ran through his usual routine when offered the luxury of a lengthy dip, both draining and refilling the tub once more before soaking himself in its valleys.

“...I hope Vesti’s alright.” The last they spoke she seemed pretty upset mentioning her bullies, “Do I have her for tomorrow?” He is far too comfortable and tired to reach for his phone check, maybe when he moves to the couch he’ll run through his list of advices for the day.

…Or maybe he had Eunhwa or Tia scheduled in the place of Vesti? 

He’s been so out of it he doubted if his memory could be trusted.

 

…………………………..

Another day…

 

“C-nder?”

 

Gunshots and tremors weigh on his heart alongside the taste of iron in his maw.

 

“-Ander?”

 

His ears rang deafeningly yet he understood he was alone. There was no one around calling his name nor speaking with him….Was he slipping?

 

“Commander?”

 

Blood and adrenaline sent his mind into a haze ensuring he led his team out of fire alive. How many times had rapture fire grazed him? How many times will he allow a piece of Anis’ arm to be blown off due to being overrun by keeping him safe? How much longer can he bear waking up in a medical area staring at the ceiling wishing the pain would go away?

“I’m coming in Commander…” They’d placed their hopes onto him, their expectations for him to do better, be better now that he’s proven himself worthy carrying their dreams and ideals to even greater heights…

From Eunhwa to Marian and those from Inherit and the Pioneers….hell even Crow to an extent. He knew he could live up to the expectations many had set for him, yet his pulse raced the longer he spent on the surface, heart beating in an agonizing rhythm at the thought of those he loved- he commanded getting harmed before him as he stood there unable to so much as help.

Why?

Why is he spared the pain Rapi and others face? Was it pity? That he was a squishy human that couldn't handle the league Nikkes were in?

“Did you really fall asleep in the bathroom Commander?” Anis chirped from the now open door seeing her Commander jolt awake.

“Hm? Anis?” What was she doing here?

Gesturing around her with that look she made whenever things got a bit wacky, the soaking man went about adjusting himself almost slipping on nothing in particular, the room temp waters cluing him in on where he happened to passed out, “Oh? Guess I dozed off then.”

Anis hummed, “Mhm…and I also have a long day ahead of me with Neon so unless you wanna bathe together, I suggest scoochin’.” Rolling his eyes at the suggestion, the Commander took note of the ease of which his grenadier stripped before him, the act momentarily leaving him stupefied before the realization struck him.

This was Anis they were talking about. She wasn’t nearly as bold as some other Nikkes were…yet, knowing who he decided to settle with, he’d rather not have Syuen catch wind he was tempting his subordinates by enabling their behaviour.

“Anis.”

“Hm?” The Nikke acknowledged, her hands steadily inching for her bra.

“I’m naked.” The man commented though the most important bits remained submerged.

The face Anis so desperately struggled to hide slipped for the slightest moment at the man’s sudden exclamation, her features ever so subtly warming (Or as subtle as Laplace is)

“I-I know…and?”

“And…I’d like some privacy. Give me 5 minutes to change.” The Commander informed barely stopping himself from laughing seeing his grenadier's expression.

“Wha- How! Tha- I WASN’T MAKING A MOVE OR ANYTHING! I’m nothing like any of those hussies jumping at you any chance they get!” Anis barked dismissing her now flushed features, “You get 10 minutes! Hurry up or I’m getting in there regardless!” Hearing the door click shut at her sentence’s end, the dull ache of that dream returned a moment later, body dipping further in the scented bath he made likely hours ago.

He really shouldn't be laughing.

He’ll have to follow up with Mary to figure out his issues when he had the time. Was there a therapist he could see?

Wouldn't that be funny?

“I really should tell them they’re on vacation shouldn’t I?” Letting the hair atop his mind rest and dry, the taller Commander quickly outfitted himself with his once discarded pants, internally reprimanding himself for forgetting a change of clothes in his room.

Stepping past the door, the man found himself face to face with a still miffed Anis meeting the eye of the slightly shorter woman, her small pout ever adorable on those puffy features of hers.

He patted her head.

“Wah-?!”

“Group meeting in an hour, are Rapi and Neon still sleeping?”

Anis ignored the hand still patting her head, “Y-yeah, it’s almost nine so Rapi should be getting up soon. You know how she is with schedules.” The grenadier joked.

“Alright, Bathroom’s all yours.” Practically leaving the ‘naked’ Nikke on her lonesome, Anis remained motionless within the hall hearing the Commander slip into his room, her mind still processing the rather tame outcome of the recent events.

‘Barely a few glances? Is this bra not sexy enough?’ She wasn’t on her hands begging for the man’s attention but a little acknowledgement would be nice.

“Damn him!” Who needed that handsome piece of work anyways!

30 minutes later

Utterly relieved she could sleep in the following week, Anis remained on the nearby couch with a smile gracing her lips, Neon seen humming a tune also content with life she could live having more time to work on her firepower. Both Nikkes were seen babbling to the other whilst Rapi remained wordless at her Commander’s desk, her posture almost serving to trick the Commander to the surface layer that was his second’s character….yet he knew better.

Rapi’s shoulders and legs were relaxed with a gaze that spoke of a weight being removed from her conscience. Her guard was even down slouching even in her new uniform.

She was comfortable, she was happy…even if her posture betrayed her honest emotions, “Very well Commander, if that is what you wish to do we will stand by your side.” Rapi voiced, quickly falling back into her persona.

“‘If maSteR wisHes It So’ I’d be more concerned if the Commander WANTED more work on his plate. I’m not sure if you noticed but we slept for fourteen hours yesterday!” Anis humored.

“She’s not wrong.” Neon added.

“Sorry for not acting on those paid leaves sooner, I honestly forgot I had them.” The Commander informed.

“Better late than never I say….though I do have to admit having a whole three months to ourselves is quite nice.” 

Grinning even as she rose from her cushioned throne to stretch, Anis continued, “I feel so excited I wanna do EVERYTHING before we have to head out again! You know how many movies I’ve been meaning to watch?”

Rapi slouched for the slightest moment, her features quizzical scanning the frame of her friend, “Assuming we aren’t called for anything drastic like group outings to the surface, we are never truly off the clock should the Central Government or the Commander deem it necessary.” 

Neon stuck her tongue out before plopping on the floor, “Buzzkill!”

“Buzzkill!” Anis added as well.

Loosening his posture, the Commander remained silent allowing his career long squadmates to banter with another. He’s glad to have been by their side, glad that Rapi, whether she knew it or not, was becoming more open to these times of lightheartedness even making a joke at Neon’s expense almost making Anis stumble over herself.

Even so, his mind was elsewhere patiently waiting for a response from his most adorable and beloved gi-

 

Ping!

 

“Neon you can’t lift me- hmm?” Rapi went about joking before pausing, both her and Neon taking a glance at the phone before Rapi.

“That’s me.” The Commander interjected reaching his device, “Ah, Regardless Neon, It’s a bit embarrassing to say but you do know my body weight has doubled due to Red Hood’s influence right?”

Stepping past the grounded Neon, the Commander quickly slipped on a nearby pair of footwear doing well to hide his knowing of the familiar ringtone, ‘Two messages….’ Opening the contact before leaning on the staircase’s railing, the Commander quickly gleamed through the woman’s responses now that she was online.

 

 

This was….wait, maintenance? Since when was Missilis undergoing repairs? He was sure something like that would of been mentioned in passing at one point or another?

Her surprise was justified, he still didn’t believe he really had three whole months to himself.

Answering the facetime request with a callous grin of his own, the Commander met his lover’s eye dripping with suspicion at his bold claim, Syuen’s features appearing indifferent yet her curiosity betrayed the veil she cast.

She really was something wasn’t she? “******, are you sure you’re even allowed to take that much time off? HOW did you get that much time off- who did you bang to GET that much leeway?!” The man hummed at her interrogations.

“Forgot I had some vacation days saved up. If you want I can retract them and head back out if it's a problem.”

Syuen rolled her eyes, “Like you’d be stupid enough to do that. Regardless, what do you plan on doing? These Goverment lap dogs are pissing me off to where I might just rip my arms off and beat them to death with it! You alone? I need a distraction right now.” Syuen ranted from her office, her eyes seemingly set across the expanse of the Ark’s skyline.

“Sure, I need to finish up some work anyways…” Gazing beyond the distant gates for the Outpost, a thought overcame the Commander, his lips already moving quicker than his mind would have liked, “Want me to pick you up? You can spend the day.” 

Syuen’s brow rose at the invitation, a callous smile gracing her relieved features complimenting the gaze her lover held. Just talking to him made her day a bit better, “Hmm? Suspicious….”

The Commander snorted adjusting his button up, “No tricks, I promise. Is the Ceo of Missilis wanting something to happen?” Syuen’s fingers quickly met her chin, the act barely hiding the pitiful sounds of her laughter, “Fiiiine fine I’ll bite. I need to get some work done as well. Let me know when you’re outside.”

“Love you.”

“Mhmm” Syuen hummed.

“Love you….”

“Uhuh.” Syuen humored again, quickly turning her nose to the air.

“Nevermind then, stay where you are.” The Commander kidded, almost letting his tick get the better of him seeing Syuen’s quick reaction.

“God you’re so annoying” Syuen mewled, violet gaze rolling once more before meeting the sea of hazel that was her Commander’s, an incredulous smile betraying the irritated look she wanted to make, “You’re such cornball you know that?”

“Love you too.” Feeling her face warm at the familiar words, Syuen slouched ever so slightly from her seat, her embarrassment evident with her silent exhale.

“Happy? We aren’t teenagers anymore you prick, you’re too old to be doing this.”

“That was corny wasn’t it? Don’t worry I’ll make up for it.”

Waving goodbye to the slender fingers across the phone, the line quickly died leaving the Commander on his lonesome; only the winds present through the immediate area meeting him. ‘I should clean up beforehand. Maybe I missed something.’ He doubts the room was a mess but any man would prefer bringing his lady into a neat space begging the question almost coming naturally.

How will he be getting the rest of the Counters out?

Before that train of thought could be conceived, the Commander was made aware to the hiss of his door sliding open, three familiar Nikkes seen bounding out the room wringing along a less than willing Rapi by her cuffs.

“Oh Maaaaaaster~ Rapi here says she hasn’t seen Shimmer’s 1-4. Wanna tag along her journey of being reborn post Shimmer?” Neon invited.

The Commander paused, letting himself truly digest the weight of what Neon had just laid on him. “Rapi hasn’t what? ”

“I’m not particularly fond of most movies, I doubt I’ll enjoy this anymore than I tolerate the Ark Rangers.” Rapi attempted to plead, glancing at both Anis and the Commander to see reason.

“Shimmer is nothing like The Ark Rangers!” Both Anis and the Commander corrected.

“Not you too Commander…” The now chaingun wielder sighed.

“You tagging’ Commander? I doubt you’d wanna miss this!” Anis goaded.

….She wasn’t exactly wrong either. Shimmer is still somehow underrated despite almost everyone who’s seen it describing it to be something no human nor Nikke had ever made before. 

He really shouldn’t miss this… gods knew he really was debating whether he should attend. 

Holding both a heavy heart with shame passing through his features, the Commander turned to the side unable to meet his peers’ eyes, “I have to write up a few documents for tonight…I’ll have to pass on that invitation.” Why did lying to his squad have to HURT so much?

Anis, god bless her beautiful soul, almost collapsed at the mere suggestion of work taking president over an incident such as this. Nonetheless, she swallowed the hurl of curses directed towards the big wigs at the Central government for their treatment of her beloved Commander.

“We see. No worries Commander, we’ll let Rapi tell you all about it when we come back.” Neon called with a heavy heart.

Silent in their steps, the trio soon maneuvered past their crestfallen superior, Rapi quickly turning back to mouth help from her Commander…yet, a lone tear began trailing the man’s jawline at the fact, her silent pleas likely falling on stubborn ears only to receive her Commander’s affirmation.

‘Enjoy yourself.’ His lips read.

Shimmer couldn’t possibly be that good could it?

………………………………………….

Three hours have passed.

 

Scribble scribble

 

He may have underestimated the workload Rapi willingly chose to enamour herself with. Feathering his temples as his eyes fell to what remained of his workload, a groan quickly found itself passing his lips, his frustration steadily rising at the redundancies seen in the documents.

The sheer number he had to scan felt immeasurable.

Even with a good nights rest alongside the boost in his psyche knowing he had so much free time on his hands, the very sight of a tedious task whittled his reason to live. Alas, the Ceo seated beside him seemed to be in a dilemma much like his own thankfully…

 

Why is he thankful for that?

‘Just get it over with…’ What he needed to do wasn’t hard in the slightest, just drop his signature here and there and write a few statements if the document called for it…yet the amount he had to sign…

Was he even making a dent? 

‘I want to pester herrrr.’ His gaze fell to the shorter woman muttering to herself on his left, tablet seen with various outfits rendered on women in varying poses.

Turning yet another page, the Commander’s pen neatly slid upon the sheets before him, the repeated motion almost becoming muscle memory to him.

 

Tap tap tap

 

Syuen fared no better either. Letting intent guide her hand across the tablet’s screen, the Ceo attempted to finalize the render of the newest Nikkes hailing from Missilis’ theory department, already having done through a dozen outfit ideas she made hours prior. 

Feeling an inkling of exhaustion finally cross her figure, a silent yawn came from the Ceo’s lips, amethyst eyes seen glancing at the man working so diligently at her side, his features rather enthralled with his work more so than usual.

‘So much on his plate…’ Just looking at those papers gave her a headache.

Speaking of…peeking atop the officer’s downed sea of braids (was it always untied?) Syuen took a moment to map just how badly the Commander’s edges had grown. 

Gone were the expertly weaved braids she formed using the potential his longer hair provided and in its place stood the messiest…filth she’s had the displeasure of seeing hastily thrown together.

This couldn’t stand!

“Which one of your women let your hair grow out so horribly?” The Ceo questioned reaching for her bag.

Doing a once over of the formerly silent Ceo, the Commander mulled over the proposed question returning to the hell that was the Surface. Oftentimes he had to act on impulse pulling Neon or Rapi away from a Rapure’s primary fire sneaking up on them after expending too far from cover, often will Rapi or Anis forcibly drag him to retreat once the hoards of Raptures became too much for them squad to bare. He despised himself for the amount of times he lost consciousness when it mattered most on the surface just for his team to pick up the pieces.

They also jumped out of a five story building as the windows were getting shattered due to flight borne Raptures of flight that one time.

He and Neon had to crawl beneath cars to escape a lord class Rapture when the two were out gathering stuff for Eden as well.

Then came a heretic….

 

”No clue.” He answered.

 

“Well, due to your negligence this is gonna hurt~” Syuen gingerly whispered behind a now weary Commander.

Since when did she get back there? “Wai wha-”

It itched… god it itched .

It was fine when the Ceo began undoing his style whilst he ran through his documents, her ease foolishly goading him to assume getting his hair rebraided wouldn’t be as painful as the last.

What a stupid, stupid boy he was.

It felt like his own hair was trying to rip itself from his scalp with how tight the sadist twisted his braids, the pain of it genuinely bringing a tear to his eyes.

Mind you he’s gotten shot twice in his shoulder and showed less emotion. “W-why do you hate me like this?” The Commander sorely questioned feeling his lover’s fingers wrestle his hair into submission.

Syuen snickered at the question, “To teach you not to take those stupidly long missions from the Central Government you dolt!” Syuen reprimanded, tugging the Commander’s head to the side combing out a part to retwist, “Do you know how boring it's been these past months? I work then I sleep, work, sleep, meetings, eat, repeat! It's been like this for the past 4 months! It’s not like you’re always free to talk on the surface and I doubt your bucket of….your Nikkes would fall for the shifty schtick again.” His love ranted frustratingly, just about finishing up with the first quarter of the man’s hair.

What could he say to show he felt just as horrible about the time apart as she did? The disappearing messages sent whenever he was afforded a moment of rest was mostly centred on what the Ceo behind him was getting up to. The nights were especially the best.

Rapi (he was beginning to think she just didn’t sleep despite the day before) was in his corner easing him away at times to talk with the tiny Ceo. The small obsession he had of her during the time apart actually made Syuen block contact for a day or two, her calling a while later to hear his voice again.

It warmed his soul knowing she missed him just as much, her antics so damn adorable when someone wasn’t in your ear telling you she’s the worst of the big three.

“You did send that one image some weeks ago.” The fingers digging in his hair stopped, Syuen's hold on the comb she had almost slipping to her embarrassment.

“You still remember that?” She was so quiet all of a sudden returning to the activity she did before. The act honestly amusing the seated man. “How could I forget?” It was the first time sending something like.”

What was the word Maiden used that one time…?

 

Sexting! That's what they were doing.

The Commander giggled, “Rian almost caught us doing something so stupid.” His features warmed with blood remembering the video call.

“It was so stupid….” Yeah she was dying of her own cringe alright. The things lust has made her do she wouldn't even consider even drunk.

“We can do it again right?”

“...We'll see.” Syuen answered returning to her given task, lips pecking the cheek of her handsome partner rolling her eyes to the dumb smile he made.

No kidding, 2 hours later

“There! That should hold for the next few weeks.” Passing her lover a handled mirror from her bag, The Commander took note of the familiar hairstyle barely spotting the odd strand of hair wanting to fuzz off his head, “I forgot to ask but what’re you working on over there?” The man questioned leaning over to peek at the Ceo’s screen.

Retaking the seat with a curt exhale, Syuen took a moment to swivel on the seat wondering how best to word the small dilemma she's been facing, “You ever had days where you wanted to blow something up?” The Ceo questioned tapping the end of her stylus against her tablet.

The Commander nodded, “Well it got me thinking, Intrusive thoughts or not these thoughts are still there for humans and Nikkes alike. The only difference being the latter having the strength to carry out their tendencies.”

“Instead of treating the symptoms that were stopping a Nikke too far gone by gun fire, why not shoot the problem in the leg and take an easier route of trying to understand and validate why they feel the way they do?” Syuen began, “Looking at the work you do with these ‘advise’ sessions of yours. I’ve personally seen an increase in productivity Electric shock, Mighty Tools and even Matis all within a month of each other.”

The Commander sat up paying a bit more attention to what his love was saying.

“Missilis stock has skyrocketed as a result and who am I to let this snowball roll on by?” 

“Developing a squad specialising in shrinking….are you trying to drive me out of a job?” The Commander joked, “It isn’t a bad idea, at the end of the day humans and Nikkes still need to talk with someone. Still, the Ark doesn’t care about its Nikkes. What’s your plan for this?”

Sitting up at the proposed question, a cheeky grin befell the Ceo already sending alarms to him, “Oh my dear dear Commander… you will be the one solving that problem.” 

The Commander blinked.

“Hmm?” Ignoring his confusion for the moment, Syuen continued, “A physical, clinical and physiological therapist should cover the baseline of what I need from those scrap heaps, it still baffles me 1 in every 6 hospitals in this shithole has a registered therapist inside of them.” Syuen mumbled indiscriminately.

“Non-combatant Nikkes…this squad has a name yet?” The Commander questioned seeing the Ceo scoff, “Of course they do, production shouldn’t take longer than a month but it isn’t their names I’m worried about.”

“Ever since we tucked our tails between our legs and ran underground, the Ark has spat the notion of empathy out its doors to where there isn’t enough information to build these Nikkes on. How did those imbeciles let this happen?” Syuen huffed.

“Which is why you want me to teach them in a way?” The Commander finished seeing Syuen nod a second after.

“I wouldn’t be asking this if I knew any other option other than those crappy self help guides posted on the internet. The actual information shouldn’t take longer than a month to gather; rather I’ll have to talk with Jien again to take it to the board for total control and whatnot.” The woman finished almost missing the quizzical look her man gave.

“Jien?” 

Glancing up to the Commander’s inquiry, Syuen quickly returned to her tablet to render the almost ‘mom-ish’ look the leader of the trio will have, already starting to sketch the next outfit the smallest of three three would be wearing “No-one you need to worry about. You’ll meet her eventually enough.”

 

….vague?

 

Returning to their work in a welcomed silence soon after, Syuen quickly maneuvered into her lover’s lap continuing her sketches to where he couldn't ignore the greatest treasure to ever exist being her holy self.

An annoyance passed through her mind. Night was approaching and she’s damn near wasted the entire day on her tablet rather than mercilessly bullying her beloved into giving into pampering her.

His heart quickened at the act.

Taking the hint without rebuttal, the man brought his arms to rest around the Ceo's waist, barely able to reach his pen given the angsty woman's monopoly over his being.

“Feel free to admire my work dimwit~ I could use the praise.” his beloved goaded bringing an eye roll he couldn't hide.

 

He held her tighter.

 

She was an amazing costume designer rivaling several other brands in terms of sheer creativity as seen from the ladies on her roster. 

Who knew her and Rupee shared such a passion and attention to detail when it came to the costumes their women wore? 

Regardless, it never failed to amuse the man feeling how much smaller his love was compared to him. She felt so fragile in his arms yet was anything but. Gods her scent was one of a kind; a blend of lavender, coconut and the pineapple of her sunscreen fell on the line of sensory overload for his arousal. 

Pinching the plump of her stomach with no reprocessions allowed him to appreciate just how taken care of his lover was. Not a blemish, a cut nor scrape was seen under the layers she no doubt wore in meeting him..

He might not understand makeup and foundations but his time around so many ladies clued him in of the importance of keeping an eye for it.

“....” His lips met the tips of her ears, the sudden act, while surprising for her, went without complaint or insult bringing his tongue over the warmth rushing to the small feature. 

He wanted to explore more of her as if she were a renaissance painting, her beauty like brush strokes on the malleable paper.

Her clothes were a material he’s yet to accurately describe, smooth yet crisp with a hint of seam to them…not to mention the skirt she so proudly walked around in easily arousing those those dared glance in her direction.

Slender legs that went on for miles, feet both spotless and firm to the touch with the allure to manipulate her sensuality…how could one woman be so effortlessly arousing despite doing the mundane?

Simply locked in his hold like this allowed him to fall so obsessively all over again.

 

Ping

 

His phone vibrated bringing the officer to tighten the hold he had of his love ever more, a smile playing at the ends of his lips.

When will he realise Syuen's long since paused her work, body more than willing to rock with the sway the one who held her made.

How loved she felt in this moment…

Finally.

Tracing circles around her abdomen, the Commander let his lips taste the ichor of her own gently pulling her jaw to his.

How cute it was the woman he held attempted to downplay how much she appreciated the act.

“You’re not tired staring at that screen the whole day?” The one she loved wondered a tad.

“It’s called being productive you know, you should try it sometimes.” 

Rolling his eyes at the subtle jab, the Commander slouched ever so slightly into his chair, his hold loosening around the woman's waist, “Come on, take a break and walk with me. I’ve got something to show you.”

 

Peeking behind herself to see the Commander’s smile, Syuen remained weary that that signature air of mischievousness surrounding him…she doesn’t recall any act she's done warranting a gift nor was she expecting one to begin with

What was the boy planning?

“Fine….” What an odd man he was.

 

……….

 

The cascading streetlights above bled in sequence in the vehicle they drove, both Commander and Ceo nodded to the tracks bumping via his lover’s Playlist.

….her music taste was…”Please tell me you listen to Front Streets…” The Commander pleaded turning the corner.

Sure they were underground but the band of misfits were so underra- “Of course I do. Who do you take me for?”

 

“...”

 

“....”

 

“I-I gotta kiss you for that.”

Syuen snorted at the compliment, fingers tracing the touch screen display of the radio to switch Playlists. 

Immediately that first track, the one Noise used to lure his fragile and mushy mind into the world of music rather than song…the upbeat tempo was a breath of fresh air compared to the jumbled mess playing prior.  

While humming to the beat with a gaze dancing outside the windows before the midnight Ark, Syuen brought those very eyes to note just how nonchalant the Commander was, finger tapping to the rhythm against the wheel carefree as he could be. 

There was no reason to be suspicious about this supposed ‘surprise’ yet her being in public with the taller man always brought a sense of foreboding unease she hated in her soul. 

She had no reason to feel anxious let alone tense, yet the Ark was a place festering with filth and maggots waiting in silence for an opportunity to poison.

She didn’t want her lover to face the slander she’s grown to tolerate simply by association with her.

The car soon slowed to a stop some place familiar, “Here we are.” That incredible voice announced pulling Syuen from her thoughts.

‘Hmm?’

Parking just beneath a luminous streetlight, Syuen felt her eyes widen knowing where exactly she'd ended up, the familiar gates of the Ark’s central park beyond the car's glass leaving her in disbelief. 

 

No genuinely what was his plan?

 

“The park? You’re telling me we drove somewhere so we could walk?!”

Grinning at the fact, the Commander both opened and rounded the car’s door before reaching the passenger’s side, “Just follow me will you? I promise you’ll love this.” He assured, his gaze lingering through the sterile streets.

Quieter than a mouse, the Ark held a certain charm when a silence befell it, the only thing to be heard was the ambiance of the casino miles in the opposing direction.

Allowing Syuen out the car with a hand, the Ceo gave a cursory glance beyond the streets wondering who she’d have to mean eye to get them out her business…who knew the Ark could be so silent when it wanted to? “How…?”

Hearing a subtle shift at her side, Syuen met the eyes of the Commander now posted by the gate’s entrance, his posture obviously goading her to follow him and match his pace…’This guy…’

“I don’t know how you did it but credit where it is due, I never figured the Ark could be this eerie.” Syuen mumbled stepping past the silver entrance, forging the need for a disguise as per the man's instructions

“Made a few calls before you came, too many people owe me favors.”

Letting the white noise of the Ark drown what would otherwise be a nurturing walk, Syuen brought her gaze over the golden ponds glowing beneath the ‘moonlight’, several patches of snow and fireflies seen littering the area.

What an incredible sight it made walking these trails…

 

How could the Park feel so alive? 

 

Goosebumps ran her skin not made by the cold but the overwhelming vigor that filled her body. She felt both listless and determined just by being in the spacious area. 

Off in the distance sat a few residents also enjoying the silence this time of night carried, Syuen noting one such person being far too engrossed with a novel they read while another a distance away practiced Yoga…odd.

Taking the Commander’s hand into her own, the two continued to roam about content with the other's company, feet more than willing to waste however many steps.

“Watch your step.” Freezing at his words atop the blades of grass, Syuen quickly scanned her feet wondering if she is about to step in some random dog’s shi-

There were petals of a Lignum Vitae scattered around a blanket…

Atop it were several well wrapped items she raised a brow to, her hold within the Commander’s hands instinctively tightening hovering over the quaint site, “I’m sorry. I never intended to spend so much time away.”

“Before I realised, five months had passed and we’d barely had time to ourselves.” Handling the woman as if she could shatter, the Commander brought Syuen to a seat atop the blankets holding a variety of warm meals, his fingers tracing patterns through his lover’s palm.

“I’ll be better to you, I don’t know how I’ll manage but I’ll find a way to not be on the surface for months at a time, I know you can’t live long without me anyways.” That thoughtful voice humored, a handsome finding home on his lips.

Lips she couldn't take her eyes from, “I’m all yours for tonight my love, how’ve you been these few months? It slipped my mind to ask.”

Leaning back to reach for a pair of glasses, a thought lingered in the recesses of her mind mulling over the words that hung her ears. Why was he apologising? Did he seriously think she was upset at him for being away?

She wanted to slap the upside of his head for thinking she was upset at him for simply doing his job, for thinking she wasn't capable of holding down the fort for half the year…

Nevertheless, it warmed her body knowing she was someone he should rightfully be doing everything in his power to please.

Still, ‘my love?’ “Corny…” Syuen chuckled, raising the glass before her.

“I know, I know, I just wanted to see how you’d react.” Pouring the aged liquid into her glass, both felt a mewl of pleasure pass through their lips enjoying the way the wine danced along their senses.

“Dolla’s? Who knew you had such a refined platte…” Syuen complimented, lips already finishing going for a second sip.

“Just one of these bottles costs an arm and a leg, it’s good having favours to call on.” It scared him how much a simple aged liquid was priced, never will he waste credits on ‘refined’ wine of all things.

Feeling a snicker slip past, Syuen enjoyed the stories her lover shared with his time on the surface as they partook in the prepared meals, his storytelling capabilities oddly well thought out with intentionally misleading details in his dialect when it came to major plot points…he knew how to make his words engaging rather than rambling on and on.

It felt humiliating to admit, but she’s always been fascinated by how much knowledge the man possessed at any given moment. Aloof as he was when he wanted to be, Syuen grinned knowing his character was one veiled in a drug she couldn’t get enough of.

Why was she so addicted to this nerdishly brave Commander? Why was she so enamoured with a human so empathetic yet resolute when it came to what he believed in…he was inspiring. 

Never will she admit it to his face though, his ego is big enough as it is.

Time passed within the easygoing atmosphere, the petite Ceo seen pulling another glass of Dolla’s past her lips missing the thin trail connecting her to its rims. Today felt so long yet every second seemed so meaningful.

Gazing into the appreciative amethysts of Syuen's gaze, the two took a moment to truly appreciate the other’s figure before them. 

Clothes that steadily rode or fell stirred those burning bits of arousal within them, their attraction amplified by the delicious liquid inebriating most their thoughts.

The disheveled collar allowed a peek of the muscle it held beneath as a form fitting top clung to the Ceo’s body showing just the slightest bit of pudge from her belly.

The sight grew too much for the couple leaning on the other’s shoulder against the bark of a tree, gazes swimming in the skies holding a myriad of stars ripe with familiar constellations. 

Syuen’s hand feathered the Commander’s more than content with the cool of the night. Her heart was full with a mind as clear as the sky no matter the alcohol she drank…this was nice. This was amazing.

….”Kiss me.” The Ceo mumbled.

“No playing hard to get?” The man wandered already scooting closer to his tipsy lover.

“Just…just for tonight you oaf. I want you too much to keep up appearances…”

Bringing a finger across the Commander’s approaching jaw, Syuen brushed her thumb against those homely lips as if they were a friend lost to time, the two now inches before another both tempting the distance.

Just for today…only today will she allow herself to fall for him and the silly games he plays.

“You’re lucky I tolerate you…” Feeling a spark shoot through her spine, Syuen melted on the familiar taste of wine staining her Commander’s lips, his scent almost intoxicating to her meeting him this close again.

She’ll enjoy the morning while it’s young…the new year is coming in the next few days anyways. She wonders what her lover will do for her then.

“That dog…” A voice cursed.

“Of all the women practically throwing themselves at him, that midget is the one he falls for…ironic isn’t it?” Another reasoned from her seat, ruby irises watching the intimate scene with little to really say

“I’ve always hated sharing what I deem my own…yet Syuen blatantly disregards this as if she owned the man!” Sakura huffs.

“Who knew she had such a soft side for Mister…I wanna smooch him too.” the head of Hedonia half joked seeing just how livid the leader of the Semikai was.

“-And how dare the Commander ask such a favour from us knowing how important he is to me?!”

Placing a hand on the crestfallen Nikke, Rosanna felt an inkling of sympathy for her teammate, her humor however quickly overshadowing this concern, “Tell me, has Mister ever made a move on you?”

Sakura remained silent.

“Have you ever wondered why he often strays away from the topic of sex during our consults?”

“Now you know why…he was hitched all along.” Chuckling both at the situation and Sakura’s expression, the Nikke in question scoffed at her partner’s antics, finding it hard to disagree with her sound logic for once.

….No really, can they stop kissing already?

Notes:

Shout out to Kino on discord if he sees this, you cool as hell for them theories

Chapter 4: NEW YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARS

Summary:

Think of this like a slice of life fic….ig idk I just wanna write smut wit a lil plot

Also making a bit of a retcon. Shikikum has been a Commander for 7 years and has been with our queen for 3 :)

Notes:

I am alive! Lost motivation to write for a bit but it came back and i've steadily been knocking some chaps out the park!

Recently picked up the mentality that I write for me and not anyone else so if yall are wondering why a chapter might take 5 years to come out, I just don't feel like posting.

12 hours before New Years…

“-And that’s why you don't take shit from people stepping outta line Mister. You wouldn’t want them thinking you’re all soft and squishy now would you?” A certain head of Hedonia commented with a tone far more sultry than Citrus could ever be, her fingers remaining neck deep in the midst of re-assembling her firearm.

The Commander hummed from his position upon the couch, “And I get where you’re coming from…but you don’t think you went too far?” Letting gravity return the silver ball he tossed high, the two locked eyes for the briefest moment as an expression of frustration stained the Nikke’s features.

Rosanna scoffed at the idea, ”Did you even listen to what I'd said mister? How would it look on me granting leeway to such a bozo after he made such outrageous demands of us?! 40% of the areas Hedonia and The Semikai managed all because his father was in the central government?!”

“I should have executed him on the spot and spat on his carcass like the nuisance he was!” Slamming her fist Into the wooden table, Rosanna remained agitated taking a moment to steady her pulse through practised breaths.

‘Already following my steps…’ The Commander thought witnessing his mock patient return to her usual docile.

“I know, I know…deep breaths and all.” Rosanna rolled her eyes, “It’s not like I personally had it out for the guy, I didn't, it's just a matter of image. You know how mucky the Outer Rim is.” Rosanna finished, twirling a part of her weapon between her fingers. 

“True, but torture shouldn't be the first option you come to. Did you try to haggle at all? Was there even a conversation?” 

Rosanna clicked her tongue feeding the rounds into her magazine, “Speaking of, you know those goons who've been troubling us, I'm talking about the whole of Underworld Queen; The Thorns or something?” Rosanna wondered aloud, utterly ignoring the Commander's previous question.

He sighed, nodding shortly after.

“Well Moran found out they were related to that guy I was talking to you about, brothers as a matter of fact...the head of the Thorns I mean.” His migraine was already forming…

The Commander glanced at Nikke seated at his desk, “Before you continue, are they even alive?”

Rosanna snickered, reaching for her stock, truly chuckling even as she attached the wooden finishes for her weapon, “W-who do you take me for Mister? Some gunhead keen on violence and fear as their first form of negotiation?”

The officer remained neutral, “You want an honest answer?” 

Rosanna rolled her eyes, “They're alive Mister~…and thriving too, better than ever when they were at the head of their shitty gangs bothering us.”

Letting his confusion show, Rosanna felt the need to continue already knowing her Mister held questions, “What we did instead of snuffing them out like Moran suggested-”

“Our Moran?” The Commander interrupted.

“They tried to snuff out an orphanage Peony managed.”

“Oh.”

“We instead got them to ‘cooperate’ with Underworld Queen and its allies through a bit of thorough persuasion…like you suggested.” Rosanna grinned, now cross seated on her….seat.

The Commander felt his head.

“Don't look so confused Mister~ Wasn't it you who kept moaning about how violence shouldn't be our question and answer? Sakura proposed a merger with the Thorns and they agreed. All past grievances quelled.”

Letting his mind wonder to what he knew of the named gang, the Commander felt more questions pop up at the Nikke’s reasoning knowing there HAD to be more she remained tight lipped on.

“The same Thorns that poisoned a community and attacked the A.C.P.U.? They merged peacefully?”

“Sakura found out the brothers had families.”

 

“....”

“....”

“....”

“....” 

 

“Are they alive?”

“Of course they are.” Rosanna answered, finishing up her assembly.

 

“Are they physically alright?”

 

“....you sure you want the answer to that Mister?”

The officer felt a breath slip his lips bringing her fingers to rest on his temples, “No…I'm good.” Letting his gaze linger on the now chuckling visage of the Nikke, the man allowed himself to smile knowing how the leader of Headonia was.

She was an anomaly.

This could all be an elaborate lie to simply rouse a reaction from him…then again she could be telling the truth, most people often do when they're in this room.

Loading her magazine, Rosanna ensured Golden Thompson was chambered before ejecting the round soon after, quickly and efficiently twirling the bullet between her digits to place on the desk, “When it comes to the Outer Rim, you've gotta get dirty to survive no matter who you are….I don't think you quite get just how big the Outer Rim is.”

The therapist shrugged, “Always assumed the Ark was larger.” Clicking her tongue at his reason, Rosanna sighed as she stretched, soon reaching her feet within the moment.

“The Ark's about the size of a continent Mister…similar to Europe if I'm led to believe. How much of that space do you think the Outer Rim takes up?”

“Do I even need to answer?”

“Of course you do! Go on, guess.” Rosanna encouraged with a smile adjusting her feet upon her seat.

Readjusting from his lay on the leathered seats, the mock therapist let his mind wander to the Ark…maybe it was mentioned in passing with a debrief by Anderson? Nothing immediately came to mind.

Maybe one of the Ceo’s mentioned its size to compare with something else?....He’d have been not so subtly staring at his girlfriend so that information would have slipped him…alas nothing came up.

He tossed the ball high once more, “Gonna spit ball here, calling it….20%?”

Rosanna chuckled.

“Higher.”

“50?” The Commander mumbled.

“Higherrrr~”

The man's eyes widened, “60?!” “Bingooo! Why do you think you keep running into the same Nikkes over and over in the Ark? The space the ‘habitable’ Ark takes up is so much smaller than the Outer Rim….and to think, not a square inch of it is even remotely profitable.”

Rosanna allowed her legs to carry her around the Commander's office, “So the next time you think the Underworld queen might be underperforming when it comes to the Ark…remember the three of us have nearly a country's worth of space to protect, we really could use a hand Y'know.” Letting her voice fade to linger in her Mister's presence, the Commander hummed in contemplation of her proposal in the gap of silence she made.

He was free for a while….

Yet, any mention of his profession and ‘effort’ in the same sentence actively shortened his will to live by a few seconds. ”Who knows? I'll consider it.”

Rosanna snickered with a sweetness to her tone, “Thank you Mister~ Aren't you reliable?” 

Leaving her treasure to rest at the Commander's desk, the head of Hedonia practically strutted to the Officer's side quelling his momentary surprise with the weight of her body, quickly straddling her Mister atop his seating, “Do you think you could grant me a favor then~?”

His heart sank expecting the weight of the Nikke to finally catch up to him…alas, the Commander braced himself for a weight that never came, curious hazels meeting a cheeky tar longing his attention.

“Surprised? I changed my usual body for a lighter one. Just. For. This. Granted I can't really fire my gun should we get ambushed but….it has other uses. Brand new too, you wanna break it in?” 

Her heat was rising…this feeling in her chest, is this what it's like going after a taken guy? Mister's reactions were so cute though…seen his brain trying to weave a way to reasonably get her off him.

What will those lips of his slip to keep his relationship pure? His heart was oddly steady even in this situation she's made…still, Rosanna somewhat pouted realising she barely aroused the Officer. 

“Doubt I could help with that Rosanna.” Oh he was serious. Her surprise truly was evident in her features.

It's not like he was outwardly pushing her off him but that was the plainest No she's ever been told in one of her advances.

Just how good of a fuck is that bratty Ceo?

“I guess no means no then.” Huffing rather animatedly, Rosanna returned to her truest height once more at the refusal…yet, it stung knowing the tiny bitch caught the only good man the Ark had ever seen.

“Rosanna, why do that?” 

Ouch, that's the nail in the Coffin.

“No need to look so upset Mister~ Just playing around is all.” Rosanna brought herself to a mock surrender, “No harm no foul, I wouldn't want to impose on your relationship.” Rosanna answered, stretching once more before regarding the man, “Who knew the pint size Ceo would be able to hold you…consider me jealous.”

Snickering a while before sitting up, the mock therapist tossed his ball to Rosanna noting how easily she caught the object, “Thank you again for what you and Sakura did for us. I doubt setting that up on such short notice was easy.” Hearing the Nikke scoff, the seated Commander raised a feature of confusion to the busty crime boss.

“Please, Hediona could renovate a building before the day was over. We'd be ashamed of ourselves if it took longer than an hour sourcing those materials.”

Being tossed the rubber object back, the Commander allowed a sigh to reach him stepping off the couch, passing a curious Nikke on his way to his desk, “And I'll take your word for-”

 

Bzzpz

 

Something was vibrating.

 

Bzzpz

 

That wasn't him was it?

“Hold that thought.” Rosanna reached for her pocket, “Busy, what is it?” Stepping a bit to the side to answer whoever it was, a thought slipped through the Commander's head seeing just how far into the afternoon it was.

Was his Ceo up yet?

If she wasn’t angrily mumbling something at someone in her sleep she’s either locked herself in her office to focus or neck deep in more business stuff…‘She's been working on that squad of hers a while now.’ Even though the name alludes him now It’s all she talks about whenever they share a room together. (not sex)

‘She isn't sleeping properly either’….he'll have to visit Missilis again won't he? Once any idea passes her mind it makes no sense talking her out of it.

Still, he does have some time to kill before his next advise session, Rosanna usually stayed for 30 minutes before magically being summoned away once the half hour had passed. He could make lunch? Possibly a little something for the Elysion Nikke he had in the next few minutes….

‘Who is it anyways?’ Ignoring the fact Rosanna was now screaming at whoever it was on the phone, The Commander let his finger carry him to the universal app Elegg had made…was he getting old? “Absolute and ‘The one winged Deity from the heavens.” ….Vesti likes anything in a bowl, Emma prefers things with a crunch and Eunhwa just eats whatever’s before her….aside from whatever Emma makes.

He’ll have to take that risk and assume it’s Eunhwa coming, it has been a while since the two of them went to the surface and all. 

“Damn it, I leave for two seconds and they've already taken out 40 percent?! Are you people even good for anything? WHAT DO I PAY YOU FOR?!” Jolting the therapist from his thoughts, Rosanna’s pace quickened around the Air-conditioned room exaggerating her lividity.

Almost ready to snap her phone in two, the Underworld Nikke damn near blitzed to her Thompson checking its interior and and rigidness, “Just hold them off I'm on the way!” Rosanna paused.

Groaning for the slightest moment, the head of Hedonia allowed her fingers to soothe her temples, “YES I NEED AN ESCORT, YOU THINK I CAN RUN TO THE OUTER RIM IN 5 MINUTES?! Just meet me around Missilis it's closer- and stay on the phone!” 

“Was it the Thorns?” The Commander wondered.

Quickly stepping to the door as he spoke, Rosanna nodded reaching for her boots, “Yep, turns out the worst case scenario just happened and all three heads of Underworld Queen had been compromised, what I don't understand is how 10 people could have snaked their way into the Semeikai of all gangs and poison it! Was Sakura fucking around with her thumb up her ass or did she allow this?!”

Typing the last of her laces faster than her maw could have moved, Rosanna took a few steps out the room before stopping all of a sudden, the lack of boots clambering down the stairs (or the impact of a body hitting the pavement) brought a thought of confusion through the Commander.

“......Rosanna? I could drop you off if you want.” Silence. She didn't reply. 

“Nah, wouldn't want to bother you and take up the rest of your time.” Her voice breathed uncharacteristically quiet for a woman of her status, “I really am sorry for that little stunt I did Mister…water under the bridge?”

 

“....” 

 

“....”

 

He could use this to his favour though. It wasn’t the first a Nikke came onto him…Rapunzel existed. It made no sense holding it against her but boundaries had to be set. “No worries.”

Rosanna scrutinized the man, her eyes somewhat thinning seeing his expression, “No…I won’t leave you with this sour impression of me. How about I hand you another voucher from a favour from Hedonia? Free of charge.” The Nikke grinned.

Success! “Why not, that makes it…10 favours I can call in now? Are you sure this is alright?” The Commander queried.

Assuring he was alright with a smile, Rosanna took off not a second later diving off the side of the stairway before recovering on the stretch of asphalt,  her boots carrying her faster than she could think to an elevator to the Ark….speak of, does she remember she’s in a lighter body?

No sense worrying about it now, who knew when the next Nikke from Absolute will show, “I’ll prepare something.” Standing up with a light strain, the Commander allowed his mind to wander making haste to the kitchen’s island.

‘3 O'clock’s quickly approaching…’ He’ll have to run through the final checks with Mustang and the rest. Eccentric as the French Ceo was, Mustang was oddly generous when it came to grandiose events such as this.

The Commander reached for the ingredients in the fridge closing the door soon after, ‘I offered to fund it alone…yet he wouldn’t take no as an answer.’ The mock counselor simply wished to recreate the sights he and Syuen witnessed during their first year together…yet, he couldn’t believe he allowed the oddly strong Ceo to convince him otherwise.

Letting a huff of air pass his lips, the Commander began working on his melted footlong utterly oblivious to the Nikke now standing beyond the door frame.

He reached for the leftover meat, ‘Still, this’ll be good for her. Some time away from that tablet ought to be nice.’ Laying the last of the authentic cheese he had, the man dissected the sandwich in threes chucking the small lunch into the microwave to melt, ‘That stress is for later, I have to be present for this session just like the others.’

‘Rosanna preferred a less serious environment to let her frustrations truly free, the same as Vesti and Emma…Eunhwa on the other hand could only truly be ‘comfortable’ when a task is before her…it’s the only way for him to get to the root of her problems.’ Yet, he had no such task on him, the best he had was the last of his digital reports to sign.

….He sighed again, placing the last footlong into the microwave.

 

What a dilemma.

Eunhwa's voice died on her glaring daggers at the unaware Commander.

 

He was better than… this ; leaving his guard down so recklessly.

Leaning against his island, the Commander remained oblivious noting the timer’s steady decline, “Eunhwa regards laziness with scorn, simply lying about won’t do me any favours…how long has it been since we talked? It’ll be nice catching up.” Gods up above he sounded forty for some reason..ugh.

Placing the now warmed treats on a plate, authentic meat alongside its accessories blended together to form a holy scent filling the whole of the room not seconds in leaving the confines of the microwave- OH he can’t wait to dig in!

Returning to his desk with a pep in his otherwise excited step, the taller officer quickly brought the plate upon his desk moving to regard his phone.

It’d be rude eating when his patient wasn’t present…god he hopes Eunhwa comes assuming its her to begin wi-

“I’m disappointed in you punk.” An airy voice commented, almost frightening the one the criticism was directed towards, “E-Eunhwa! How long have you been there?”

Said leader of the greatest squad Elysion had to offer sat before her counselor, thin eyes yielding disappointment from their bluish tint, “The entire time. Here I assumed you had your witts in order; leaving your guard so carelessly open like that can get you killed.” The Nikke scolded moving to lay Perfectionist on the Commander’s desk.

“I won’t take too much of your time, Absolute’s stay in the armory will last a week…nothing more nothing less. We have a few mission directives of squad retrieval on the Surface, the Outpost is a good middle ground for getting there and back in a reasonable time frame.” Both unloading and cleaning her magazine, the Commander regarded the leader with a small glare of suspicion at her words.

In his months of consulting a number of Nikkes, it wasn’t uncommon to encounter one wanting an ear to listen to their rants without necessarily asking for it. Pride is a common factor, the same as arrogance.

Regardless, Eunhwa was smart. The hassle of setting up a one on one when her words could have easily been spoken over email was no mistake, “Alright, I’ll have someone do a once over the temporary dorms for you three….try not to scare anyone out of the armory.”

Rolling her eyes with a small smile, Eunhwa regarded the scope of Perfectionist once more letting her routine speak for itself, “Speaking of, how have Emma and Vesti been? It’s been a while since they came to visit.”

Eunhwa racked the bolt of a now unloaded Perfectionist, “Good. They’re growing stronger too. Our synergy had always been extraordinary yet Vesti has proceeded all my expectations taking it on herself to carry more weight, Emma as well for that matter.”

“How so?” The Commander wondered moving to bite on his melt.

Eunhwa allowed a smile to frame her lips regarding her team, taking a small moment to gather her thoughts and adjust her slouch, “This month has been Absolute’s busiest in the past decade, we have recovered 100% of all squads we’ve been sent out to find. It makes no sense mentioning the exact number…..yet, never once has Absolute faltered.” Eunhwa sighed, “I’m ashamed to admit it but I would have bitten the bucket far more times than I'd like to admit if it wasn’t for Emma or Vesti, the same for them if we hadn’t been looking out for each other.”

Eunhwa rested a finger on her forehead, “I couldn’t be any prouder…even when our Commander had taken a hit during a rescue op, the mission was completed without a hitch.” Pausing his snacking to acknowledge what the Nikke had mentioned, the Commander raised a brow at the woman, “Your Commander took a hit? And none of you got in trouble for it?” 

 

“....”

 

“....”

 

“....”

 

Eunhwa’s gaze glowered to the man before her, “We are the best Elysio- no, the Ark has to offer. It makes no sense punishing us for something we had no control over….despite the protests of that pushover of a Commander.”

“It’s for this reason we’ve begun recording our excursions to the Surface knowing the foolishness those greenhorns try to pull. Those jackasses push themselves out of cover to marvel at the battlefield almost wanting their heads reduced to a red mist” Leaning back into her chair, Eunhwa’s fist tightened at the memories barely acknowledging her fingers playing with a round of Perfectionists’ mag, “Time and time again, over and over they think they’re invincible once they’ve been assigned to us knowing our rate of success. They don’t listen, they propose strategies with no forethought leading with no directive….and the worst part is we must pay for their fuck ups….”

“I’ve lost count of how many times my limbs had gotten blown off protecting some good for nothing greenhorn slop with an ego larger than the Ark with NONE of the skill to back it up.”

“Over and over I have to watch as Emma or Vesti crawl back to Ingrid to ask for a replacement limb or chunk of their body they’ve lost protecting some good for nothing bottom feeder the Central Government shilled onto us…It sickens me.” Eunhwa sighed returning to her sniper’s upkeep.

“The worst part wasn’t the fact this system has led to the mortality rate of Commanders all across the ark to sky rocket, but the fact Ingrid had almost no say when it comes to these things. She just has to roll with the punches like everyone else in a system almost purposefully intended as a way to legally murder these people.” 

The Commander resonated with the frustrations Eunhwa had, he truly did. He always wondered why a human Commander had to accompany a Nikke unit to the surface when even the slightest graze from a Rapture’s cannon can rip their limbs off due to feedback alone, “They’re trying to recreate the conditions that led to New hope and the Legendary Commander coming to be. Why else would otherwise useless liabilities be sent alongside Nikkes?” It’s not like he hated his species, but humans had no place on the surface in its current state.

Eunhwa remained silent mulling over the reason her friend gave. She came to the realization a long time ago...even so it was nice knowing others came to the same, obvious conclusion as well.

Doing a once over of herself, Eunhwa reached her feet letting her usual face of indifference replace her once ire at the Ark. 

Packing the small supplies she brought to scrutinize her rifle, the Nikke brought her named prize upon her shoulder with a huff of despondency, “Thank you for your time Commander, I hope this isn’t the last we’ll be seeing of each other.” Nodding at her words the office noted the pace at which Absolute’s leader left his room…she was worth observing, someone wanting to connect with others yet her apathy and fear of loss deterred her from doing so.

Just like her teammates, she was just as soft and malleable on the inside even if her exterior was rightfully rigid…

 

Eunhwa returned.

 

“Forgot something?” The Commander questioned.

Seeing the Nikke almost shamefully snatch the last of the offered melt from the plate, Eunhwa disappeared once more beyond his doorway, her steps fading off into the distance now that her consult was truly finished.

The Commander chuckled…glad his assumption of her character had some merit after all.

An hour has passed.

The Ark….decorations from the past holiday remained strewn across the horizon, Christmas ornaments and blinking lights seen in disarray upon varying lampposts alongside the fluff of the still melting artificial snow. It was a sight to behold should it be the first time witnessing it. Even trapped underground the immersion of the surface was still present about.

He was nervous, apprehensive of the not-so-subtly advertised event taking place in a few hours time. With an uneasy mind stepping into the confines of the elevator, the eerie silence soon felt overwhelming for the slightest moment.

Running through the very same breathing exercises he taught Rosanna, the officer steadied himself in the rising contraption holding thoughts now sorted enough to be shifted through..

The event would likely be flawless, it had no reason to be anything but. He alongside Counters, Mighty Tools and Eventus have been checking the cloaking devices for the Outpost and the surrounding areas all throughout the day, all requested equipment were in place as the stages were set prehensively, some Nikkes here and there strewn about running the final checks for him as well.

Tapping his thumb against his index, the Commander allowed a sigh to pass his lips feeling the subtle migraine of the event finally weigh his mind….he’d been so excited setting this up for her he hadn’t really had much time to talk about it with anyone else.

He chuckled at his blunder, ‘No need to stress yourself *****, it’ll be fine, nothing will go wrong.” The man mumbled lost in his own daydreams of the magnificent occasion.

 

How did Mustang manage all this damn stress?

 

Adjusting his button up, the mock therapist did a once over of himself in the reflective mirrors the elevators had to occupy himself. His hair was styled in its usual braids of course, bun and all with his top neatly pressed in courtesy of a certain Elysion Nikke. The handsome lady killer before him still had yet to leave his sight. Rolling his eyes at his own train of thought, the Commander regarded himself once more before the ping of the elevator rang true, knocking the moment of solidarity the man had to himself through the window.

He huffed, eyes snapping open to note a desolate hallway swimming in his mocha gaze.

“Go time.”

…………………………

“A whole celebration on the Surface…fireworks and all, it’s like we’re just begging the Raptures to feed on us.” Ingrid bleated in a false annoyance, her grin broadening hearing a certain frenchman gasp in surprise.

“Non non madam Ingrid! Say no such thing! What the Commander had proposed has simply knocked my thinking cap out of the water! I’ve been so excited these past few months I could hardly contain it!” A Ceo rebutted with flamboyance at his end of the table, practically shaking with need to express his showmanship.

Ingrid remained expressionless, “Better safe than sorry I say. I have no doubt this excursion of ours will be…90% safe for everyone, it’s always that 10% that seems to bite you in the ass when you’re not careful enough.” Regarding the Showman with folded arms, Mustang's grin remained despite her worries.

“You offend me Madam Ingrid! Putting the 10% aside would wound my pride as Tetra Line’s Ceo! I know how boring those debriefs can be spoken out loud so feel free to check your email.”

Mustang continued, “The Ins and outs of the ‘New Year, Same Ark’ security will be available for your eyes alone.” 

“I know the name Mustang, you say that as if Elysion isn’t the one providing security.” The woman chuckled.

Remaining silent through the duo's bantering, Anderson regarded the shared security intel with a neutral gaze, impressed with how the document was constructed, “Who formatted this?”

Raising her hand, Ingrid smirked In the direction of her love catching the way his gaze shifted seeing her smile, “It's what we do best isn't it? Besides, I'm looking for an excuse to have my women take a day off. This little plan of yours just so happened to be up my alley.”

“Sorry for being late, got caught up.” A familiar voice burst (metaphorically) into the room.

Garnering the attention of the three, the Commander allowed his breath to meet his body crossing the glass frame to the room for his eyes to land on a somewhat blushing Privaty and her squadmates.

Anyways, taking his-

 

Wait.

 

“Privaty? What’re you doing here?” Jumping at her name, the blue Nikke stepped ever so slightly forward, her posture unnaturally rigid for someone who kept finding herself at the maid cafe, “Good afternoon Commander! Triangle squad is here to assist with the setup of the New year event, a pleasure to be with you.” Wooow, she was even bowing too.

“At ease Privaty.” The man chuckled, “We do need help setting up smaller prized events with games and such, I’ll show you the way later.”

Ignoring how off her otherwise ditzy colleague was acting, Admi regarded the man with a smile, stepping to the still standing Commander with a grin to her features, “I’ll be handling social media chatter and the like, a pleasure to be finally be working with you…Privaty mentions you oft-”

 

“ SHUT UP ADMI! ”

 

“Now that you’re here, let’s begin.” Finally taking their seats, Anderson nodded to Mustang who eagerly stepped to the front quickly clearing his throat, “As you all know, the “New Year, Same Ark’ will commence not 5 hours from now! Meaning we have to finish carrying supplies from the Ark to the Outpost being the grounds where such a momentous event is being held!” Bouncing on the spot for a while, Mustang’s voice reached the heavens themselves as he spun on the spot acting no less like a ballerina perfecting their craft, the massive ball situated on his lower back both spinning and being of little issue to the man, “Everyone! I want us all to turn to our incredible Commander and give him a round of applause for not only hosting but funding more than 80% of this event as well! NOUS T'AIMONS COMMANDANT!!!”

Actually flushing from the apparent praise he needed to receive in the Ceo’s eyes, both Privaty and Ingrid seemed to be the only ones encouraging the french’s shenanigans; the latter belonging to triangle quickly freezing as if her applauds were nothing more than a trick of the light.

“Just get on with it Mustang….” Said officer spoke.

Allotting half an hour to explain the events to come, Mustang ensured no detail went unexplained, handing out the publicised pamphlet of activities one could expect actually getting to the outpost. Credit where it’s due, the man knew how to advertise.

Well, Admi too given the fact both her and Yulha chose to remain silent despite Privaty’s…odd chirping at times, the Nikke and Ceo in question truly had been hyping this event ever since he the Commander proposed it way back when. 

To think he was originally against it…now? He tried not to let it show but the Commander truly was excited for the events to come.

To summarize what the flamboyant showman had explained, the event itself would last somewhere around 7 hours before a ‘Grand Finale’ is to be made.

Honestly laughing at how lively the room had gotten (Ingrid was too busy flirting with Anderson coming as a small surprise to Privaty as well), the Commander felt his pocket shimmer with life likely having something to do with Bla.

‘Rian?’ Syuen’s right hand man…woman.

Since when did she get his contact?

 

 

…What an odd bunch of people he finds enjoyable in his life…whoever that Jien person is as well.

 

 

 

“-Non sir Anderson! What I mean to say is approximately 3 hours from now before the clock strikes 9, those with a New Year Same Ark ticket shall be directed to the many elevators within the Ark situated upon the surface! While it may not be our intended reaction, this trip also doubles as a rare once in a lifetime event for those of the Ark wanting to see the efforts le Commandant has made in reclaiming the surface.”

“Even though it is only a small patch of land being the outpost, having the elevators not directly linked within the outpost IS a good thing my friends! Think of the sentimental value it might bring for the rest of humanity to finally see the results of Ark’s entire purpose bear fruit!” The showman greatly proposed. The idea of having a small trek to the Outpost rather than simply using the elevators already linked summoned a ray of discord through the room…though, while out there, his idea wasn’t entirely unjust.

“....” Ingrid had no rebuttal which she truly believed in. The idea was risky, stupid and needlessly time consuming; yet, for the Ark to see the efforts made in this war pushed to the back of their minds due to ignorance.

She did agree.

“I don’t know how. I don’t know why nor if I’ve begun growing complacent but Mustang? You’ve sold me.” Finishing with a wry tug of her lips as her head met the welcomed shoulder of her deputy chief, said Anderson too had little in the way of objections for the showman’s grandiose plan of initiation.

“So it’s settled? Want me to update our socials saying a small journey from the surface to the outpost will be made?” A respectful voice wondered, Admi’s fingers already scraping across her laptop’s keyboard filled with a summarized version of Mustang’s reason.

Y’know, put into words and phrases meant to entice both the younger and older generation for the trek.

Mustang nodded, “Oui oui my little friend! Tell the entire Ark in no less than three hours to rendezvous at any of the three designated elevators for a once in a lifetime walk across the beautiful soils of the surface!” Admi too obliged, her fingers blurring across her keyboard in a manner that impressed the silent Yulha.

Lost in his thoughts as his phone continued to vibrate every other second, the taller Commander couldn’t help but affirm in his mind what the showman had spoken of. About a mile in every direction of the outpost has been deemed safe by the secret higher ups of the Ark itself and many Nikkes far more knowledgeable on the alien species than he was.

The once broken and infertile soil has steadily been cultivated to form plains and grasslands lush with life and fruit, the efforts of his contacts within Pioneer, Inherent and Crown thankfully happening within his life span.

Almost laughing at some meme Elegg sent in the groupchat from a series called ‘Invisible’, the Commander took a while to realise all eyes now fell on him within the now dreary room ripe with vanilla air conditioning.

…Was something on his face? “What’s with the looks? Is something on my shirt?” Aside from his Commanding outfit all he usually wore were simple white button ups with lavender dress pants and similarly coloured loafers. His attire by all accounts being business casual.

 

He is snazzy and fly no matter how ‘old’ Soline or Mica calls him! 

 

“Nah, it's just a certain…’thing’ we find off about you.” Ingrid clarified with a jesting tone, a commanding voice such as hers softening to one he might hear from Moran every now and then.

His confusion never wavered, now moving to place his phone on the table, “My hair…?” The braided bun definitely stood out, a fashion statement if nothing else.

“That too my lovely! Though your merveilleux hair is unfortunately not the reason for this air of suspicion around you.” Tetra’s Ceo hummed returning to his seat.

Rolling his eyes, the Commander waited for this ‘off’ thing about him to come to light, the small yet hidden smile Anderson of all officials wore grew to be a cause of concern for him…he should smile more if the officer was being honest, it looked good on him.

Huffing with a hint of annoyance in her voice, Ingrid jutted her left ring finger before the room, the small action not really answering the man’s que- “Why haven't you proposed to her yet?”

 

“...”

“..”

“...”

 

Ohhhhhhhhh

“Proposed to who?” Privaty, god bless her pure soul, questioned honestly having zoned out 10 minutes or so into the meeting.

“His girlfriend.” INGRID FOR SOME REASON KEPT TEASING!!!

Cracking her neck in the direction of the Commander, Privaty brushed the absurd news to the side wondering if her boss suddenly grew a second head. Of all things to jest about, she chose that to go off?

Silly Ingrid, everyone knew the commander was single.

It's like, one of his most well known trai- “I really don’t know. It’s not like the idea hasn’t come to me but…” He hesitated, he genuinely did.

 

Wait Why'd the mood get so heavy all of a sudden? Yulha wasn't listening.

 

“Wait wha-” “Hesitate for what young man?” The Ceo sat up, “That you won’t make her happier than she’s been in thirty years? That your past grievances, brushed aside as they may be, still hold some weight on you. It's been what? Two, three years since you've somehow changed her for the better? What's the hold up youngin’? You're not getting any younger Y'know.” The tactical woman sneered in theory, truly missing the Officer's reasoning.

“I could die any moment I step foot on a mission Ingrid. The Raptures are thinning out and the rate of survival seems to be climbing…but to the merit of those left, the remaining hordes are even worse than the fodder that came before.” Even though his sentences were short, he spoke his heart.

Time and time again he finds himself on the wrong end of the barrel more often on the missions he's sent on one way or another.

He's been beaten, shot, stabbed, impaled, blown up, thrown and left for dead countless times. The last time he and his squad found themselves in the hospital it took Syuen all she had to not drop everything and be there by his side. She knew what his profession entailed but didn't want her to see what becomes of him when those mission directives went array.

Some injuries are best left unseen when returning from the surface. It's a miracle what modern medicine can do for him.

Wow.

 

Okay that came out of left field.

 

He could rant no better than a trend follower for the reason why but he knew it in his heart. 

He was afraid.

He still didn't get why he's become so obsessed with someone who so desperately needed a positive male figure in their life but he's grown so attached to the petite beauty.

So much for being such a significant role model in his career. He understood why Eunhwa and Anderson cautioned forming bonds to those around them.

He was such a starry eyed child in the beginning but he's grown. They too were afraid, terrified to be ripped away from those writhing their ways into their hearts.

The room fell silent save for the subtle hum of the dormant electronics scattered about.

Ignorant to the eyes of plenty all upon him, the subtle rake of his fingers against the reflective table came to be, “I don’t want to do that with her- anyone I’m close with for that matter. I go on these missions expecting to be injured or lose a limb…should the worse happen I’m…I-” Mustang raised his palm, shaking his head a moment later.

“Say no more Monsieur Commandant. On Ingrid's behalf I apologize for making you uncomfortable with such a question. The mood was so nice before, no? Can't we go back to it?” The Commander smiled at one of his oldest friends, nodding in his direction with a close eyed snicker.

Huffing at his wording though she agreed with the message, Ingrid gripped Anderson's palm even harder, missing the sudden wheeze coming from the deputy's throat, “‘On mY BehaLf’ I can speak for myself frenchie!”

“Though I do apologize Commander. if I knew asking something like that would make you spiral like you did, I'd have never done so.”

He shrugged, “Water under the bridge.” For someone with his level of emotional maturity and empathy to spiral In such a way off the tiniest triggers….

Ingrid massaged her temples with a familiar set of coarse palms, an acquired taste she melts like putty against.

“Aren't you crushing the Deputy Chief by the way?” Raising a finger to the third male within the room, the head of Elysion's features morphed between confusion and realization before settling on a mixture between the two. “Andie?” 

Answering with a shaky hum despite his head pressing against the glass features, his arm remained locked in the vice grip his partner had.

Why didn't he complain before?

His darling was holding his hand, how deranged would he be to complain about that?

An hour or so before New Years, 10:44 pm

The Outpost

 

Admi.

 

Admi you brilliant little creature.

 

The outpost was ripe with life scattered about in the urban jungle. Couples and families, crowds seen guiding animals and children, as individuals marveled without their devices before them, everyone held their gazes high for the spilt milk dotting the night skies; a sight none save for a select few had the luxury (or misfortune) of seeing for themselves.

Come hours prior and most if not all of these people had their devices situated in their hands, cameras and recorders taking the place of their eyes pointing to the atmosphere to capture what might be a significant page in humanity's chapter.

The journey to? Flawless without fault. The denizens from the Ark totalling four hundred and twenty convened a mile or two before two of the three elevators for those wanting to make the journey.

Aside from the eighty frequent fliers of the Outpost simply wanting to occupy themselves before the masses arrived, clumps of starry eyed mothers gazed with wonder and trepidation as men felt their curiosity soar with heads held on a swivel, sights before them both familiar and foreign to them all.

Tetra wasn't lying. The surface was beautiful beyond reason.

It was like watching a child grow conscious of their place in the world, so much excitement, fear and curiosity laced the lucky few of humanity.

Culture passed through generations proved resilient to the war unheard in the distance; colours of the Caribbean, Korean, Japanese, Chinese, Indian, European were all represented in some way or another through the many simply being aware of their surroundings. While some allowed the fishes within the small stretches of ponds and rivers to kiss their fingers, others stood upon their toes reaching for the universe as a whole while others fell to their knees feeling the soft grass.

A man, elderly as he could stood by his family trying his best to remain a pillar for they to lean on. He would not cry at feeling the lands he was ripped away from since he was a boy. No matter how warming of an embrace his wife gave…he refused to cry on the lands his father died protecting him from in his days as a Juvenile.

His wife pecked his cheek as tears held by humanity and Nikkes alike fell from those overjoyed to simply witness what many gave their life for.

This one act alone, seeing the fruits of the women's labour to those witnessing the live recording (supplied by Missilis and Tetra Line of course) left the Ark breathless without pause.

How else could you explain the thousands gazing Intently at their screen in awe of the clear skies.

How else would you explain the clear roads of the Ark devoid of those rushing to beat the nightly traffic?

All bewitched by the life before them, Jantę and Clothre of the Anchor squad shuddered in realization of their duties, the bright eyed newscaster quickly turning to her purple haired squadmate before polishing her appearance with a laugh.

“As we all can see most if not all of those fortunate enough to have purchased and won their tickets have been hypnotized by the dastardly surface! It's one thing to see these lands through visual effects sets often used in movies like “Killing Floor” and “Blossom”, but to actually be here?” She gestures outwards.

“To actually smell here?” Jantę allowed the joys of nature to toy with her braided ponytail, the midnight wind an honest cool to her petite body, “This is something you have to be here to experience. I fear I have no words to describe such a surreal experience despite my being a Nikke.” She smiled.

With those in the background dispersing to mingle about, the duo made their way through the crowds taking all sorts of testimonies. From an excitable mother and her children to a couple engaged with a flock of birds migrating above none were spared from sharing an opinion or two to the duo.

With some direct questions to Clothre as well, all it took from the masked lady was a gesture to answer any questions brought her way, her eyes mostly focused on capturing all there was to record without fault.

Several in the Ark gazed in wonder at the high rise electronic boards scattered across Ark Central, hell those in the Outer rim too took an interest to the first mass expedition to the surface since **** a few years prior.

Crow regarded her phone with an indifferent gaze as well.

Still staring with an unblinking expression, Clothre dutifully allowed her squadmate center stage with her antics, her more than warming personality allowing almost all she’s asked for a statement to answer with all their heart not even realising they were being broadcasted to quite literally every single electronic device in the Ark.

“....!” The silent Nikke made a gesture outside her eyes for her friend, head unmoving from its position for a certain someone came meandering into her peripheral.

“Oh! Everyone if you’d please!” Taking off in a dead sprint almost taking Clothre off her feet (like genuinely going from 0-50 in a second) Jantę approached the Commander instantly willing a looming visage of dread upon his spine.

Hearing light steps nearing his side, the braided journalist found herself face to face with the most popular name in the Ark as of the past week being Commander ****, the man himself almost leaping out of his skin to the developing sight though his features betrayed it.

Clothre arrived a few seconds later as well, her eyes while unblinking to capture her friend, felt her heated breaths pass through her maw; a slight frost seen passing by her pierced lips.

“M-m-master! Wh-who the heck?!” Neon stammered.

“If it's isn't **** the one and only! Do you know how popular you are young man? Do you know how many have their eyes and ears set to you due to this venture? DO YOU KNOW THE SECRET TO GETTING SOME PLAY?!?!? What do you have to say for yourself?!” The golden Irises of Clothre now landed on the Commander. His response paramount to all those who looked up to him.

“Wuh-?”

“ALAS! HE'S ANSWERED!!!” Snapping the mic back to herself with a small snicker a second after, Jantę returned the mic before a smiling Commander seen adjusting his braids.

Well, bringing her arm higher given the two inches he had on her, “On a less serious note most honorable, the entire Ark is wanting to know what made you sponsor an event such as this? Why entertain president Mustang's whims and actually fund more than 70% of this event?” Stepping back the slightest bit, Clothre ensured to capture the forms of two two in their entirety, making some gesture for the two to get on with their questioning.

The man coughed.

 

Then laughed.

 

Then brought him palm over his lips.

How was he to explain he got caught in the swing of Mustang's silliness for showing appreciation of Syuen without directly naming the Ceo of the greatest tech company the bunker had and not coming off as pretentious?

He wished Rapi was here taking his place, he really didn't like being on cameras.

“Well….I wanted to thank everyone dear to me in the best way I could think. There isn't any grand reason other than that so sorry to disappoint.” Christ above he sucks at public speaking.

Rolling her eyes with that comforting smile to her features, Jantę made a small show of tapping her ear piece receiving intel from the grounds below.

Her grin grew broader, a sight he nor Neon thought well of given the track record of short people smiling mischievously.

 

Looking at you Noah.

 

“Mooooost Honorableeeeeee~ say I've received some questions from down unda’ I'd just looove to ask you about. Think you can spare a few minutes before heading off?” The sing-song voice of such an innocent soul quivered in her request, her antics willing an uncharacteristic snicker to the unblinking gaze of the masked Nikke before them.

“....” The officer sighed In dejection, “Don't make me regret this….”

Jantę spoke nothing in his response, opting to blow a cheeky raspberry in his direction.

“Sup.” A voice called from the side to Neon thankfully shying away from the cameras (leaving her master for DEAD mind you) Drake heard sipping on some fizzy drink beside the small Nikke.

“Hey! Master’s just being interviewed by these news ladies. He's so brave I wouldn't be caught dead on TV.”

“Ah”

 

“...”

 

“...”

 

“...”

 

“Wanna go shoot something?”

“Heck yeah!” The two nikkes with a combined IQ of 1 hopped off to who knew where. Who said what you might ask? Didn't matter.

 

Both would have said the same regardless.

 

With the three and a growing crowd forming around them, Clothre held some sort of jeopardy board in her right arm remaining as stoic as ever despite the situation, her excitable squadmate more than ready to poke and prod the Commander for all the supposed ‘deets’ he had inside.

“Now!” Approaching his shaking frame with glee, “We asked 100 single women! Most honorable, WHAT is your type?!” 

The air grew thick. For all the joy still present in those too immersed with the surface, those whether curious or wanting to be immersed with drama paid keen attention to the man far too stoic for anyone's liking. 

His hushed breath was an honest concern.

 

“....what?”

 

“ WHAT?!” Gesturing to the board held by the incredible and most beautiful masked Nikke (Jantę's words not Clothre's) the Nikke blinked; the first time in an hour as a matter of fact.

She sighed in silence, shaking her head for the antics soon to come.

‘What’ was the ninth of the ten allocated slots, an electrical version of the physical jeopardy board being displayed for those unable to see the spectacle from below.

“Wait can I get a do over?!” Came his voice riddled with worry. She was watching this wasn't she? That little Ceo terrifies him when it came to questions like these.

The mic was presented before him once more, the small chuckles now dying for most Nikkes took an interest in his honest reply.

“You have thirty seconds.” Jantę warned.

The man took a breath to swallow the saliva in his throat, the collar of his button up feeling all too tight for some reason, “I…I prefer women who voice their interests…w-women in positions of power that can take what they want- you get the idea.” There goes his persona of a mature fellow with a heart of gold. He spent so long crafting it too…

Though, nothing came of it. Clothre had yet to move her arm and Jantę still gaze into his own with those jellybean eyes of hers.

We're they really asking…? ON LIVE TV??

“Don't tell me you're asking for body types too?”

Jantę nodded.

Clothre nodded.

Some ladies nodded.

Crow nodded.

Ingrid laughed.

Syuen rolled her eyes with a flush.

Tia nodded.

K nodded.

Marcianna, Ein, Poli, ***, Yan, Moran, Rupee, Noah, Isabel, Privaty, Anis and Eunhwa all nodded from…well, wherever they were.

Okay this one's easy if he was being honest, “Small women.”

Holding a mirthful gaze towards her partner- her beloved even! Clothre's arm rose, having everyone curious to the answer waiting with longing breaths for the stoic lady.

‘Small women’ ranked FIFTH overall!

The rest of the answers are revealed in descending order by none other than the masked beauty as ‘Children’ was placed in a secret eleventh compartment for…some reason. 

 

Gonna ignore that one.

 

‘Men’ ranked tenth, ‘Human women’ in eighth, ‘Top heavy’ in seventh, ‘bottom heavy’ in sixth, ‘ladies with meat on’ being In fourth, ‘insane women’ coming third.

‘Smart women’ women second.

And finally, last but not least, ‘Nikkes’ ranking and cementing itself in first.

A lot of people blinked in surprise. Some questioned his taste while others hummed in understanding.

“Good answer.” The Ceo of Elysion spoke from the Command Center, a certain owner of Missilis seen raising her chin in true triumph.

“‘I have a chance?!’ Is trending on Bla by the way.” Anis interjected from the Sofa, “I doubt he has a strict preference more or less just spouting the first answer that came to him.”

“Yeah you keep thinking that honey.” The famous brat of Missilis leered with a snicker, feet more than comfortable being cocked atop the Commander's desk much to the Nikke dressed in jeans’ ire.

No longer keeping the Commander who returned to the front of the crowd, excitement too returned as the many set off for quite the journey.

The Anchor squad managed to capture it all excusing themselves to the side to comment on their own thing.

Off in the distance providing support on…well, the danger free plains were Nikkes strung along varying choke points the fresh land came with, all taking the time to tune into what others had to say of the stream as well.

Some watching others on Bla-tube like Rupee and Exia give their opinions on the live show while others commented on whatever caught their eye. Damn near every major station held within the bunker had some way to tune into the stream as well…all of which captured (in high fidelity mind you) by none other than a masked Nikke more than indifferent to her impossible assignment.

We love you Clothre!!!

…………….

The event had started, food and lounging available to those who sought it all around the massive compound once thought abandoned by the central government.

Strands of decor and love rained from the high rise buildings pittering throughout the outpost as areas grew available for those seeking a sweet treat to bid them for the main festivities.

Hm? What festivities you might be asking?

Well you'd be pleased to know I have procured a special ‘New Year, Same Ark’ pamphlet for your eyes alone .

Staring and at 9 pm and ending at 4 in the morning, the first hour has been alloted to for for the journey to and familiarization of the outpost once arrived, everyone allowed to meander about within the confines of the miniature town save for areas (such as the command center further to the back) obviously marked as off limit.

Between the hours of 10 to 11, at the request from Nikkes belonging to Prima Donna three new tracks only heard in bits and snippets will make their debut most similarly to Noise some years prior. A fact more than half of those fortunate enough to get a ticket were waiting with fanned merch on.

Continuing for the hours between 11 and 11:30, Nikkes from 777 will be out and about passing their luck to those wanting as a message is played from the CEOS wishing everyone a happy new year.

And finally, the last and most anticipated hour of this event shall see the 777 bunnies again joined by their leader wishing everyone a prosperous year with ‘a big finisher’ as listed in a script typeface.

After that everyone can either stay the next morning at the various hotels and inns or simply take the elevators back where they came.

 

 

The Command Center, 11:10 pm

They uh, they really should have kept an eye on the liquor cabinet earlier huh? How else would you explain both Eunhwa, Ingrid and surprisingly Vesti passed out in some position on the couch utterly wasted with varying bottles of rum, beer and vodka tossed, about as songs sung by none other than Prima Donna ran on a loop throughout the entire outpost, the blaring vocals of ‘Meltdown’ sung by Volume felt tremoring the building's frames.

The desk you might be asking? Well that space was currently occupied by Mast, Noir, Blanc and Volume all enjoying a rousing game of dominoes with bottles of their own held within their grasp. 

Well, judging by the fact Volume was now dropping the tiles she had like mortars atop the poor desk, the competitive side the rapper had was far too desperate to let the sisters’ luck catching up to her, the faces of Anchor and Quiry seen spectating the match far more sober than anyone in the room at that point.

The mood remained merry as some show ran on the TV for the past hour of this marvelous event, all witnessed by the Commander somehow able to pass out leaning against Anis pressed against the sliding door of the room.

With a song speaking of the rushing waves she anticipated for the summer, Noise's voice now outshone that of Volume's to the beat banging outside, several denizens more than giddy to the track appreciating the gift of life.

The fires within everyone soared at the realization.

They had feet so they danced

They had lips so they sang.

They had hearts so they loved.

No matter where one glanced outside, a person lost in their own world wondered about enjoying the outing in their own way.

A couple enjoying the fresh air and intoxicating scents from a roof holding onto one another as the night skies twinkled from above.

Another could be seen in the passenger seat of a go-kart ripping through the streets with his friend taking advantage of the feature listed on the pamphlet as well.

A lone Nikke can be seen enjoying the regal sights of such happy souls atop the Outpost's walls, her fingers finding her lips in a less inebriated state than those held within the Command center, her swords gently placed to the wayside as to not disrupt her one break in so so long.

Snapping awake feeling a weight placed on his shoulder, the Commander took a moment to shake the slight headache he had away along with the drool staining his chin, the chordle of Volume and Mast's boisterous laugh being the final nail in the coffin setting the older Officer's bearings straight.

He chuckled at Anis’ stunning frame resting so cutely on him. 

Noticing his stirring from the crowd at his desk began tittering, gesturing for the other to quiet down though with how much rum and other liquids were swimming in their brains, their laughter only came harder seeing Mast trip on her passed out boss on the way to the restroom.

Thankfully enough she remained unharmed, the fall only adding to her slurred giggles to which Noir snickered as well, finally making her presence known with how long she had remained quiet behind her sister's shoulder.

“Sorry for -hic- waking you Captain hehehe.” Mast muttered,

He rolled his eyes at her slurred apology quickly yawning and checking his pho…his phone? Crap where did he drop it?

Unbeknownst to the Commander as he feathered his pockets, Blanc nudged her sister forwards sparing not a glance to the bustier bunny’s features to know they were redder than Rouge's pants. Their plan so carefully crafted 20 minutes ago finally able to bear fruit.

“Go get em tiger!” The bunny half cheered in jest.

The Nikke breathed almost stumbling against her steps doing something her sober self would have only dreamed of accomplishing.

Noir had one shot glass of light beer mind you.

Holding her arms like arrows to the floor beneath her bust, Noir’s shadow finally obscured the healthy light above, the clearing of her throat cluing the still dazed man into the situation he now found himself, “Pit Boss…I have your phone.”

Gosh her heart was about to burst!

With that thankful grin laced beneath that marvelous bun of his, Noir just couldn’t stare at it lest she pass out. Her sister and friend Mast already pushed her to see this though, she can’t let them down now.

“Thanks I need to step out for a second.” Flicking Anis to the side, the somewhat dirtied officer quickly dusted himself off to match the Nikke’s height falling short by a few centimeters.

Noir remained motionless, somewhat pressing the man against his door due to her proximity. Had the Commander been a tad more sober he might have stepped to the side but he remained where he was; a tad ashamed to be blatantly ogling the Nikke's highlighted chest, not exactly mind the eye candy Noir’s presence naturally exuded.

“Just… reach for it. ” Again, she hinted towards her signature outfit being a size too big for her chest, a flap slipping to flash the subtlest mocha Noir’s areola had.

 

Oh.

 

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh that’s where his phone was.

 

What a predicament he finds himself in now.

He could just reach in and get it over with or he could tease the flustered Nikke? 

The room grew quiet. The only discernible break being the beautiful yet rhythmic beat of ‘Suck it’ sung by Noise and Volume both. It hadn’t been on his mind often but he did like bullying his Nikkes. As dependable and responsible he tries to present himself, that childish want within him never left. He did get his fill teasing that tiny love of his whenever they talked but maybe….it wouldn’t hurt to tease the tipsy Nikke would it?

Reaching for his phone beneath the bunny’s swirling gaze, the wisps of her scented breath left in a steady matter bringing that incredible bosom of hers to rise against her quickening pulse, the anticipation honestly killing her knowing the others were watching as well.

“Right….here?” 

“!!!”

 

His finger slipped.

Oh no~

Rather the lengthy device sticking like a sore thumb out the chocolate Nikke’s breast, the Commander quite literally pressed himself into the taller bunny. Her increase in centimeters placing the Commander before her ear, the sudden heat and weight against her chest being far too much stimulation than what the woman dared ask for.

“Crap.” That tone, that slur in his speech empasizing his humanity…Noir’s legs quivered at it, eyes finally cracking to see that nightshade braids neatly made into a bun. They had the scent of lavender and sake to it, “Is it here?”

“!” His…hi-his finger! It’s grazing! It’s touching her ti-! Her boo- nip…her NIPP-

“I’msorrycommanderhere’syourphone!!!” Moving faster than any sane person could comprehend, the Tetra brand device found itself in the Commander’s palms, the very same that held greatness not a second before.

Noir stood facing the wall behind a giggling Blanc, the lighter Bunny giggling all the way out the door with her flushed sister in tow making their way to the grand finale, the mass of laughs and snickers from those still alive within the room had yet to cease as Volume too made it to her feet, arms clenched before her stomach just for her feet to betray her, tears now genuinely staining her eyes with a boisterous laughter painting the room.

‘11:40’ How long was he asleep?

Lifting his arms to see the stains against his top, the Commander grimaced ever so slightly in disgust for his appearance; feet more than willing to walk themselves in his room for a change.

Tossing his stained top someplace he couldn’t be bothered to see, another void of the scuff such a night held took its place as a quick visit to the washroom took care of his subtle drowsiness as well.

The mirror reminded him of the handsome devil somehow making it to the eighth year in his career…a career with a week long life expectancy for most Commanders. His eyes still had their light, his lips remaining full housing a bit of stubble below. He was in his thirties now….the specific age didn’t come to him but he knew it was true deep down.

There was a wrinkle as well, the faintest sign of age finally showing on the corners of his eyes holding those hazel spectacles of his…

Might as well take a breath mint too, he needed some fresh air before the hangover caught up to him. Issues for his tomorrow self.

The roof

The air clung to skin with ease sending a shiver to those fortunate and high enough to feel its brilliance. There they stood in an atmosphere unpolluted by the ark. There they felt air cleaner than a baby’s heart without a trace of the raging war still happening all over the country. None would fault you in forgetting the surface remained far from habitable despite the efforts of those deceased.

“Isn’t it amazing? Standing here it all seems possible for the surface to be reclaimed, you wouldn’t even realize we were on it if you weren’t told beforehand.” Rian spoke with merth, her voice carried by the electronic music softly ringing across the night.

Syuen hummed at her side with a gaze far too stained with the dazzling pearls above. She didn’t know what to think, how to feel for some reason. She couldn’t properly express this sudden wave of sonder she felt for those around her, the normal indifference she had when facing her assistant for example gone now that she was by her side in such an intimate place with the woman.

What was she doing the day before? What life did she live? What life is she currently living?

Why did her heart beat this way? Why was she feeling so unsatisfied with herself? With her incredible achievements which she should rightfully be over the moon for.

 

Yet here she stood. Cold and bitterly aware. 

 

She hated welcoming the New Year ever since her acquisition of Missilis so many years prior. She missed when her mother once shone like the stars above by her side. Why must she contemplate on her shortcomings all through the previous year for the scar that had yet to heal on Janurary’s first.

Something was missing, something integral for every person given their years on this hell hole of a planet; a responsibility she’d been neglecting all this time as if she were blissfully unaware of its ugly head.

That conversation…that topic. She feared bringing it up knowing the repercussions of its action through her family. What if the Commander behaved like her father? The thought alone made her sick, barely able to breathe much less ‘relax’ in this fog of inadequacy she’s made of herself.

Rian glanced at her boss and unlikely friend as of late, the subtle twitches on her features cluing the Nikke into some issue the woman faced.

She couldn't pretend to understand the reason for all the time she’s been by the Ceo’s side, why she seemed so reserved come New year’s eve and on the faithful day simply for the fact she hated her.

In silence within the past at least.

Rian knew the reason for her boss’s gradual change in character, the positive influence she’d been desperately needed most likely from her childhood…though she remained silent, opting to adjust her ruby frames as she usually did.

She was a spectator after all.

“You good?” Was being the operative word.

Syuen nodded releasing a wavy breath, a near missable frost passing through her lungs, “Thinking it's too damn cold up here.” Was her reply, a small smile now masking itself on the olive skinned Nikke.

“Sure…chin up will you? It’s giving me the heebie jeebies seeing you so down.” Syuen’s answer was a smile of her own as well, one more tired than jovial if Rian’s intuition was on point.

Thankfully able to draw her away from her bothered mind was the apple of so many women’s eye, an apple only she could taste and appreciate, an apple fit for her taste as if it were the clay of a sculpter. The Commander found himself upon the roof, a quick shiver trailing his spine following his entrance atop the cool expanse.

“Hm?” The two were noticed, “Hey you two.” Oh that voice dripping with love. Syuen offered a glance to her partner now approaching her, her pulse only speeding by the slightest margin.

With a cute ‘hmph’ coming from none other, the Commander took her frustrations as a sign to embrace, the white cotton of his button up wrapping above the stomach of such a fiesty woman feeling her fingers snake their way above his own.

Her heart tightened in reciprocating his affection, softening herself into his chest letting another sigh betraying her mind.

He was warm…

“Missed me?"

Syuen tapped his shin, “Took you long enough. Here I was thinking you'd run off in some corner with another woman the second I take my eyes off you.”

The officer shook his head with a snicker, his mind more occupied with the scent of honey emanating from the Ceo's hair.

How many shampoos did she own?

“Nah I value my life if you didn't realise…plus my girlfriend wouldn't allow it.”

Syuen scoffed yet her tone remained light leaning a tad more to the side to laugh, “Your girlfriend? I wonder who's so desperate enough to reign you in…I should give them a medal to be honest.”

“You're curious?” He wondered with genuine elation, “let me tell you allllll about her.”

11:50 came as the final show for such a momentous occasion began; a stage no grander than royalty somehow finding itself by the entrance of the Outpost, several quickly flocking outside to witness their favourite bunnies and their camera shy leader express their youth to the entire world, “She's a bossy, controlling, goal oriented person with her heart sewn across her sleeve. She isn't one to sugar coat anything either…it's one of the ways I fell in love with her if you hadn't known and even then she wasn't always like this, so grumpy and off putting when we first met but I can look past it.”

“She's too cute to hold any grudges against.”

“She's a passionate woman, someone who knew their place and role in the world and would gladly remind you of it. She is such a hard worker too, bordering on being a workaholic if I don't remind her she needs to see the outside every once in a while.”

“She shoulders so much burden for her achievements to be buried beneath…though, you won't hear her complain nor beg for the recognition she deserved, it's simply not her style. What use were words if she couldn't act on them?”

Syuen remained where she was soaking in such voices of praise as if she were a sponge, “My girlfriend is funny too, so easy to tease as well- flusters waaay too easy if I'm being honest. She offers no resistance to my charms…it's this back and forth between her that makes our talks so much better. She shows so much emotion no matter what she does, I could listen to her talk about her day for hours on end just to hear her vocal range.”

“God as my witness she's too cute for her own good. No matter how long I gaze into her eyes I fall in love all over again as if it were the first. Her form is perfect, her body irresistible with a mind sharper than what she likes to let on.” The Cold masked how such praise made her feel.

She couldn't show that much weakness before him…she couldn't.

Why does he always insist on holding her so tight? She didn't deserve those praises. She didn't deserve to hear that voice.

Don't sniffle, don't cry, don't make a sound. Show no weakness around him if it's the last thing she did.

“I may not say it often so let me say it now. I admire that fiesty girl more than I'd like to admit. To be so confident so effortlessly, so alluring no matter the time nor place as she is…I admire her witt, admire her mind and her drive, I admire that unwavering fire to see her company soar past its competitors, to see that Missilis remained on top no matter the cost…for her to be a paragon of hope the Ark could look to and place their faith in…not in men in suits shaking hands behind closed doors but her and standing atop the Chariot of her own goddesses of victory.”

Syuen was crying, almost bawling into his heart as he began consoling her with a sway. Those weren't the words her father shouted to her mother, he wouldn't even dream of praising her like that.

It made sense what she was missing, it all made sense to her.

Praying her makeup was in order, Syuen traced her thumb against the lips only she could taste, lips belonging to her and her alone….she really didn't deserve those words of his.

“I huv yugh.” Came through a slurred tongue, Syuen already on the tips of her toes upon the heels she wore.

The Commander laughed, running his thumb against that porcelain face of hers, the cold rain slipping past her closed eyes wiped away by his fingers.

Syuen leaned into his touch, “I love you more.” The two met, their lips acting no less than old acquaintances playing catch up for all the years past.

Affirmations danced between lovers, minds made up to support the other no matter the venture they take. It was blind love really, a fantasy to be so obsessed with the other even if they may not show it but it remained true; their truth.

 

Both were irresistible to the other.

 

They separated only to meet again and again as fireworks illuminated the background night, their arrival lighting the night sky as if it were day for but a moment. Flares of varying sizes and colours coming and going of existence much to the awe of the world.

Steadily falling however, the final flares shot like arrows into the skies from mountains off in the distance, the phrase visible to all no matter the quality of phone boisterously wished everyone a ‘Happy New Year’ in white and gold, bunnies black white and red quickly sprinting past the message in their own respective light shows as well.

“Can I get a kiss too :)” Rian wondered wiping the slight wetness staining her eyes, far too moved from the sudden admission of love to really remind her boss she was still…well, there.

Said boss jolted at the familiar voice within the Commander’s hold, her lips taking the time to separate from her lover’s before masking her face in his top, makeup no doubt running and ruining the replaced cotton.

No one could see her like this, “Go away Rian…”

“Sure thing boss.” Nodding to the Commander who raised his fist before the Nikke, the two subtly bumped just as the Nikke left allowing the two however moments of secrecy they needed for themselves. Watching this relationship of theirs filled her with something nostalgic within her…she couldn’t scrutinize what the emotion was exactly but her heart pulsed with pride seeing the once incorrigible brat finally grow up.

Let her be the first to admit, she looks forward to the new year within Missilis’ banner.

The cold never left despite the warmth shared between them, their gazes now transfixed on the drone show passing all through the outpost and the surface taking the form of various objects and impossible shapes for the joy of all those able to witness it.

Using the offered arm of her lover to wipe the scuff from her face, Syuen felt her eyes fall in a hold as patient as his, his fingers often squeezing her in support of her woes unsung by her tired mind…she’ll have to delve into her past with him eventually but that remained a problem her future self would take care of.

 

Her future self…

 

Syuen’s lips parted in realization with a small breath passing by her. The two were swaying to ‘Violent remedy’ sung by Aria playing in the distance. His hands slung around her core ensured she swayed with his subtle movement beneath the golden moonlight.

Her mind was made, doubt thrown to the wayside as her features burned ruby.

“I wanna start a family.” Syuen whispered beneath Aria’s melody, frame still nestled between the officer’s messy bosom.

“Huh?”

 

Notes:

>Chapter called new years
>look inside
>Chapter's posted 5 months after new years lmao. Forgive me of my lateness

I want to kiss Syuen so bad man

Chapter 5

Summary:

Rah Syu sketch in a dress!!!!!!!!

I wanna draw this woman being put in backshots so badly man. I was deadass when I said total Syu love.

Chapter 6: Hangovers suck

 

 

 

 

 

Oh gosh…oh christ. 

 

Did he exist? Where was he? What was his name? What’s that smell? Was his ears ringing?

Did he finally get tinnitus? 

 

There was something soft both beneath and on top of him for some reason, the object's weight both familiar and foreign to him though he recognized its shape.

Did he get shot again? Was he in the hospital with Neon curled beside him like a cat as Mary dotted around Pepper and such? Because someone MUST have shot something at him for his head to be screaming at him like this. 

His lips were chapped, eyes both dry and wet at the same time with a nostril stuffed adding to his ragged breathing. These….gaps in his memory, gaps for the hours prior, they felt important to him, like a crucial dialog was spoken he needed to remember.

His arm was numb as well, his right one to be frank.

Shifting uncomfortably upon the bedsheets, the cloudy silk felt cool beneath his battered body as the weighted blanket he ordered held him in place, its loving embrace almost daring him to remove it and rid himself of its warmth.

Going off what he knew, the slight scent of alcohol clung vividly upon the tiles noting his bed a slight creak beneath him, the wooden frame reminding the Commander of his presence in the mortal plane…at least he wasn’t stuck in a coma again.

He was in the Outpost, that much was true.

Mustering a will foreign even to him, his matted lids far too sore to be moving cracked to the golden rays seeping through his room's(?) blinds, eyes and ears ringing once more to the slight rhythm playing somewhere in the outpost. He'll have to ask Mica or someone to turn it off.

“Mmm…” A murmur came from his waist, the Grey blanket woven over him covering the voice's owner.

The haze of his hangover was beginning to subside thanks to his impeccable dexterity (chugging water like a fish hours prior) so his mind began to wonder.

Wondering who it could be nestled to his body like this?

He simply could just…yknow, lift the blanket and see who it was, likely being who you know who.

Yet his body betrayed him, his strength feeling sapped as if he’d ran 4 consecutive marathons hours prior. He was stuck, the body wrapping and slinging over him like Alice would on the rare chance she dropped by.

The person shifted again, their head nestling against his (apparently) bare stomach as if to adjust themselves, the simple fact also serving to narrow down his list of suspects to those who found comfort in his bosom.

It could be biscuit. The last intimate moment spent with the animal type Nikke being her holding his hand passed out against his shoulder, Max and the rest of her pups having tired the ball of energy out for 3 days straight.

‘....’ It couldn’t be her, she wasn’t even present for the New Years celebration much less the after party…

As for being a tossy sleeper? Biscuit was as stiff as they came, also being one to frequent power naps her profession demanded. If he were to cough much less breathe a bit too hard the adorable Nikke would mumble some jargon before re-awakening, far too embarrassed to fall asleep again.

Would you believe him if he said Crow was on the list as well? From what he saw she was one to turn about when offered the chance to rest…though, and in the kindest way he could possibly think, the gothic terrorist had a certain scent that clung to her tatted skin, its form holding a mixture of rum, cigarettes and gunpowder every moment he was offered the displeasure of working alongside her.

Plus, she wouldn’t be caught dead cuddling with him again.

Yes he said again.

No he will not explain.

Seeing as he was thinking of the Outer Rim he might as well mention the sole suspect within the Underworld queen. Who of the three heads would toss so messily in their sleep? Who would be one so lost in their slumber they were more than comfortable enough drooling all over his chest if that liquid feeling upon his was to be believed.

Who would be bold enough to nestle in his chest as if they were his chi- Moran, it’s Moran okay.

Crap sleeper? One time he woke up with her foot in his mouth and its owner somehow falling off the bed.

Drooling? It was a miracle the head of Peony didn’t snore, more often than not muttering gibberish in her sleep about some venture he was clueless about. To answer his own question however, three out of five times will he see Moran’s maw cracked the slightest bit with her slobber seeping through.

She didn’t drool often.

Clingy? Do you know how hot the Ark got in the summer? Imagine that plus the heat of a Nikke who slept naked with a leg draped over your waist holding onto you as if you were the last man on earth. The ditzy head of Peony was like a girl best friend to him, one he truly lacked any real lust for so her shenanigans barely managed to arouse him…still.

The weight of someone her size plus her being a Nikke? You wouldn’t catch him opposing her request to lay with him any time soon…all that was until the heat started to kick in. Of course the room was air conditioned as per most he frequented but Moran’s body heat exceeded the cool that blew from the device’s flaps.

Sweating outside of intimacy just felt awful to the man for a number of reasons…so imagine that whilst the 500 pound boulder that was Moran’s head laid against his chest with damn near every part of her slumping over him.

The bed was soaked, every inch of it. Do you know how hard it is to soak a seventeen inch mattress all the way through?

The fact he wasn’t slipping in the ocean of the Nikke’s perspiration meant her name was thankfully free of suspicion.

His list of suspects now narrowed to two with Neon and Syuen both fighting for fi-

His jaw was lazily gripped with a pair of slender emerging from the covers, its length stretching to poke his cheek as its owner made themselves known with a familiar streak of purple, “You mumble too much….”

Syuen woke with the cutest of yawns, her head quickly descending atop the Commander’s shoulder coming dangerously close to his neck, “I woke you up?” He replied, numbed arm bringing his beloved to hold even tighter into his heat.

“What time…?” She wondered, thigh moving to cover the officer’s groin with her lower body still held within the weighted fabric, “I need….I need to uh.”

She was seconds away from falling asleep again wasn’t she? Reaching for the device which tasted greatness so many hours prior, the time upon the illuminated screen read….oh he just couldn’t see it, his eyes were still adjusting to the morning light, “Dunno, just sleep a bit more.”

Sleep a bit more? SleEp A bIt ‘MoRe’? She was the greatest Ceo the Ark had ever seen for crying out loud! The third head of the greatest industry passed through her family line in times before the Ark was even a CONCEPT in the minds of the masses. She held a company FOUNDED on inventing and revolutionizing a monopoly of technological advancements others could only DREAM of creating! SHE made Matis. SHE had made the memory wipe machine and perfected its design So no! She would not simply, ‘fall back asleep’ as the world demanded to see her adorable face once again!

 

“K.” Her voice came.

“Commander, it is currently 11:54 pm. Do I have to remind you that you were tasked with clean up and taking apart th-” The oh so tentative voice of his second command softly announced through his door frame, Rapi’s eyes widening the slightest bit seeing the familiar face nestled into the bare chest of the Commander.

“...I’ll let you take the day off then.”

“Thanks Rapi.”

“Neon and Anis are out and I can only prevent them from wandering into your room for so long. Do you want everyone to find out your secret?”

 

“....I don’t mi-”

 

“Your Nikke’s right for once….I should get going.” Syuen quickly interjected, her words no doubt wanting to, yet her body remained as it were.

Closing the wooden door with a click, Syuen met the golden gaze her beloved wore beneath his messy bun, its form now untied letting loose the torrent of tar that were his lengthy braids.

They had a scent of wood chippings to it for whatever reason, “Morning~” 

Gosh her voice sounded horrible in the mornings…how was her breath too? She didn’t remember much of the early morning if they did anything after the roo…

The roof…

Feeling the full features of the man’s golden lips meet her forehead, the faintest bit of blood making its way to her ears, “Want anything to eat before you go?”

Syuen allowed the question to sit within her mind, half of it wanting to know if the man even remembered the conversation they had and the other wanting to feast on every little edible thing the man owned in his home.

“Some tea would be nice.” The officer smiled at the petite Ceo so carefree in his arms. She wasn’t even fighting his affection anymore was she? God his heart was racing just holding her like this.

Sighing as her worries dissipated for the time being, Syuen left her arm to massage the man’s bare stomach, nails bumping against that marvelous six pack he was so humble about. 

‘....’ There they lay, minds long since forgetting the compromising position they had. Someone could waltz in and discover a sight only a select few needed to know.

With eyes dangerously leaning into the other’s as Syuen felt herself easing off his frame, Her bare thigh remained upon his covered member, its length twitching alive for the slightest bit off her sheer presence alone….it's been three going four years and she still aroused him so?

 

Men were strange.

 

His shoulder was free yet his arm remained pressed beneath her side, the matted hair of his Ceo found itself on the right most pillow upon his sheets as bare breasts no longer clung to his warm blooded body.

“Something on my face?” The officer entered barely above a whisper…well, tried to.. his voice cracked bringing a restrained chuckle from the one before him.

 Her eyes fell into a rest, mind undoubtedly clear from the volatile emotions that held her prior.

Those beautiful features held so nicely upon her….it blossomed within the Commander’s heart, the sight far too much seeing that teasing smile frame her lips once more.

His fingers hooked her chin, lips of his own leaning close to capture the taste he missed dearly.

 

Was she serious about starting a family? Was she seriously suggesting he wake to such a sight every morning? Cooking and cleaning up after a little thing they made and to watch them grow into an incredible person? She truly? Truly wanted that for him? 

He’d be honoured, tears of his own now barely tracing his cheek at the touch his beloved’s digits had to his maw. They broke apart.

Then kissed again, now truly comfortable in the other’s embrace.

“You really want a family? Really?” Came that unnaturally timid voice of his bratty beloved, eyes finally meeting the auburn jewels swimming before her.

“Like you had to ask.” Was his reply, a smile taking point upon those beautiful lips of his.

Syuen traced her finger against them, voice almost dying upon her throat as thoughts unheard ran through her mind, the praise spoken with mirth hours prior still fresh as daisies within her conscience.

It didn’t take much for these words to slip her…yet she felt the words were becoming more and more natural with how often the handsome pest before her bugged it out of her, “I love you…so, so much.” 

That grin…that goofy grin she had. He loved it.

A daughter sounded nice…though the thought naturally came with intriguing questions and obvious fears.

One such being her name…

Serri had a nice ring to it.

Notes:

HAPPY NEW YEARS!

I'm early? Well, let's just say it is

Chapter 7: Gym date with our wife YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY

Summary:

Syu and you know who go to work out....it doesn't work out

Notes:

I won’t lie, half way through I stopped fw writing this chap for reasons unknown.

My fault for taking so long. No excuse, let me make it up to y'all

Exercise• 

 

Any activity that seeks to develop one's body or mind in a healthy and sustaining way with or without the aid of machinery. Primary examples of genres of exercise would be calisthenics and kick-boxing. 

Fatigue

Oh the Commander was fatigued alright.

Nigh immortal and almost blindingly optimistic to a fault some would say ... .the man felt no less than a mushy sack of kale in the current moment, discomfort not being the word he’s used to describe himself.

Though his mind was a haze, the man could have sworn he was without ailment, hell he was snoozing like Neon in his beloved's arms so how could this be?

A mystery indeed.

There was a warmth pressing on his forehead as the recoil of this ungodly hour raked across his mind.

The rise and fall of a familiar softness, a scent dancing through his senses like a ballerina practising her solo….was he cuddling his Ceo? 

Does he dare open his eyes to glimmer over her restful form? He really could imagine it couldn't he? The slightest part of her cherryful lips beneath the tiniest nose, her lashes ever glossy no matter the occasion, seen shut as her mind remained on rest…there was no other definition he could think of when entertaining the words ‘beauty sleep’. His girlfriend was that definition.

“Mmmmmmm.” A murmur in her frame, the slight vibration shaking what remained of the Commander’s fatigue from his form. This warmth he was feeling, a heat that so desperately argued his lackadaisical nature back to sleep, the braided man so desperately attempted to heed its calling.

His heart betrayed his mind for the motion of his legs yet he knew he needed to…his arms were a comfortable rest around Syuen’s waist no less than the sweetest of embraces yet his mind persisted.

The soreness was fading making way for a tone of expectation for the future; the conversation still fresh on his mind….Serri, why did this name mean so much to him?

He wanted to pull apart, to allow his snappy beloved the right to remain in her mind yet her determination overshadowed his, her arms locked so passionately around his nape preventing the escape from her petite bust.

Never will he tire of resting as he was, though, a reason of worry was passing through his mind.

“Mhm…” She was stirring again, eyes like satellites cracking to the soft light flooding through the room. The scent of woodchippings atop a mattress softer than money could buy, it was like home for the Ceo.

Syuen could barely think much less stir as she wanted to, failing to find the reason why she wasn't living in his abode already. Why wasn't she claiming ownership of this room yet? She really should visit that nimrod more often; If not for him then the bed instead, “What time is it?” He was listening, she knew he was he

“Dunno.” She was poking his hair, nails like acupuncture to his scalp, “Pass the phone?”

A pause in her heart….contemplation.

 

Sigh

 

She needed to know anyway. Can't spend too long dilly dallying in bed unlike some of her Nikkes.

Reaching back for the nightstand a distance away, slender fingers easily found the charging rectangle positioned as it always was per the Commander‘s taste.

He had a habit of placing it closer to the edge of the stand.

For these words weren't needed, the device being passed to the thankful man checking his screen beyond his beloved's shoulder, nose still deeply enveloped in the normally sassy boss’ bosom.

7 am, January 2nd

Three messages pinged to him in the Missilis Gc

One from Ingrid

Another from Mustang

Dear god…

They slept through the entirety of yesterday? “It's seven in the morning.”

Syuen mewled again, “That early? Go back to bed.”

“We slept through yesterday.”

“....”

“Today's the second.”

“....?”

“We need to get up…I'll go make something.” Though it remained, the lull of the sheets felt lighter for whatever reason. Maybe sleeping through an entire day as a working adult was to blame.

The Commander shifted with ease despite the string in his heart, feet meeting the carpeted floors much to the whine of his wife…soon to be anyways, struggling to find the necessary reason in her heart to depart.

A stretch, one that tugged every ligament and tendon through his entire body once reaching his feet.

‘Messages…’ 

“Where's the shower again?” The Commander took a gander over his shoulder, the blatant humanity seen through an otherwise impassable vessel of aphrodite became his sight. Matted hair that frayed at its ends, a slight drool to the corners of her smudged lipstick…Syuen was beautiful no matter her state.

A twitch to her brow, wc was she frowning? “Stop staring before I kick you again, I need to get up and wash my face." She chastised with the cutest slur to her tone.

The sight before him illuminated with the golden rays of the sunshine off  behind…this wasn’t fair to his heart, such a sight like anesthesia for his reason for work. Was she flushing for the smile he was making? “ Do we really need to leave? what do you have planned anyways?”

Just hearing the words ‘planned’ brought a shiver through her spine, one Syuen in no way would be reasonably be acknowledging anytime soon, “God I hope it's nothing, Rian's been hounding me for slacking off lately no thanks to a certain someone. I just have some reports that need my signature and something to do later tonight." His Ceo stretched as well, a yawn slipping her maw bringing her thin arms high.

 

Ooooh, armpit.

 

 “This is your fault, make it up to the company by pushing Missilis stuff on your socials.”

The man's grin remained through his love’s ire, a small workout made to properly greet the day, “Nah.”

“I will strangle you boy. Don’t make me hack your accounts”

“Mhm.”

Ahh so he wasn’t taking her seriously? Unbeknownst to the man con his twentieth concurrent push-up the gaze of his Ceo darkened ever so slightly with philistine thoughts…she’ll get her comeuppance sooner or later

A pop echoed from her spine, the sequential sound resonating through the cooled room, “You might even like being choked, you’re too much of a simp for me.”

“Maybe, maybe not, who’s to say?” The shirtless officer was lying out his teeth.

“Come do a push up with me.”

Quirking her brow, Syuen leant ever so slightly over to where her lover enacting his morning routine, the dip like exercise he was doing with twin bars on the floor sending motions of both intrigue and disinterest through her body “Howwww about no? Aren’t squats enough as is? I don’t want gorilla arms like you or Maxwell.”

A snort from the man, “Really? Maxwell?” The strange researcher might not look it but she had some incredibly defined traps and obliques despite her frame, “Legs are fine and all but a healthy core won’t be hurting anyone…indulge me this once honey.” With the slightest bit of sweat cascading down his jaw, the man practically begged the seated CEO for an audience on the floor with him, her scrutinous gaze for the blatant degeneracy seen before her was this close to kicking her out the room.

Yet…she always loved his scent whenever he got a good stretch in.

So, like any sane woman would when asked a favour of their golden retriever of a lover, the brilliantly cute Ceo of Missils crawled to the edge of the man’s bed melting like snow off his immaculate sheets to the floor beneath, the natural scent of her beloved passing her senses for a moment, “Rejoice, I’m entertaining your whims on my own merit. You better buy me something after this.” She reached her feet moments later, an oversized top (his) and boxers (his again) being her chosen outfit.

“Before you start with your foolishness ease up a bit, we’ll need some room.”

 

…{}...

 

Okay between the dresser, the closet and his bed there really wasn’t all that much room to work with, “Colour me impressed.” Syuen really was getting a good stretch in. hips, core and her lower body seen with a slight glisten due to the golden rays peering through the window, “Ready? The big strong Commander wouldn’t dare tap out before his dainty CEO now would he?” lifting herself from her lunge, the Commander paid little mind to the callous grin upon the cherries of his beloved’s lips, eyes a deep determination into the mocha of his own.

He stepped before the woman, bodies now parallel with the other, “Start us off.”

“So confident…it’s not like we’ll be doing anything strenuous anyways. Being sweaty’s gross.”

“Mhm…”

“What was that?”

“What was what?” the Commander feigned innocence already holding a plank.

“That ‘mhm’! Don’t ‘mhm’ me! What’re you trying to say??”

“Weren’t you going to start us off?” There he goes again, changing the topic.

Syuen shot an eye roll moving into a comfortable stand, "Ankle raises. Just follow my tempo.” The Ceo started them off, bare feet on the carpeted grounds running through the usual drills already knowing something so mundane wouldn't give either of them the pull they deserved, “How often do you exercise?” The Commander wondered seeing his petite CEO easily matching his pace.

“You really think I sit on my ass in meetings all day and night?” A quirk to her brow which held no real weight, it made sense for him to think that afterall, not like she gave him any reason not to.

“Most people aren’t as active, I only assumed.” Thirty raises over, both Commander and Ceo barely able to feel the exercise in their calves yet they continued with the next, Syuen seen starting off with regular ol squats with surprisingly good posture, “And what did I say assuming things about me? You want to know something, ask. Do I make myself clear boy?”

A sincere chuckle left him in his motion, the slightest bit of wetness coming upon his brow, “yes Ma’am.” Never will he tire seeing that playful anger in her eyes, the subtle grin she tried hiding a clue to her mood thus far, “So cranky and for what? There’s still so many things I don’t know about you.”

Twenty squats done so far, “And here I thought I was a damn open book. Maybe I was wrong for thinking my boyfriend was as attentive as I thought. Hmph.”

Gasp! “You might be right…I did miss the fact you’ve recently been trying different shampoos and been experimenting with different shading in your art. What will you do with me?” Thirty squats over with, the petite Ceo now adding lunges into her set.

“(sigh) I couldn’t possibly tell you. I ask myself that question everyday, you know.” So he does notice…of course he does, the loser is obsessed with her.

“I'm on your mind everyday? Aw.” His CEO grimaced at the line, upset for both the validity of the claim and its cornyness, “I thought you hated me Syu, you should have said something sooner.” 

“I just might start if you keep bothering me with your antics nimrod.” 

“Mhm you’re life’s too dull, admit I give it some colour.” The lunges weren’t anything special though Syuen could be seen with a light layer of sweat upon her chin, most of it being soaked by the officer’s top, “You’re most certainly a colourful character alright, straight out of a fairytale. That’s how childish you are.”

“Like it isn't part of the charm just admit it.”

“Me? Saying I like a second rate Commander like you? You're getting so bold you know that?”

The officer snickered at the valid claim, “Second rate? Ohh but you like second rate don't you?”

“So much questioning! Go be an investigator if you want a confession so much.” Grinning at the thought of it, the Ceo wondered just how much she could bleed from the officer “Wouldn't that be nice? You are a cute monocle and your magnifying glass or whatever detectives use.”

Wouldn't that be something? Thirty lunges later and on that thought, Syuen quickly switched to a set of explosive squats, frames barely bothering the carpeted floors unlike the ape of a man she decided to love.

“Whatever…roleplay you're thinking of, I'm not interested.” The man huffed a slight but using some effort, “Maybe.”

The Ceo rolled her eyes, “Pervert. Is sex all you think of?”

“I could have been talking about Halloween or cosplay, I don't even know where that came from.” That smug prick! Syuen grimaced beneath that scat eating grin of the officer, “If I weren't a Commander though, what'd you think I'd do-”

“Male stripper.” She couldn't herself in all honesty, nearly losing her balance noting the deadpan expression her Commander was wearing, “Not even that funny, it was one time too. You don't need to bring that up.” 

“Calm down will you? One of these days you're gonna laugh with me whenever I mention that again you know.”

“Kill me dead if that day comes PLEASE.”

An acute sadness befell the hopping CEO, lips curled downwards a way that both irritated and captivated the man, “If I could I would. You're too valuable to dispose of, unfortunately.”

 

Vrrrr

Vrrrr

 

Wiping the sweat from her chin, Syuen quickly drew the hem of her (the Commander’s) shirt to the edges of her features, the first set of her routine finally over giving her a moment of rest.

“Stepping out for a second, don't start without me.” Approaching the CEO for a second seemingly unaware of the state she was in, “I'm begging, don't miss me too much. You know you hate leaving you on your own already.” Clasping his hands now to the door, the taller officer paid little mind to the hefty pillow thrown at Mach speed upon his nose, the perpetrator seen in utter comfort upon his sheets.

“Hurry up before I lock you out, this bed is whispering demons talking to me right now.”

 

Vrrrr

Vrrrr

 

The door slid shut not a second more, the ever present golden rays beyond the drawn curtains painting his room a picturesque oil with its main target seen in lethargy, body limp against the mattress slowly claiming her whole again.

It seemed no matter the activity nor effort this bed was blessed to call anyone lingering upon its frame a blissful slumber, their eyes bewitched to be lead for their bodies grew ten times in weight.

Yet, all of it was for naught. Syuen was far more mentally astute than some bed could ever manipulate, “I don't want to go…” She'll admit it, God she loved her boyfriend's abode.

It felt good being here, unconfined to the muggy, stale air the Ark reeked of more times than not contrary to the atmosphere the simple commute here the night prior made.

The night prior….

What a daunting task, creating life that is. Heavens she wanted to do as her mother did and more; though she won't be truly alone as she was.

*** is with her. For all the times her rotten personality came he stuck through just as harshly never once truly looking down on her always wanting the best for her no matter how much of a desperate attempt she made to prove otherwise. 

Never has the idea of bringing something truly her own been so alluring for her. It went against her pride merely thinking of the act so as to be so supportive of the idea, with her through the ups and downs there was sure to be.

She meant every word of it.

What else could she give to satisfy him?

Sigh

 

Vrrrr

Vrrrr

Alright that noise is getting on her nerves.

Stretching for devices ringing upon the sheets, the Ceo answered the seventh call barely caring for the one on the other end. At this point she's getting tired of hiding their relationship.

Click

“He's busy, piss off and call agai-"

 

“MONSIOR COMMANDAAAAAAAAAAAANT HOW ARE YOU?!” A boisterously familiar cry came from the phone's speaker.

 

Sigh

 

“Mustang? It's…” Wow it's late, “Eight in the morning, whatever it is to bother some other capable Commander.” Her brain's on the fritz, adding that sleaze in the mix might genuinely send her into an early grave.

“Madam Syuen? ‘Of course you'd be with him’ (translate it french) Do you know how long I've been trying to reach you? You really should be around your cell more often.” He was? Guess it died sometime in the morning.

Syuen didn't even know where it was really,, The only thing to call back on was the conversation she had with the braided man…that and beating Ingrid in poker before losing three million credits to her later on.

God she is good.

“Well? I'm here aren't I? Spit it out and maybe I'll entertain your strange whims.” 

“Well ‘Apologize’ if I've disturbed you two! Here I thought of a nice little retreat to bring your plus one to a fulfilling day at Body x Body. You wound me Miss Syuen.” He was weeping, jestful weeps he was likely drying with a fake tissue.

“Did you see the taglines?” Yet his voice stole with an honest glee, the blues truly vanishing from his tongue, “‘Love them like it's the last!’ The new year may be behind us and so have we left our old sleeves in the prior year.”

“We're working adults Mustang, he's dropping me off by Misslis before heading off to do who knows what who knows where on the surface. Shame on you for thinking he can drop everything and be by you at the snap of your fingers.”

 

Click

 

“I got peanut and raisin flavored splendamin with some water. Want it?” Ever thoughtful, ever incredible….

Damn it Commander.

Of all times to pop in and be a good partner that fulfills her needs without asking, why now? “Driving to drop you off hmm?” 

*** hummed, “That Mustang?”

“‘Y’ELLO Commander!’ Have you gotten the chance to read my messages?” He wondered with lightness in his tone.

“I was caught up with something. I'm getting to it though.”

“Ahh no worries. Have you been merry my friend? I really am calling to check up since you disappeared earlier.” No waver in his tone, he truly meant what he said.

“Just enjoying the rest of my vacation. Might roam about the Ark for some groceries. Any grand plans scheduled I should know about? Do I need to clear my schedule to help with anything?” 

Being handed the phone as Syuen sat up, the Commander witnessed the slight show of her stretching the gathering soreness from her joints, oversized shirt riding to reveal the width of her hips.

“I know, I know. Everyone needed a bit of wind down time didn't they? It worked out.“

“Mmm, and for what you said a little bit back could you really check those messages?”

“Looking at it now.”

“I'm sorry, what?”

Mustang was laughing, cackling as a matter of fact.

Laughing until his sides genuinely hurt, the Commander’s almost deadpan tone a loop through his mind fed his amusement even more.

The Ceo before him raised a brow at the now speaker bound conversation.

“I’ll take your silence as agreement Commandant ***. Fret not my friend, this is an incredible opportunity should you use it effectively!”

“Are you sure we can't put this off? I'm uh…still finding an excuse to not do this.” 

“Non non Le Commandant! We require your audience on the avenue of Exercise! Just think about it, the miracle Commander himself displaying feats to humanity all corners of the Ark promoting inclusivity with Nikke and human kind alike! Please don't make me send graphs Commander, anything but that.”

“Graphs?”

“Well, time to break that which has never been broken before!” Mustang muttered with honest suspense.

 

Wuh?

 

Somehow the man was face to face with the Ceo in a classroom of sorts, boards lined with a manner of chalk diagrams and arrows the man both did and didn't recognize, “I'm not so sure you've noticed Commander but you have somehow become the face of Nikke positivity and inclusiveness not only with your honest consideration, not only proactive involvement and exposure with them but your natural charisma treating them as the women they were before.”

“Huh..?”

“Exibit A. The outpost. This is a place recently opened to the public where for a small fee anyone can spend their desired amount of time on a controlled part of the surface enjoying the fruits of the Ark's discriminated soldiers efforts seeing what can and can't be done in a few short years.”

A diagram of both the monetary gain and overall tourism the Outpost had generated was sketched, the floor plan of the miniature city seen as a key of sorts was placed in the bottom left to the Nikkes and humans alike who've visited the most.

Several circles were to highlight the most frequently visited areas of the Outpost as well, “The hotel, the gate, the shopping district, the park, the movies, all of these places are a melting pot for human and Nikkes alike invoking an unwritten rule that no matter how prejudiced one was, all of it was to be left at the elevator you ariiiiiiiiiiiiiiiived~!”

“Wuh…?” Wait no he understood that point, “Yay…?”

“In just eight short years you've managed to greatly sway the public opinion of Nikkes more than most in over a century…despite my efforts. More and more you will see establishments removing their anti-nikke advertisements either fearing the growing majority or public backlash.”

“When was the last time you saw blatant discrimination against them? Seen protests calling for them to be removed from the Ark or laws passed to further oppress them?” More charts drawn by a..chibi? Mustang came upon the chalk board, arrows seen comparing Nikke discrimination a decade ago up until now.

 

Laws…politics, he’ll need to study those eventually.

 

“Alright, alright I think I get what you’re giving. Where are you going with this?” Staring at the taller Ceo draped in a disciplinarian's uniform, an ever listless sigh came from his tone, body leant against said chalkboard, “What I’m trying to say is ... .you need to show those abs on TV.”

“...”

“...”

The officer shrugged, “Fine, you win. What else do I need to know?”

Oh cool the real world again.

Syuen’s gone tho.

“Ah! Marvelous my friend! We expect you no later than nine at the body x body gym! You know Rumani, yes? The head coach for the Coral avenue branch?”

He didn’t…though he felt like he should. It was a name he felt he should know for no particular reason.

“Doubtful. Am I expecting anything?”

“Where’d be the fun in the surprise if I told you hm?”

‘Another chill now upon his lower back, just how badly will he be traumatized now? This newfound worry of it being broadcasted on television again …His fingers met the subtle beard he had, “We-we’ll be there Mustang.”

“We?”

“Should I not bring Syuen?” The braided ravenette could only assume.

“AH! That reminds me- Oh but where would be the suspense? The shock and deliberation seeing faces only a mad man would suggest for this event?! Please *** hurry and let this tightly lipped suffering end!” Almost begging from wherever he found himself, the sudden pleads upon speaker stole a slight chuckle from the man’s lips, situation causing a lapse in focus for the click of the door, a certain someone wandering into the room again.

“Is there anyone you can tell me to expect? Give me something!” It would be weird having a camera focused all on his body all day long.

The show man clapped somehow accessing his screen to display a few images.

Not even gonna question that at this point, “Ah! You already know who to expect my braided associate! The marvelous bunny twins of course, a certain face from Prima Donna and those from Cafe Sweety.” He punctuated with a chuckle sending the older Commander in for a loop at his sentence’s end.

Cafe Sweety? Milk and Sugar? They’ll be there? Those two? “Sweety’ll be there? You should have led with that then.” 

“Anyone else?”

“Hmm, just some other Nikkes and humans who won a raffle to participate, you didn’t think we’d be the only men there did you?” Would it be egotistical, narcissistic or logical to honestly say yes?

“No comment.” The Commander laughed, “See you soon my friend, try not to objectify me too much.”

“Ahaha no promises love~ Tataaaaa!”

Click

“Don’t worry, I’ll objectify you for them.” Such a casual tone, oh the man wonders whosoever it could belong to.

Did he really not hear her step in? “Look at you being inclusive, humanity thanks you Syu-”

 

…Oh.

 

Was he having a stroke? What other reason existed for his heart to be drumming like a bondsman against his chest? Speechless hazels ran circuits across the figure ignorant to the reddening happening upon his features, childish bewilderment overrunning his mind for the briefest moment

What a loose top, words that read, “Kiss the Commander” as her scent stole what little air remained in the man’s lungs, one the origin of allure couldn't help but place a proprietary grin on her features.

Syuen teased, “Am I distracting you from your call love?” A twist in her frame. Arm now cushioning to accentuate her growing bust, the slightest tilt of her head giving life to the vibrance of her gaze, “Pick your jaw from off the floor, it is nothing you haven't seen before.”

He was staring, truly.

…Were her breasts getting bigger? 

Tossing his phone onto the mattress wherever it ended up, a singular motion came from the officer's finger to the neutrally stanced Ceo blessing his sight, the clockwise motion obviously hinting to what he desired.

Her Lavender gaze thinned for the action, disinterest the only visible emotion upon her incredible features marching to the dresser, “Don't feel like it. Surely you can look and not touch the merchandise?” She was heading for her make-up kit.

“Merchandise? You think you're priceless?” An extended step to block her path upon the carpets.

Syuen barely noticed, eyes remaining steady ahead contrary to the wall of a man before her, “One of one and easily damaged…so handle me with care will you?” 

Damn his beating heart, “Mustang’s asking me to co-host a fitness program he's been advertising.” Syuen passed the man to the dresser she’s practically stolen, hands moving for her hair hairbrush first and foremost.

“And what does this program entail?”

“He was light on the details, wanted it to be a surprise when I got there.”

“Can't you just check Tetra's Bla-network? Easier that way.” 

True, very true. However, “...That's boring.”

A very much necessary eye roll and a sigh came once adding a light foundation, one of those bemused sighs where one can't really be bothered to continue with an argument, “Being updating on information relating to an assignment is boring?”

She paused, eying his expression within the mirror.

The Commander whistled a lovely tune behind his oh so tiny beloved, her stone gaze bouncing off no less than rubber on pavement.

“And tell me why you want to be a deputy Chief again?” Sweat resistant mascara found its way to her palms, body a slight tilt forwards running through the familiar motions, “Think I don't see you dawdling back there too? What're you up to?”

Neither innocent nor guilty, the Commander’s expression spoke of his indifference, mocha gaze capped to her within the spacious mirror, “Wondering how I can style this mess you call hair.” It was reaching a slight bit past her shoulders once untied, much like his own.

A scoff passed his ear, “Gonna ignore that comment cause I'm in such a good mood.”

“When was the last time you even tried to do someone's hair?” A glance behind that truly met his eyes.

Come to think of it….

“Com-commander, can I ask a selfish request?” Vesti spoke curled like the cute ball she was holding her service pistol upon her bed.

Normally the strange sight would be of some concern if it were any other Nikke, though for whatever reason he simply couldn't find a reason to fear the 5’2 murder machine with social anxiety.

That and laying on Emma as if she were a pillow did wonders for his loopy mind, that and the ice pack she held against his noggin.

“Shoot, no promises though.” 

That sing-song voice of his, it stole a sly chuckle from the one he laid on.

Vesti's lips parted…then closed, then parted again! Then closed once more, every action forcing her features to burn brighter than the last.

Through her petite friend's deliberation, Emma hummed a familiar tune that a game show Yan hosts uses when time to make a money making decision, her patience long since trained to wait on her anxious friend's words.

“Oh…okay! If it isn't any trouble andifyourefreecouldyoudomyhair?” Her voice squeaked the tiniest request bringing her knees to her chest, “I want to change things up yknow? Only if you're free.” 

Her gaze remained hidden beneath her knees as the weight of the small request was allowed to ricochet through both Emma and the officer’s mind, both glancing at the other with eyes of curiosity.

The Commander made a motion with his hand intuitively stopping Emma from gushing over how light the last member of Absolute's request was, her arms returning back in idle with the buttons upon his top.

Hair…Syuen always did his meaning he picked up a thing or two whether he wanted to or not. How could he refuse? “Of course.”

 

 

And again…

“Servant? How quickly must you leave the North?” Her voice came with the wind, the sudden uptick in its speed causing a string of worry through the Nikke’s mind to whether the man heard her query.

Shoveling snow off a path Unlimited used, the officer draped in a cutesy fur coat hummed to the distant empress just as her resolve came to repeat, her figure seen approaching the officer one step at a time.

“Leave? You want me gone so soon? My heart….” 

“No no, nothing of the sort love. I only ask as I’d like to give Alice and Neve something to remember you by…I know we've called you out here on such short notice and all.”

Gift…unless they'd like some snow with his signature it's not like he had much of anything on him, “They take cash or credit?”

“Debit.”

“Checking or Savings?”

“Savings.”

“Shoot…what can I do for em then?”

She clapped, body poised in what the officer could only call a rather dynamic pose clasping her arms. “I would very much like for you to do Alice’s hair before you leave. I and Tove have always done it though a change of pace is typically good for the soul.” She was face to face, The officer could almost see the dignified nobility that swam through her irises.

A hand upon his chest with her ever balmy expression, gloved palm set to idle as its origin stepped ever closer to one she could depend on the most…never will Ludmilla understand just how handsome a single soul could be. “Do Alice and Neve is sure to want to match too, ergo we do both.” The slight push of her arms downwards.

Ludmilla could look all she wanted, she was smart enough to know he was already hitched. Folding her arms beneath her bust stanced upon the shoveled path, her azure gaze gave a silent questioning as if the man would entertain anything but the answer she knew.

“If it’s for Alice…sure. I've been meaning to try styling again.” Placing the shovel on a wooden fixture to the right, the man's boot met the limp shin of the Nikke before him, the rhythmic rise and descent of her chest an indicator for the life and power held within her Core.

Neve murmured, then groaned, then yawned and stretched creating a mock snow angel, inquisitive gaze softening seeing the officer’s homely features, “Burlyyy beaaaar~ Are you done? Can we make snowmen now?” Another yawn which might very well be her last given the Nikke's position already falling asleep again.

He couldn't have that could he?

“Uuuup you go.” With the slightest bit of strain Neve's heart almost jumpstarted being hoisted so easily, the distance between her and her bear closing faster than she would have liked causing a slight stumble into his arms, “Thanks…”

She's awake now.

“Is another squad lost again? I heard someone say my name.” 

“Nope~ Alice simply has a surprise for you.” Ludmilla clarified.

“Oh…okay. Is burly bear included?”

“Yes.”

“Okaahay, let's go!” Yeah the Commander got dragged like a ragdoll not three moments later, the subtle smirk of the Queen not missing him in the slightest.

The again…

The sunshine, warm and invigorating upon all who felt its brilliance, cotton clouds seen shifting through its forever routine beneath the azure shine.

A hill, small, quaint and personal for the one prefered its silence. He's lost count of the times he's fallen asleep atop the serene lime, the beds of grass rich in soil oddly calming no matter the state he found himself in.

Through joy the hill spoke to him.

Through contemplation the hill gave room to discuss

Through anger the hill gave space to vent.

Jackal couldn't help herself seeing the abundant flowers before the man-made path, her lips enjoying the taste that were the petals of tulips, hibiscus and thymes.

She ran, bounced and shouted all the pent up energy for the months made without release, her joy nearly infectious for the sole man merely resting his eyes.

“Commander! Commander!” She stopped just short of his feet breathing the slightest sign of her fatigue.

“Hm?”

“Wanna see which of us can run down the hill faster?!” The Nikke almost glowed with desire bouncing on her heels.

“Like you read my mind.” A gasp, honest surprise to how readily available he was for her whims…normally all she received was a curt denial.

“O-on your marks!” She was wasting no time was she?

Stepping beside her within an instant and meeting her smile, the near feral Nikke felt a sort of…strike upon her Core, the feeling like a hammer against anvil seeing that cheshire grin of his beneath that bun.

“Setgo!” Screw that feeling of incredulous anxiety staring at him brought. Right now she has a race to win!

Bolting like rockets down the hill's decline, the duo sprinted with all they had ignorant to the noise made in their wake. The wind whipping across their faces, the anticipation locked neck and neck in their trial as the shock of traveling so fast came upon their knees….this was living, life down to its purest form!

Hehehehehaha!!!

“HEHEAHAHAH!! COMMANDERRRRR!” Lovelovelovelove!!!

The surface was amazing!!!!!

Though the ground came faster than Nikke could have anticipated, the steady level of the once decent slipped her causing her knees to fail her.

“Down she goes…” Faceplanting, before ragdolling into a pile of autumn leaves, both knew it would have taken far more than a simple tumble to take such a Nikke out the conversation, her petite for springing surprisingly high from the shrubs she found herself.

That laugh of her, giggles that could warm even the cruelest of hearts. The laugh of someone merely living their life solely in the moment free from the worries of the world for this one instance.

She was beautiful…

Though…

“Jackal…” He dragged, a bead of sweat passing his chin, “Come.”

“Comming~” 

Faithfully, she passed not one step further before him, eyes swimming in curiosity and anticipation for whatever words would leave those kissable lips of his.

 

Ah!

 

Awe yeah!!! She was getting pets and scratches!!!

Goddess knew her mind melted against the fingers itching that specific spot behind her ear, his arms like radar searching for all the sensitive spots he knew where to find.

“You're the best girl aren't you? Falling for me too?” He was being literal with Jackal collapsing no less than a slackened house of cards into his arms.

“Just how badly were you planning on letting it get too?” The braided officer knew the Nikke spent little to no time truly caring for herself but to really witness the state of her hair…

“Jackal.”

“Yeeeeah?”

“Can I do your hair?”

“Mkaaaaay.”

“....Sometime ago.”

“....you are so lucky I tolerate you. Mess anything up and I'm twisting your balls off.” It couldn't be helped, her makeup was about finished anyways.

“And you get a trophy of your most prized possession.” The older officer joked, hands already moving in his new found craft.

“You're lucky if any part of you sells past 300 credits.”

His eyes rolled, “Take a good look then, when I get kidnapped knows when you'll get the pieces back again.”

She turned, slender fingers confining his jaw in a playful vice, “They’d take you, you’d talk their ear off before they dump you somewhere else leaving me to find you.” 

“Mhm…what style are you looking for again?.” Alas, the grin of victory became her features, her arm meeting her side once more standing against the man as if she were a wall before the mirror.

He really was that much taller huh?

“We should switch bodies for a day…”

“We should.” A slight sweat upon her brow hearing the man’s response…she wasn't talking in her mind?

“You’d…want that? Why? 

Once more their gazes matched the other within the mirror, “You want to be in my body. Why?”

“Okay, one.” Syuen gripped the man’s nose, “Ack!”

“Don't question me~” Just as easily his nose was released, path of breathing far easier used the slight burn.

“And two, why wouldn't I want to be? I can reach the….top shelf and stuff.” 

He could laugh, could tease which would get him pinched or some other thing. Yet, “The top shelf…anything else?”

Again, an eye roll from her, “I don't know, I'd go bench 500 or whatever it is men do.”

“Go on.”

“I'd take a stroll without having to worry about someone wishing death upon me, head to a cafe or something before getting harassed by five or so Nikkes.” Syuen finished ignoring the slight chuckle from her guilty lover.

“I'd…head back home buying my wife Her favourite desserts before lifting her high and telling her for hours on end just how much I loved and appreciated her! Reading her mind to know exactly what she wanted all day every day too.”

“Oh?”

What little chest she had was puffed higher than it's ever been, clear satisfaction running like syrup through her mind, “Yeah, I'd be awesome like that. A shame such a body is lost on a dimwit like you.”

“Fret not then, I'll train you good and proper eventually.” A self satisfying smirk found home atop her lips, eyes falling lidded for Syuen to hum at her all but normal fantasies with such height.

The Commander blinked for a second, “Wife hm?”

“...”

“...”

“...”

“...Something wrong with me saying that?” Syuen whispered.

The Commander laughed, tired arms pulling away from the newly made twists draped around her shoulder. For all his skills and flights of fancies, all his chatter and boisterous claims, when, if ever had she worn pigtails that had such volume? It wasn't a bad look.

“Not at all.”

 

…{}...

 

8:45 am. God the sun was steaming 

 

“Hun, can we go now?” The air conditioning of his office was starting to wear him down again. He needed air, the sun and moisture no less than a plant needed such items for their growth as well- yet here he sat! Confined to his office's chair, unable to so much as warm up the car waiting for a certain CEO.

She was beautiful, it was a fact. So did that stipulate her changing her outfit seventeen times already??

Look at him, great shorts, sleeveless sweater with his hair tied in twin buns, he looked like a million bucks being all handsome and shit.

 

 

He would have tossed the phone but the screen was already cracked and he honestly couldn't be bothered to order a replacement.

“Dimwit, eyes on me.”

Oh thank heavens, “And they say miracles were rare, let's go.” Never in his life has the officer reached his feet faster than a moment ago, all the necessary accessories he would need already on his person. He was so close, so gosh darn close he could practically taste the lingering scent of sweat which permeated the gym.

“Step through that door and you step out of this relationship.” Direct and on brand, curse the tiny woman.

Even to those beating hazels that begged for forgiveness, Syuen remained strong in her stance, “Now look at me and tell me I'm cute.”

“Beautiful, gorgeous, astounding, astonishing, breathtaking, mind boggling, defiant among others.” Lightly stepping before the tiny Ceo holding a hand to her hip, pleading hazels ran miles against her indifferent lavenders. Sigh all she wanted, Syuen indulged in the man’s request for her arms.

“I'd fall for you all over again if that's what it took, don't make me carry you outside.” 

 

Fiiiiiiine.

 

A loose white top cut before her midsection with a simple sports bra beneath wearing a similarly colored shirt and shorts beneath, ‘Is this what she wears when exercising?’ it looked cute, her very presence wearing on his soul like habits he couldn't shake.

“Can we go now?” Stealing his cap and jacket from his desk within the second, Syuen nodded gingerly making her way to the sliding door already reaching down the stairs, her silence normally being a cause for worry for a puzzle he couldn't decipher right now…maybe she was tired of hiding their relationship to the general public? who knows.

The Commander shrugged.

8:50 am

 

Windows up, radio on with the clear roads of the Ark stretching for kilometers before him, the ride was far too smooth for the literal hell they were volunteering to experience. Maybe the reality hadn't set in yet, maybe they were naive, all a certain Ceo cared about was the strange articles enchanting her gaze and attention.

“Heartwarming, fire fighters grant elderly woman her dream of riding in the big rig, ‘It was everything I wished for and more’ she recounts.” Reading a rather mundane headline, the pig tailed Ceo further twined herself in her seat letting the ambiance of the rap song Volume sang fill the silence.

“Turns out ‘f**k the police’ wasn't a metaphor everyone understood, officer seen in shocking video performing sexual acts to a detainee moments after an arrest.” Syuen read again.

“In the car?” The Commander queried, slowing on the highway's decline.

“Let me check….” Syuen swiped on the article, lower brightness reflecting off her gaze, “Yeah, pulled over and got to work forgetting her body cam was on.” She couldn't keep it in her panties for a little while longer? The self restraint people had today.”

Onto the next, “Wipeout! Turns out mixing adrenaline with women who weigh a collective 6 tons wasn't the best of ideas.” An article about a pileup at a skating ring involving some Nikkes and a human. It's quite funny you know, the first thought that came to her wasn't how the bucket of bolts were imitating humans nor why their memories weren't wiped and sent to the surface yet.

 

No.

 

All Syuen wondered was, “How'd the boards support their weight?”

The Commander shrugged, “It didn't, that's why they fell for each other.”

Syuen snickered, scrolling along as a more ‘screw my boyfriend silly’ song came from Volume's playing.

Hmmm, "The big O is watching, WAITING in the shadows!!! Tips and tricks to spot their signs features Elysion's very own Ingrid Alion-Vlad Naïlity.’”

Wait, the Commander knew those names, “Naïlity? Is that Ingrid's last name.” He half wondered, a part of him surprised her full name hasn't once organically been spoken to him.

“You didn't know? Did you fall out of the sky or something- how long have you been a Commander! Isn't she one of your closest associates?!”

“Yes, shout some more, disorient the person in charge of the car.” Ignoring her scoff, the braided officer took a small glance to his beloved's sitting.

Another hiss against her teeth as he rounded a corner with a tightness to her brow seeing at the corner of his eye, “You alright?” A small query, the man knew she wasn't upset at him.

“No listen to this, ‘Sorry isn't enough if spoken through a defective mouth’ Nikke performer reveals the horrifying truth of her contracts with several entertainment stations.” It felt strange to read the article. She was irritated of course, irritated that people had to go and bother the buckets of bolts when they're only trying to do their jobs alongside another emotion.

“....That's horrible, Who's the performer?” The Commander questioned.

“Michelle Olegra. Are you familiar with her?” 

He wasn't…though the name felt familiar to him. If entertainment was involved it was almost a given for the Mustang to be lurking somewhere, “Don't think so.”

The shifting, artificial trees. The rather remarkable sight beneath the manufacturing morning sky, the Commander found himself lost in the passing sights, half his mind spent theorising on what happened within his gaze. Traffic was minimal as they were getting rather lucky with the lights so far, all of which being green and reds seconds before changing. He passed a round about with a cornfield nearby, a child and their pet seen grazing the field no less than their ancestors so many decades ago.

An overpass came into view as a group of older folks gathered gazing into the somber streets below, far too lost in their own conversations to worry about who it was in the vehicles passing by.

In due time a lightly filled parking lot came into view, masses of individuals seen entering a particular building bringing back that very same mass of unease inside. Oh how his body deflated reading the bright, glowing and obvious sign stapled to its top.

 

Body x Body

 

The ‘X’ is made of dumbbells because…obviously.

“Ready to get stretched.” He could already feel the burn. Both excitement and worry was his being.

“What?”

“Worried already? Don't be…you start panicking then I start and then it gets messy.” He's fought Heretics, Raptures, Nikkes and won most or drawn most of those fights yet this is what freaks him out? It was growing concerning just how uneasy he was parking next to a flashy looking car. Why was he so worried? if history proved right some nefarious being dwelled within scented mats and machines occupying the workspace.

Mayhaps a fourth heretic had entered the Ark disguising themselves as a gym teacher? or a fleet of Raptures have mutated into the gym itself meaning the walls had eyes and were listening to them, WAITING for the perfect chance to strike!

“OI!” snap! “Are you alright?”  

Right, gym.

“Snapping won't get my clothes off silly.” Flicking his cap off her head with ease, the man’s feet easily found the lot's ground letting his ears fall deaf to the minor grumbles of his Ceo, both doors clicking shut after a moment's notice.

The ground felt rough, coarse beneath his feet as the gravel cracked beneath his weight. The air was ripe filtered through his valued lungs, its usual scent thankfully  missing proving truth on his expecting senses.

“Let's head in.” Syuen spoke through dismissive words, posture made loose with his jacket draped like a curtain tail around her elbows.

“Not looking forward to it?” They were stepping, fingers naturally magnetising into the other's, “You sound reluctant.”

“I don't know what to expect, can't really be excited for it.”

Spoken with mild interest…it's the gym, one thing alone could possibly happen. Humming with some level of amusement and relatability, the bronze of the man's eyes fell like syrup over the woman's frame, the volume of her attire finally sinking into his mind as well the slightest contrast of her top compared to the shirt she wore.

Those pigtails…he really outdid himself, he deserved a pat on the back!

The distinct sound of chatter beyond the main desk, the duo held some weed of apprehension for the mass of media or people, “I suppose you'll manage, shorts fit you.” Syuen complimented with a voice made to whisper.

“Hellooooo. Who might you two be now?” The man standing beyond the desk wondered with a friendly smile, his only reward being the acid gaze Syuen made.

Cmon they just stepped in.

“Do you have any idea who I-”

“We're with Mustang, I'm *** and you already know Syuen.” What an excellent save, his voice like honey somehow calming the temperament of his girlfriend, “Is there anything we need to sign…?” 

The man's jaw was rightfully on the floor, the secondary question seeming to fill his aching lungs with the air he so wantonly needed, “O-oh right! my apologies for not recognising you two sooner! Just step beyond the entrance and you'll see everyone.” Oh this poor soul, nerves shooting like iron through his body doing his best with a gaze that could kill fixated upon him.

Nodding just as easily, the Commander tugged the petite ball of anger that was his girlfriend along, a huff heard to which she composed herself quickly after; fingers adjusting her (his) cap from where it sat.

“Hand.” 

It was offered long before she needed to ask, arm raised for her to easily slide her own within his letting the mass of his limb rest upon her own. 

Sweat, rubber, salt, the flavour assaulted her senses quicker than the Ceo expected, “This place stinks! Don't tell me people really spend days here.” It was baffling, horrifying in fact!

A laugh, an honest laugh at its core.

Oh this was going to be an incredible day.

9 am - 10 am

 

 

Noise. However quiet it may be, it was still present. Chatter echoing against the walls as the small crowd roamed about, conversations, laughs, impending attacks of anxiety and nerves, both men and women remained waiting for the true beginning of a day meant to activate every single muscle they had.

She checked, checked again and checked some until it sickened her. Schedules….Rumani had a love hate relationship with them. All these activities to memorize even if they were for the chump's benefit, it felt constrictive.

The Nikke sighed squeezing her personalized grip trainer. Damn the boss and his extravagant plans thrown so suddenly in her face. It was a miracle moving the machines to the back giving them so much space in so little time but to allow just anyone to apply? Look at that girl with the spandex and twin hair buns.

She's stretching properly, that's how you target your body before an exercise compared to SOME women like the smaller girl who looks as if rest was a foreign concept to her. She was just standing; well, slouching now that Rumani looked a tad closer while her yellow friend threw her best impression of a jab.

Well, for what it's worth she was getting paid triple her usual rate accepting this broadcast deal. Maybe some of the chumps would find their calling, maybe one or two could show some promise.

Either way it's a win win.

“Eyes up, that's who I was talking about.” That particular tone…an accent far too deep speaking a language only a few truly knew.

“Mustang?” She followed his fingers, curious gaze meeting an entering duo firing every neuron like gunfire through her mind. We're they? No way, No possible way her eyes were recounting what was happening before her as if it truly were the reality.

Is that the Commander ***? Truly?! And the CEO of Missilis strapped like velcro in his arms?!

A churn came through her stomach with a chuckle, a tick of hers as of late. Not of nerves nor anxiety, not of bewilderment nor superstition 

“You're telling me I can?” The jades of her gaze shone with elation for the unspoken news glossing over her boss’ expression.

His handsome, knowing smile ....”Just ease them into it, please Rumani this is television.”

Her voice fell flat wheezing as the ends of her calloused hands met her nose.

She could train the muscles of a medical marvel and a Ceo?!

“Goodbye My Rumani, I have a show to put on!”.

Yes, Mustang was ready for the oh so many cameras!

“Oh my? The stars which shine brighter than our galaxy, the head and hopes of the people entering hand in hand! Is the Commander and our very own Ceo Syuen *******?!” Out of the way yet somehow capturing the best angles, the film crew took keen interest in the pair's touch, curiously scurrilous embrace on true blast for every station within the Ark to witness.

Oh right, guess they forgot to let go of each other did they?

It had only been a few odd seconds yet the Internet was burning theorising and confirming ships that ain't ever sailed before. The gym however, all eyes varying in interest fell upon them, fact catching the Commander far too off guard to really process just how f**kid he was going to be.

“Will you calm down Musty? He's just my escort. Missilis is a big and controversial name afterall, you don't think sharks aren't waiting to gnaw little ol me to bits and shreds?” Syuen cooed so easily from her scandalous maw with far too heavy a sass daring a soul to refute her claim.

Her and the dimwitted Commander, did the media really think it would happen?

Using the chance seeing the back and forth Mustang made with the Ceo persist, the Commander slipped away, somehow, some wa-

Is that? “Sin?” The words left his maw faster than his mind could process, unsure if he even believed the words falling from his voice.

And she turned, the name's owner hardly surprised to witness the taller man so sought after stupefied to see her, “Maybe, are you the one asking the counselor?” No modifier, no slur in her tone nor hitch in her breath. The inhibitor was off…and it had been for a long time now.

A homely grin, cunning and familiar, one he truly cherished seeing it in full so many years ago, “No…but I can leave a message.”

She approached just as easily, just as confidently though her steps weren't as before. That acid within each motion, hidden scorn even the most astute struggled to identify, missing; in its entirety, “So unfunny, I'm gonna barf Consuelor.” Those hypnotic eyes once so convincing to lie.

The two shared a small, welcoming hug for a friend missing for so long, the years slipping past with so much to be discussed and caught up on. She was on her toes, obviously.

“Before you start weeping and bawling witnessing my perfection, ask yourself, aren't I adorable?” Socked feet spun easily upon the matted floor, the 360° turn a small performance for a true friend.

Wearing a breathable layer of Octopus brand joggers in her signature eggplant shade, the string tied around her waist practically shone beneath the lights bouncing expertly off her leg wear. Going up, the efforts of her time within the gym was more than obvious with that hour glass figure of hers..

Her damascus sports bra a size too small with an elastic choker also branded in Octopus, waves of anger rushed through the man's psyche wishing he truly had the eye to appreciate her attire detail.

What she was wearing was worth more than a simple, ‘nice look, or, ‘she's put herself together.’ A part of him truly wished to have had the eye for fashion to properly express the elegance both Sin and Syuen just…exuded on a daily basis.

“Pick your jaw up lover boy, you've said plenty already.”  She flicked the pink hat she wore ever so higher cluing the astonished officer into the fact her pony tail was through the cap’s back.

“Just, how long has it been? Spare no detail I wanna hear all of it.” Sin could gag with just how pure of a request it was.

“Hmmm, keep up and I might clue you in on what's been going on. “

“Let me guess, married, millionaire, queen of the world both up and under, This is just a courtesy visit isn't it? Throwing your wealth on the people for the sake of it.” 

“Sooooo unfunny, I could roll my eyes.” Sin shrugged with a smile…you know the smile, the smile when there was someone there, “None of those…well, I did manage to steal someone who's just obsessed with me; Sorta like you now."

“Really now?”

“Reeeeeeally, did I mention he was obsessive? Might just whistle and sick him on you, watch him maul you to death like I've trained him.” So bitter with that empty threat of hers, a conniving grin flashing across her, “But that I'd be sad, my precious counselor lost to time destined to fade out…what a fate.”

“Hmm, I never knew I could die. Next time I'm on the surface I'll give you a call when I'm about to, first time and everything.”

Even as the silence of the reunion came, forcing a conversation simply wasn't their style, yet, so much remained unspoken, so much to say, to compliment, to tease and mock.

“I need to ask, why the ponytail?” 

“Boyfriend recommended it, and said he liked the forehead.” 

It was her signature look yet the braids within them, “Braided it himself too, my Knight in shining armor when he isn't fawning over me.”

“Wait, pinch me.”

She twisted his nipple receiving a swift nudge in response. Worth it.

“I'll get you back for that, but you of all people not wanting someone to praise you? Did I die and fall to hell?”

The two paused in their trail before a surprised Quency performing a few calisthenic like warm-ups spooked the daylights out of her, “One, if you're there I doubt it's hell and two, he's a lover boy, always trying to make me laugh no matter the time…..He's stable, nice too.”

Another breath held to rest in her words, their weight and tone more than enough to convey their worth, “Enough of that though, why haven't you asked me why I'm here.”

“Stop me when I'm wrong, to show off, to impress, to actually exercise, to boast, to watch people, to tease, to play, am I off by any chance?”

Again, she rolled her eyes taking a step away, “I work here, Mondays to Fridays from nine to five.” Somehow someway, an intricately designed knife found its way into her palms, the butterfly type weapon spinning akin to a saucer around her fingers, “Turns out people stop caring about your past after a while yet want all the benefits. Does it matter that I used to hypnotise people to their demise? Yeah, if it'll get little tubby to beat his personal best.”

A peek into his gaze for a reaction, maybe mistrust for using her powers or regret as she betrayed her vows and promises, yet, his features stood waiting, expecting closely leaning with eyes eager for the end of her tale.

 

It was embarrassing, didn't he know? 

 

“Know the placebo effect? I just say, ‘get past your best’ and they do it thinking I've hypnotised them! I really don't get it but hey, I'm getting paid so who am I to stop them?” A hand to the base of her neck with a smile, Sin laughed at the memory.

By the way Quency stepped away a couple sentences ago, no one noticed, not even me.

A figure loomed over the Commander, frame blocking the light behind though Sin gave no warning, all she could do was shake her head wanting no part of what was to come.

“Here, swing by some time and get a stretch in. Just having you here boosted our sales by like, 50%” Flicking a golden card easily caught by the braided officer, the two stood as Sin stole another hug before he could even react, once feline gaze softening throwing a kiss through the air stepping away.

“Show off a lil yeah? we all know you can.” There she went, posted at the front of the class beside a woman in blue tights.

God She is so cool.

Tap tap

Hm? someone was-

Turning only to slip beneath the lightest hook ever made his way, that tick of his practically wormed its way upon his features; legs springing back high witnessing Milk already closing the gap.

“Have mercy on the elderly PLEASE.” Oh he was laughing, the sport of it all getting that adrenaline upon his mind. Tossing a trio of hooks all striking his raised guard.

To the leg, his hips and head, all easily blocked.

Slipping just beneath an easy jab with a spin striking nothing but the cool breeze, another gap was made before Nikke and Commander, her steadfast grin almost impressed with the ease of his evasion.

“Slippery, not too shabby old head.” Milk praised.

 

And where there's one…

 

Flashing yet another grin pivoting on his heel with a raised knee, the man narrowly avoided Sugar's sweeping leg yearning for his dismount admittedly sending both of them off balance, a slight worrisome expression flashing across his eyes.

“Hey.” Arms slender yet firm slipped around his waist to catch, a deliberate weight placed like lock and key holding him firm. “Good to see you again.” Frima oh Frima…

Her head fell like bricks upon his shoulder, truly masterful in using her weight to its truest potential.

“So mean, this has to be discrimination.” His voice begrudgingly moaned, hands tapping the hip of the ever languid Nikke. Her chest was buried in his back as well…her attire really hides her figure doesn't it?

Trying his best to ignore her bust so deeply buried onto him (Her breath was on his neck as well), His finger finally found the only weakness he knew of her, fleshy side invoking a flinch to which she chuckled at.

He was released, the ticklish deviant already falling to a knee, a true victim to the ever present slothful sin upon her “Gonna sleep, wake when ready.” 

Somehow, some way Frima found refuge in a familiar face at her side being an adorable Nikke from unlimited.

 

‘Coincidence? Maybe. 

 

A second

Then three

Then ten more

Both hers and Neve's bodies went limp taking their first rest in eons.

Sleeping beauties, that's what they were.

“Here I thought the main star wouldn't even show, just what did the boss do to get you out of bed?” Cotton haired with a rosy gaze, Sugar fully stepped to the open mat twisting the rust from her torso.

She was sipping on some mystery  liquid now, “The days seem shorter and the nights feel longer, how long’s it been anyways? Not that I care, I'm just asking.”

“She cares, immediately suggested we apply for the gym when word got out you'd be here.” Milk clarified.

The roll of his eyes, fingers seemingly lost in the maze of his braids, “No no she doesn't care right? Makes no sense wasting time talking about me when I can draw for your file.” Both Commander and Milk joined her on the mat, simple stretches made to keep them active.

“Our files?” Milk questioned.

“Saw us, surface, four weeks ago.”

“You did?” Sugar clarified.

“Simple request to retrieve something, Saw you three wondering about it and watched you for a bit.”

“And you said nothing? Not cool man.” A deserved fist upon his shoulder almost taking him off balance, “Think fast, what were we doing?”

He shrugged, “Saw you, Frima saw me, took a picture, left.” 

“A fan.” A peace sign from Sweety's leader. A fan, yes he was.

Revolutions of their necks came next in their personal warmup all happening beneath the eyes of the groups around them, oblivious to their curiously competent gaze. One, two, then seven more revolving rolls of their necks continued through the cameras present about.

Jaded eyes turned to the synchronisation happening just beneath her nose. Another glance at her boss with an incredulous face on her, “Are we starting boss?” 

Mustang tapped his wrist nodding after.

Ingrid nodded as well, “Look at him leading the herd, Shepherds fear this man.” She spoke with a chuckle as some exotic shot of alcohol passed her lips, the glass just as quickly refilled.

Where'd she even get that?

Matter of fact, when did she even enter?

“-And I'll keep getting hurt. Doesn't matter if Nikkes can replace their limbs, it's a part of the brand at this point.” The officer easily declared adjusting his top, his fingers drawing the neckline strap of Milk's wearing a sleeveless hoodie similar to his own.

The snap of a finger, both Milk and ***’s gazes magnetising to the Nikke’s born of sugar.

Milk was seconds away from proving why she has gone 50-8. “‘Brand’ you sayyyyy, speaking of braaaands you wanna hear something funny?” Sugar cooed so lovingly past his ear.

Who wouldn't want to hear something pass those cool lips of hers?

Pray tell you gorgeous Nikke you, “Some company wanted to hire the twins for this private gala sometime next week right, glass and golden chandeliers with champagne and wine, the whole turkey you get me? They decline because 1) When aren't they busy and 2) The Ceo gave Noir the creeps.”

Every word spoken bounced through the Commander’s attentive mind thus far, that very same attentiveness a fault for he missed the Nikke on his left turning a burning bundle of pink and crimson mere inches outside his peripheral gaze, just what could have made Milk this embarrassed?

A light set of high knees were next, “The girl went on and on about if the twins knew who she was, who her husband was and what her sponsors did for Tetra blah blah you know how it goes.” Reminds him of a certain Ceo.

A shaky exhale fell from the man’s lungs trembling beneath his voice. He's noticed now, how laser focused Milk was in her reps usually so eager to get a word in.

“So you wanna know what the boss says hearing this?” Sugar was cracking, snickers leaking through her recount.

“‘I will have my Sweeties with you within the week!’ with that accent of his! Cafe ‘rent an escort’ Sweety! And that's not even half the joke!"

“Who doesn't want an extra bunny right?! So you know what the woman says?!” Even through her deep rest the leader of this bandangle of misfits couldn't help but chuckle at the recent memory as well.

“Milk favourite, Milk be bunny.” Never has the Commander seen the Nikke laugh as long as she did, soft giggles only fuel for her friend's embarrassment.

“Talk and I'm SNEAKING modafinil in your food again Frima!” Oh how her threats were pure, Milk, the cutest bunny warned her leader.

“I-It’s not even that fact she got so excited hearing Sweety being able to serve but how eager she was that Milk be the head waitress!”

 

“Sugar!!!”

 

“S-sh-he hand-d had like, fifty pictures of Milk alone. All her public appearances and exploits to the surface, her wins and losses. She was a faaaaaan~”

“It's not funny man! It was off-putting and I have to go back to that place again!” Milk spat as if her words were spoiled hurling a fist which fell far too short of Sugar's frame.

Yknow, her being arms length away from the Commander and all. 

“We do, Frima as well. Don’tcha wanna see sleepy in a bunny suit? Me? C’mon just think of the fun we can have messing with them.”

 

“THE SUIT IS PINK AND MY TITS ARE OUT! WHY WOULD I WANT TO WEAR THAT?!” 

 

The Commander was on his last leg of sanity both for his and Milk's sake. The humor, the fuel, the whimsy within is clawing at his throat to satiate it.

At his grown age he should be more empathetic, more straightforward like his superiors and those above them…

“And you'll be a pretty little thing for once.” He was only human, only mortal prone to failure with a loaded weapon in his arms…what was he to do?

“Asshole!” Slipping beneath a vicious kick only to fall on his arm, the giggle virus finally infected him once and for all, lungs struggling to gather any pint of air through the airborne disease afflicting him “I hope you have to drink Sugar Coffee for the rest of your life!”

“And I’ll still be so handsome, it's incredible how that works.”

A whistle was blown, all attention drawn to the woman and Ceo before the mirrors laced to the walls behind them.

Rumani took a breath, one far too deep Sin would have mocked her for, “Thank you all for participating in this sudden event. As you should know health and fitness are essential for lengthy living, but why do you think that is? Why waste all that time exercising and dieting when we all have the same end?” Blue form fitting leggings beneath a jaded gaze hungered for a conversation, Rumani seen eying both men and women waiting for that answer.

Mustang waited, Sin waited, that satisfied grin ever present on her features leaning on a pillar.

It was like grains of sand sifting through an hour glass waiting for the obvious response- how was no one saying anything?! Not even crude guess or snide to be funny. Oh the Ceo sighed a sigh forgetting how nervous people tended to be.

Seems they need a tiny laugh to get their spirits bumping “Aye?! No one?! No one at all? Exercise is good my friends! Amazing even! That sore back that had been aching, that leg which had been acting up for all your life. Yoga, Meditation, ju jitsu and calisthenics! They are the bread and butter for a healthy living people.”

Every spoken word came through an annotated pose, a bicep flex which led into an arrow-like posture, his eyes snapped to the nearest being within his sight line, poor, poor Admi being his first victim, “You! My tiny friend there! When was the last time you really pushed your body?” All eyes were on her, just what will the government worker say?

“Dunno, pass the question to the guy before me.” 

Said guy shrugged also.

The Ceo deflated.

“Mustang's right, plus you get to look good too. Just put in the effort and get off your asses.” Sin's eyes met a tiny, tired looking woman barefooted for some reason, her horrid posture all the more reason to be of a person of interest for her.

Trony felt that gaze, that horrifyingly petrifying gaze freezing her down to her very core.

“Isn't that right?” Sin questioned.

Another snap, Rumani easily making her way through the crowd of people so eager for her knowledge.

“Exactly. Body, mind and spirit. With only a bit of effort you can change so much in so little time.” She wasn't the best at it, Rumani was a personal trainer really, therapeutic for those needing aid with their physiques yet she continued with her speech, non rehearsed like what Sin had aided her with; simple, genuine and honest concern felt bleeding through her tone, body like the billowing breeze motioning through the people as if she were wind through branches of a tree.

“So in the spirit of ‘just a little bit of effort’ we want to make this fun for you. a simple warm up to activate every muscle to get the blood pumping more than it already is.”

“We?” Felix wondered knowing where this would lead.

Right forgot to mention, he's another Commander more or less, kind of one for hire.

“While you were chatting up a storm a poll was set up determining three of your warm up sets. I hope you like your knees because we're doing Burpees for three whole minutes.” In spite of delivering such gutted wrenching news as if it were any other work day, Sin remained rather positive in the faces of fear gazing upon her. 

Oh how these hours with these chumps will be fun for her, the Nikke understood why Guilty used to break people for sport back imprisoned. Oh how she missed being bad.

 

10 am - 4 pm

Suicide is a genuine option RIGHT?!

 

Up and and down with a breath, up and down with another, up and down again and repeat. Everyone had their quirks with exercises, habits they formed to help them last or habits simply there even they might not have realised. For Volume it was cracking her index finger every other pushup off the floor wishing she stayed at home instead of listening to the boss and getting a good workout in.

For Rian it was biting her lip when jumping high, socked feet striking the ground simply fuelling the need to see it through.

For Syuen it was bringing both fists to her bust moments before doing a pushup, her mind bipolar in both enjoying and dejecting the burn with every fiber of her being. Why was she doing this at the front of the class for that matter? Getting all gross and sweaty with no reward at the end of it?! Worse of all she couldn't even belittle her dimwit of a Commander with his (likely) shit form! Curse Mustang for sorting them out by height!

For both Quency and Contofra it was doing some additional move once a push-up was made, the former choosing to remain in a planche like push up with the latter choosing to backflip into the exercise.

Trony glared at the duo with scorn within the mirror, face a slight bruise having known the taste of the salty mat thrice over by now.

“Push my lovelies! Dig deep yet stay on the edge to conserve that stamina, there is still plenty more for us to warm up for!” Why was he speaking through a handstand walking up and down the place as if it were normal? Mustang's brilliant voice resonated through hearing so many of his volunteers moaning and groaning in what's sure to be a unified consensus no?

Ingrid had a slight issue with the minor warmup, eyes meeting both the frames of the Commander and a petite Ceo surprisingly hanging in there by all means, “You could have wagered money and I'd say Syuen would have passed out by now, I'm impressed.” The taller Ceo mumbled to no one in particular, yet, the snicker of Emma by her side would beg to differ.

“Maybe, but I must say ma'am, you are doing mighty fine despite sitting in your office most of the time.” That sisterly tongue of hers, Ingrid fought the slight pout threatening to find itself upon her.

“And you're any better?”

It went without words, no bra could be made to truly contain those weapons Emma carried, "I'm working with what I have, and so are you it seems~” 

“Enough of that. And for your information I pride myself on living without pain, I take ten to fiteen minute breaks to exercise every day. You don't think I'm writing documents and signing foolishness all day, do you?” Softly and easily, a smile found home upon Ingrid.

“And while you do that, Absolute is on the surface as well, don't sleep on us boss we get plenty exercise running amok up there.”

Despite the groans of those far less agile and fit, the whistle was finally blown letting those who needed it embrace what remained of their half minute break, a gasp heard from none other than Mustang up ahead, "Rest easy my lovelies! Not even I'd be so cruel to wish this upon you for these next few minutes! We are now entering the qualifier zone for this stage!” 

The Commander, Sweety, Syuen, Ingrid, Elegg, Quency, Moran and so many others felt that yearning within them bloat to an unimaginable degree. Over achievers and underdogs alike, this gym would be the crucible for many to be reborn; baptism through sweat and effort all to prove something to whoever it was they thought of.

Eighty contestants

One victor.

“Rest easy, rest well you vermin, next up is three minute lunges.” Sin announced with far too jovial a tone, “Doesn't sound too bad right?”

Oh dear God no.

 

“DON’T RESPOND TO THA-”

 

“Not really no…” Moran, bless her innocent, pure and principled mind, spoke with genuine confusion. If anything, lunges would be a reward for the hell on her mind that were the burpees.

“And because it's so easy I want everyone to add a sprawl every third lunge. Still sounds easy?”

Silence, the absence of noise nor sound. Silence ran like oxygen through the room as a brave soul volunteered to seal the head of Peony association's beautiful lips shut, fingers like glue upon her yappers. 

“Well? I'm asking you a question!”

“NO INSTRUCTOR!” Oh how easy it was to rule with fear. Sin truly had no idea how her dimwitted counselor made it this far being as kind as he was…nevertheless, his methods do seem to be working.

Another whistle, the digital clock strapped above the mirrors seen ticking from three minutes downwards.

For Emma, the first minute was nothing of note whatsoever, the weapons she used to carry were far more demanding than simply hopping on her feet.

For Ingrid, it was more or less the same though the silver beads of exhaustion were steadily catching up to her, anticipating sweat reaching the edges of her chin beneath the bob she was wearing.

That's right, Ingrid wears wigs.

For Blanc despite that grin speaking of her demure mentality, the cotton coloured bunny was on the last of her strength using every bit of willpower to save face. She's never done lunges before so how hard could they have been?

After the first twenty she should have dragged Noir away. After the first fifty she really should be looking for a different profession.

These lunges were a test from the boss for her and Noir, it had to be.

None will have a face card as lethal as hers by the day's end!

For Felix and Auden it was if the heavens themselves favoured them. For their entire adult life never has a day passed where their legs had been neglected. Sculpted from marble and stone were their calves, from iron and nickel were their hamstrings and from tungsten were their knees.

For Syuen- okay this sucked, the only person as short as she was was a Nikke from her own banner who didn't even want to look her in the eyes! “How do people…do this every day?!” She vomited through sheer annoyance feeling her hips meet the scented mat once more.

“Did someone drag you out here too boss?” Even through a slight stutter Trony pushed through, a small puddle already forming from where she…flopped.

“I was dumb enough to want to do this.”

She could laugh, could snicker in the irony of wanting to go through this torture, “Would…it be poetic if I said the same thing?”

A quirk to her brow with that lavender gaze speaking of her confusion. Trony? Want to exercise? And next someone’s gonna tell her magic was real.

“Elegg?”

The petite Nikke nodded.

“Was she watching fitness videos again?”

She nodded again mistiming a breath to which she choked on air.

For Crow- nah I'm trolling. 

For Contofra, all the eager gymnast wished for was the theatric decline of her Commander by her hands alone; to witness Felix begging for mercy declaring her the strongest there was in all the lands near and far! this wasn't about proving a point to plebeians on the Internet, it was for honour, for glory and to hear the words her prick of a friend refused to say all this time!

As the minutes went on so did the postures of so many loosen with several failing to maintain their balance. oh how skewered the pools were on the live website.

the most popular to win best posture being a certain bunny clad in white latex as most of the comments would believe with a 7:3 ratio.

‘Blanc, my beloved! Take my money, win or lose!’

‘The fact all that sweat is just being lost into the carpets is pissing me OFF man!’

‘^Fr, if i was there'd I'd use my tongue and (Message muted by moderators)

‘Wait guys, stop flicking your skin and look!’ The act could only go on for so long. She tried, she really did. Shivering no less than a naked leaf on a branch trying her damndest to get up, Blanc was forced to reckon with her body weight with her noodle arms losing whatever muscle she'd gained over her years of diligent training.

Oh what a detestable sight it was! The magnificent white bunny down for the count with the beating of her Core ringing through her mind. Everything was throbbing, Everything was swimming yet the grounds kept drumming no less than a concert on summer's day. 

“Dang…well there goes that prize.” A gander made right for her anxious sister. She was magnificent wasn't she? Doing her best despite how nervous she was solely focused on her own goal, her own will power and form.

“Bunny down! Just who could have seen this coming?!" Mustang announced passing by, “Madam Blanc, is there anything you wish to say on this momentary hiccup?” The man must have had some powers as she wasn't necessarily the tallest without her heels.

How'd he even see her?

“One…moment…boss.” Air filled her lungs like a rushing river, “I'll bounce back and I'll be better…I just need to sit for a second.” An honest answer with a dejected tone came to her voice, feet like jelly stumbling off to gather a second wind.

‘Don't even care that I lost thirty bands, Blanc my love! Are you okay?’

‘That's one down but she'll get a second wind, always bet on losing women!’

‘Gonna be entirely honest, Noir is lasting way longer than I thought. Bae for real.’

‘^Can't be gassing one bunny without gassing the other #theycomeinpairs’

‘Stop playing in the snow and let him like whichever sweaty bunny he wants!’

‘Noir sweat…..’ Several messages flooded the live chat as soon many others shared the sentiment.

Shifting in favour of the two men who look to be having a conversation doing the exercise so easily, let it not be said those watching at home weren't also participating in some manner as well.

Live streamers, drama channels, civil investigators and journalists, many gazed on in awe for the hell many went through all for the love of the game, Exia of all women watching on with indifference and scrutiny, hands wedged deep into a calorie rich snack as she slouched commenting on each and every form of those failing to keep up.

“I'd love to show you my abs chat but there would be no bother, most of them are even doing the lunging aspect of it wrong too.”

‘Who is she feeling like???’

‘I'd say the same too.’

‘Talk so much shit but you still refuse to follow along.’

Even as her chat flooded like a broken damn, Exia still noticed that last snide, snickering for a second after, “Can't follow along you dingus, worst case scenario is my clothes lift a little too high and I give you pervs an actual reason to watch me.” Even with that indifferent gaze she usually carried, the tiny Nikke couldn't help but chuckle at her own remark.

“God I'm hilarious, someone should donate something for that.”

‘bum’

‘bum’

‘bum’

‘bum’

‘bum’

 

Kreeee!!!

 

Yet another whistle was blown, the sole act eliciting a collective series of sighs and moans in utter relief for the pain now beating upon them, harsh breaths demanding piles of oxygen their bodies struggled to deliver. 

“Mingle about, take a breath, drink some water. Proper rest and healing is essential in preparing the body's micro tears to build muscle. A minute break everyone, make the most of it.” Rigid yet earnest, Rumani meant every word which left her pale lips. 

Even with the light exercise, several stood out to her thus far one of which being the obvious man of the hour.

A thoughtless chuckle left her maw, feet bounding over to her assistant taking a strange glee with the people's suffering, “Sin, who stands out to you?” 

“Sexually or physically?”

“...Both?” Rumani shrugged.

“You~” Oh that little tease being the former manipulator, Rumani wasn't impressed.

“Sin!”

“Okayyyyyyy okayyyyyyy ya turn off. On a scale of one to ten that bare footed one is just adorable- look at her.” Both their gazes happened upon a huffing Trony shivering atop her hands and knees, sweat pouring off her features as Syuen patted her back.

“It barely looks like she's seen sunlight, much less picked up a weight.” There it was, a softening within her tone Rumani often wondered where it came. That light within her gaze, flicker of clarity through the drifting drops of life and its consequences….Rumani saw it, and Sin most definitely felt it.

“I can nurture that Rumani, that's gold right there, untapped potential I can mold Rumani, PLEASE Rumani let me coach her- set her on a calorie surplus for a month and see where it takes us!” Aside from the slight twinge in her heart hearing her name repeated so fervently, Rumani's arms were coupled together in Sin's gazing deeply into her eyes, those magnetic oceans Sin called irises doing little to dissuade the pink upon her features.

Twice, only twice has Sin been so desperate to train a newcomer to Body x Body. Once when she was first hired and another time seeing a shrimpy guy simply failing despite his efforts for the week.

Did she have a subtle saviour complex? To be the door which so many needed to step through becoming their most desirable self?

“Alright…but if I get any complaints from her I'm docking your pay.” A fair few of those Sin was to train spoke of the horrors she'd put them through all with eyes seemingly disinterested in their well being.

Some thought she should even be put back in prison again.

“Anyone on the mid end you've seen?” Rumani questioned again, snapping the enigmatic Nikke from her haze with a recollective hum passing her vocals, one missing the usual emotions her character dictated, “Her, her, him, her and her.”

Volume, Mast, Ion, Selfie and Allie, They were quite average in terms of fitness with nothing truly standing out from them. “All they need to do is run a few miles to build their stamina- the bare minimum really- nothing more nothing less.” Her shoulders were raised, tone holding those familiar strings of indifference so many seem to complain about.

There were several more but it was becoming a headache for the brunette Nikke to spot all the errors both in stance and execution made in the short minutes she'd observed.

“Before you even ask, ***, Ingrid, Mustang, Quency, her and them are all outstanding for one reason or another.” Their forms didn't necessarily need to be perfect to reel her attention. Quency's sheer flexibility and the Commander's tolerance for the burn were more than intriguing, it was half way awe inspiring for several within the room.

Rumani was more than willing to agree, seeing the man of the hour sitting on his lonesome enjoying a sip of water. Having someone like that pop in more often could really boost the Gym's income and popularity down the line.

Maybe they'll get to talking one day, who knew.

“I hope you've rested well lovelies!!! it is such a shame we've reached the end of the warm up session knowing how much each and everyone of you just loved the burn so far!”

 

Trony groaned.

 

“Fret not you guys, the last trial is something that will ease your body into the activities we have for you down the line. Never forget my lovelies, stretching is always important!” That whole heated showman persona without the slightest bit of hesitancy nor shame, the Commander wished to have even a fraction of the confidence Mustang exuded.

“Planks! Whether you love them or hate them they train your abdominal and core strength in ways simple hip raises or sit ups fail to do. For merely five minutes every five hours of the day, when you leave here try to last as long as you can without moving within the hold, no shaking, no adjusting, simply laying there doing your best.” 

Rumani began moving through the several returning to the mats, “Just a bit of effort, that's all. For now, to get the hang of it if you find the hold too difficult, you are allowed to continue on your knees, though, please, do your best to be your best, while you may not win this final round's prize, do believe you've won yourself if you push through.” The whistle around her neck fell upon her lips, the several slowly falling back in line save for a few mismatches here and there; some taking the place of others in spite of their height.

Screeeee!

That damned whistle, Syuen was growing to hate it.

“Why did I do this- why am I doing this, why did I do this?!” Lying vertically before pushing upon her elbows, the petite Ceo could practically feel her resolve melting no less than the thin layer of makeup she decided to wear. Why on Earth did she give up sitting on her ass in her office for this- this disgusting labour?!

She was beside all these nobodies for who knew how long getting all sweaty and sticky and she wasn't even having sex! At least with THAT there was some sort of reward at the end of it!

“D-don't tell me you're tapping out already bossss.” A glance to her right was made witnessing the tiny technician of Electric Shock trying her best, her top almost entirely soaked through yet she still held on despite a minute barely passing.

“You're sweating like a pig about to die, I'd laugh if it wasn't sad.”

She squeaked, quite adorably at that too.

“The only sad thing here is your form, you sure you don't want to use your knees?” Ingrid- INGRID?! muttered with a cackle at her sentence's end, posture speaking to the elegance and superiority of Elysion's head only slightly shaking beneath the cool room.

Trony would laugh if her ribcage wasn't crushing against her lungs with every breath she took.

Sin giggled seeing her strain.

“You? What, had enough staring at everyone's asses back there?” Syuen didn't even need to meet her hazel eyes, her own gaze being one of animosity within the mirror's reflection.

Ingrid felt no need to glance away peering into hers feeling a subtle grin working to her lips, “Certainly wasn't looking at yours…no, I can't say that anymore can I? You've gotten bigger than last month.”

 

“WHAT?!” 

 

“No kidding, he must be feeding you good to widen your hips like that.” Ingrid further highlighted through a soft laugh.

Her maw was the slightest bit agape yet no real anger came through her mind at the honest truth the woman spoke. It has been a while since she's measured but the evidence was more than obvious if Ingrid of all people could see it.

Even then, “Was that supposed to be insulting? Nothing wrong with wanting to look your best for your partner, is there?” 

Yet another laugh, “Not at all, in fact I'm only surprised you haven't noticed sooner.”

“Enough of that! What bet did you even lose to be here in the first place? I doubt you're the type to be spotted here of all places.” Syuen honestly wondered doing her best to not steadily fall.

“Would you believe me if I said I was in the area? Bought these clothes on a whim and figured why the hell not. They would have been gathering dust otherwise if I brought them back home.” 

Home?

a sly smile came upon Ingrid, eyes falling low as if she knew every little thought passing through Syuen’s mind within the mirror, “Of course home. I don't live in Elysion tower you weirdo, has anyone ever told you how easy it is to read your expressions?”

A glance into her eyes rather than her reflection, Syuen's scoff was all the answer Ingrid would get. Her and *** really should have a talk about buying a place one day…but he already has his little abode on the surface of all places, why would he want to live underground with her compared to waking up with an actual sunrise?

“Don't tell me you dressed yourself by the way, what? Are you twelve?” Ingrid spoke through her big dumb stupid lips having the audacity to rag on her getup compared to how boring of an outfit she decided to wear.

“Like you're one to talk! Compressive long sleeves showing off your midriff? And here I thought I was lazy. Your butt isn't even that big to fill your shorts as well so don't even bother mentioning it!” Dignified yet harsh, scrutinous yet gentle, Syuen so calmly spoke, putting her thought to words.

“Hats off to you, not one mention of the bob either. Is that growth I see?”

An eyeroll came, “I always knew you wore wigs Ingrid I don't need to state the obvious.”

“Mhm…all I want to know is why you could have possibly thought I was insulting you? You don’t think twelve year olds have good fashion senses?” Through a dejectedly exaggerated sigh beside the shake of her head, Ingrid hung it low with the slightest pout betraying her usual character, gaze meeting Syuen's whose arms steadily began wobbling.

“Im hurt, I'm telling on you.”

Okay what? No really what was happening? It must have something to do with the lack of blood going to her bead but WHY was Ingrid of all Ceos acting so aloof? Personality so far from her usual character the quizzical expression the petite Ceo wore even felt wrong  “Whuh? W-what is this? Why are you acting so…wrong? what happened to your usual demeanor?” Ingrid looked…happy? Like it was the first in a long while she's gotten a full eight hours of sleep.

Even at this, a soundless sigh left those lips of hers, “Don't you worry about that. I'd be focused on how to last through these next exercises.”

Huh?

The whistle again, several masses already collapsing onto the floor even as Ingrid rolled away, an exasperated cry heard from the Ceo's right being Trony heaving for air once more; her arms twitching utterly losing whatever strength she had in them.

Poor little thing, Sin scooped her right up bridal style, “Borrowing her for a moment boss, see ya!” Trony moaned, unsure if she was even alive with the pounding happening through her mind.

…{}...

 

Around 5 pm

No one won, no one wone anything

Eveythings sore

Everyone was sore.

Everyone was tired.

Everyone was hungry.

Everyone was thirsty.

Most were lost

One died

Finally, FINALLY a majority of them were doing the last of their stretches, the act drilled time and time again to be important and necessary lest the morning comes and a hamstring be pulled.

Most of these poor saps soaking the mats had work in the morning.

Why the hell did they think coming here was a good idea?

Felix and Contofra both remained in their split in the corner of the room, the latter aiding his comrade and friend closer to himself giving her the deep stretch she needed, stray amethyst strands clung to her slickened cheek.

The Nikke’s bones could be heard popping through the groan of her fatigue.

Now the opposite, the normally jovial and verbose Nikke utterly quipless like an archer without their bow returned the gesture, blonde Commander brought almost dangerously close to her crotch to which neither paid any mind to.

It's one thing being tired, it's another to be utterly exhausted.

Moran had long since tapped out, now passed out on the unmatted floors a distance away breathing calm as she could be. She wasn't even alone either, Mast was either four seconds away from renouncing life or three feet in the grave a push up away from being a memory.

As always Mustang brought the energy everyone lacked taking the show in his own hands on his eightieth consecutive burpee.

The Commander was amazed, not for his energy, but for the fact he truly felt exhausted. Milk and Frima shared his sentiment also unconscious on the floors, Sugar and he being the sole survivors for this building massacre.

Tied braids atop hazel eyes ran like sonar across the room with only a handful of people ‘up’ and able, the term loosely used as Ingrid, Ion, Tron- TRONY?! and his Ceo were of the few remaining really alive.

Sin stepped out to do…whatever it was, Rumani was walking up and about dragging all those who needed it to the side as this last exercise wrapped up.

Holding onto the half dead form of his beloved, the officer felt the pull of a muscle in his back flare again, the exercise to blame almost like trauma for his body…

How does one pull a muscle they didn't even know they had?

Blinking, dazed and the absent eyes of his lady met his own, a small idea born and discussed without so much as a sound, the hesitancy of going through with it twitched their eyes but the two couldn't care anymore.

 

Voiceless, but the idea remained.

 

“Me first…” those sticking strands of hair shifted from her chin, Syuen somehow finding the strength to lift herself standing on her own bare feet.

She stumbled, tripping up for a moment more.

Just how long was she on the ground? The world didn't feel real anymore, was this Earth? Was she a mom yet?

Thoughtlessly, the Ceo brought the taller man as well, full weight crashing into her in a grotesque splat.

Ewwwwwwwwwwwwww.

“Ewwwwwwwwwwwww.” Syuen mewled, no strength in her to even push the dazed man away.

“Lockers…” came his voice, his tired, matted voice, that head of his buried into the crook of her neck.

He could taste her sweat.

Again, ew, this wasn't the time nor place for that.

Every step made to the elusive room was a trial of effort made in the sole hope to return to the memory of the morning earlier.

The hands of the dead refused to grant them this wish.

Anguished bodies of friends and strangers swept at their heels an honest tripping hazard for anyone walking past. This wasn't a friendly battle, everyone had to fend for themselves…

It ached the taller Commander to think so but it just had to be.

He couldn't save anyone, couldn't even save himself dragging his feet as he was behind himself.

Every breath stabbed at his aching heart, every step a kick to his bruised lungs. “Just a bit more…” It wasn't a bit more.

He needed to believe that, needed his mind to.

For every step came a bead of rest, every step letting a wave of anguish and exhaustion climb their battered cores.

Time was tossed through the window outside for mere distance, religion on the cusps of the many minds to simply get them through this voluntary HELL they signed up for!

 

Clink

 

….?

 

“The locker room.” It was…infront of them, right there. Its handle almost ephemeral beneath the full lights.

A sidelong gaze to one another, unspoken ideas connecting the two lovers.

The Commander smiled, the gesture light of course even with his face so numb

A shower first and foremost.

Then change, then leave never to set foot in the devil's toenail that was this gym.

An hour, it took the Commander an hour to let the fatigue of this day rinse off, most of his motor functions thankfully returning save for a select few letting the waters run as they were down his spine.

Of course his head was safely guarded by a plastic net, can't have the water ruining his hair now can he. 

A forearm to the tile walls In front, soft, heated breaths slipping his lips.

Without the stress of the activities the Ceo of Tetra had down his neck, the man's mind returned to the strings of words that would never leave his mind, could never leave his mind.

“I wanna start a family.”

“....”

He wanted to spend his life with this woman, the Commander was certain.

His obsession with his Ceo went beyond simple love, if she were to leave or should the worse happen again and Syuen…

How would he live afterwards?

Even placing her in that situation in his mind felt wrong. Everything felt wrong, awry, off, misplaced, unjust, any other synonyms there were for this worry in his stomach.

What if…what if there was a problem he couldn't solve? A problem with the pregnancy he couldn't fix.

What if there was a problem with Syuen too? Something internal they couldn't catch until it was late, far too late and now Serri wouldn't know her mother only having hom to raise her.

What if…what if she leaves him?

The Commander almost choked beneath the rain, a scenario playing for the worst possible timeline he could imagine.

Silence for thought.

Silence for regret.

The Commander shook his head stepping back, loose scars being the outfit he wore for the time being, imperfections on an otherwise sublime figure.

Everything needed to be perfect, astounding. He had to keep her smiling, keep her on her toes with gifts and his love.

He needed to be perfect, to the T, the letter.

A sigh, his exhale from the very depths of his healthy lungs…

A hand drawn for his towel, purple cloth dumbly traced across his body in moving to his change of clothes within the locker rooms.

He stepped, walked, persisted with a neutral gaze.

Then a smile, hopefully honest, hopefully hiding what laid beneath passing the shower's wall.

No one was here, everyone most definitely still passed out beyond the wooden door.

Right where he left it in the metallic locker was his bag, Elysion brand surprisingly enough.

It was a gift from Rapi…gift as in Anis repurposed Rapi's old gym bag one time for his birthday forgetting to buy an actual gift.

He zipped it open, his signature attire greeting him as always.

Green boxers were slid on with white socks following after as a cotton undershirt came to his body.

Taking care of the necessary body work products like deodorant and such, his button up was next, collar fixed with the convenient mirror all lockers had to their left, a light plum color being his choice of pants finishing this incredible dish with a similar flavour of loafers as well, another small stretch made to soothe his poor spine.

 

Home.

 

He wanted to go home and sleep with his wife.

Just pretend this day never existed and hope the next was better

“Six?” His watch read already feeling the mounting migraine on the base of his brain.

Whatever, so long as he can leave he'll take being stuck in traffic for who knew how long.

 

Knock

 

The Commander glanced to the door unsure if he imagine the sou-

Knock!

 

Commander- 1

Schizophrenia- 0

 

“It's open!” The officer confirmed taking a small seat.

It was Syuen, features utterly devoid of the strain, scratches and grime made all through the day. Spotless skin, full lips with a hint of purple as her choice in eyeshadow.

He was stupefied, truly, he was, “Oh you just missed the whole new years event.” The man joked with the Ceo crossing her arms, frame leaning on the cool tile of the walls.

“This? You really thought I'd leave here looking like a lotto scratch card?” slung around her shoulder was Syuen's bag, the white material a compliment to her figure.

“Not for a second, ready? Pleasesayyes.”

Syuen nodded almost instinctively.

“I wanna sleep this year offfff. It's already messed up.” The petite woman groaned making way for the Commander to open the door for her.

She continued behind, fingers pinching a piece of his top, “Tell me we're getting our revenge, that this…this INSULT won't stand!”

“I know you, whatever it is you're thinking of…think of something worse, we need to get Mustang for this.” For once the Commander was loose, agreeing, supportive of her normally intrusive ideas…

A sidelong glare of suspicion as they made way to the front door…Syuen was onto the man and his nefarious plans.

Through the mess of steel and light were the parked vehicles of those who could afford, the lot far too dead than what seemed normal.

First came finding their car again, the flashing yellow lights of the pressed key making it far easier than normal.

Next came the doors of the tinted SUV, Syuen's opened for her as the Commander went to crash in his own seat.

The ignition ringed starting with the air conditioning quickly switched off from the Ark's night time air.

Eight seconds, it took eight seconds after pulling out to see the sea of red that were the brake lights of the many returning home stopping the duo in their tracks.

Syuen slouched with a palm over her mouth.

“OH GOD DAMN I-”

 

Notes:

I wanna formally apologize for the time these chapters took. I kinda wrote seven of em so every Friday expect a new chap!

For now at least

Chapter 8: A gift?

Summary:

Maybe the hell that was the gym wasn't the strangest thing to happen today

A magnetic voice sang like poetry through the vehicle billowing down the streets, tires like thread wielded by a seamstress weaving past corner after bend.

Rays of gold swam through the windows draping the interior in the passing lights no less than water down an astounding creek.

Steady, going, comforting, ‘The days end’ by Aria was a favourite of the petite Ceo gazing into the passing stores closed for the night. How was it that people willingly chose to be out at this hour? to be their most mobile self when it felt as if the world stopped moving, stopped walking for even nature needed time for itself.

A parked car as her lover turned a corner, a sole man walking along the sidewalk, a sole car passing them in the opposite lane? The world had long since fallen asleep merely waiting for them to follow suit.

A shuffle, a shift made on leather by the tiny Ceo, quizzitive irises naturally falling to the frame of her voiceless lover with a gaze kept to the changing roads ahead keeping his hand to the wheel, another almost thoughtlessly drumming to the rhythm of the voice singing around.

A red light, the first in nearly ten minutes came up though the filter light remained open as if by coincidence, a voiceless nudge to a possible detour should the handsome driver wish to take.

“Are you in a hurry?” Soft yet versed, aged and preserved like the finest wine, Syuen leant on her seat hearing the man's words pass like lullaby through her mind, both the fatigue and cool in her heart failing to deliver the answer he was likely expecting.

Ah, he turned to her, eyes both expectant and playful seeing her slouching form; how undignified.

“....” What of a snide? A comment, or playful tease? 

The words fell before they even came feeling those eyes of hers peer into his own, stoic, observing, curious no less than a fairytale princess. Who else would have whimpered beneath those Placid eyes fearing for their career and life as if they were at fault? He never understood, never realized the glow she had beneath such a manufactured shine.

Drums, his heart was drumming against his chest. When last has he lost himself in those spotlights of hers? The windows to a soul far too vulnerable to express her truest intent.

Those very same spotlights shone like moonlight on what her voice failed to lighten, emotion through the unspoken, emotion without reason.

New Years.

The light was green, its shine finally striking a clue within the Commander’s mind. “....” His foot became the gas, purple loafer a similar tint to his legwear keeping a steady position knowing no reason came to rush this small moment.

Right, he'd almost forgotten again.

Serri, Syuen wanted so much more and deserved it too. Like an artist she longed to create as so many before and around her, to bring something solely hers into this strange world with him by her side.

it still didn't feel real, her honoring him like this out of the blue. His heart still raced off the sheer delight of that rooftop conversation, of the brilliant fireworks punctuating every syllable like scripture to a believer.

How restless his mind was.

Syuen brought those spotlights to the road ahead of her, the ever familiar stretch of asphalt a small comfort in spite of her fatigue.

That wasn't the only thing she brought to her either.

“Hm?” Her fingers fell into his own, tiny hand like a loyal puppy guiding it's master to its favorite corner all without a word nor quip, the limb laid to rest on her bare thigh freed of the compressive legwear she adorned. No less than lock and key, his free hand now solely belonged to her,  no voice made nor room to complain raised before her bounding down the bending roads. “Caught you staring.” Syuen said.

A chuckle, her sudden voice and words catching him the slightest bit off guard, “Maybe, just wondering how best to ask you out.”

The woman hummed as another track in her playlist continued through, “Ask? Well aren't you quite the charmer. You usually just kidnap me from work before dragging me along.”

He laughed again, “And yet you still seem to enjoy the small outings. The days are too good to stay inside sometimes.”

“I don't think popping into my office just to kiss me counts but sure.” A smile became Syuen's expression at the infrequent memory, his silliness far since grown on her “I swear, you must go maaaaaad with boredom when your adorable wife isn't near don’t you?”

“Clairvoyant, adding that to you journal of skills.”

“You live to antagonize me, you are so lucky I put up with you.” Syuen snickered a tad too hard appreciating the fingers sinking into her flesh.

“You like cornballs, I’m only here doing my mission and there you are falling for me, I thought workplace relationships were forbidden.” The Commander snided tapping the Ceo’s thigh.

“All brawn no brain at that, One of these days I'm gonna wake up out the hypnosis you put me in.”

“And wake in my bed? How very right you are.”

The slightest shake of her head was made, Syuen’s sigh almost ripping the laugh from the man, “I hate you so much.”

“Then I’ll love me for the two of us.”

The softest smile within indistinct mumbles of some jab, the slight shake of her heart bringing an ease to the fatigued man's body as he rounded another turn.

“No one said you need to do that, I'll manage juuuuust fine.”

A knee to her chin barely feeling the burning wheels beneath, Syuen's gaze was far too preoccupied with the happenings of the golden lights peering into the vehicle every pass, a light game to herself counting the seconds between each one, “You're too obsessed with me to think of anything else.”

True, even if he didn't understand why, “You'll manage? Doubtful, you barely managed the class.”

“....Touché, caring about you is harder. I really should stop shouldn't I?” A peek from the side of her eyes upon him

“And lose all those benefits…what a sad sight you'll be, mopey and making it everyone else's problem.”

“Well they should be honoured by the Ceo of Misillis gracing them with her issues, any word from my voice should be gold to them.”

“It is, your ‘golden voice’ weighs them down to an early grave….a shame.” Oh the dejected tone he used, Syuen would smack him again if he wasn't cruising.

“And here I am without a coffin, are you dying honey?” She gasped, “You do force yourself to listen to me so your time must be running out.”

A pitiful exhale, one his heart truly shook with, “And when I do you'll be the first speaking at my funeral, ‘He was the greatest husband, the best Commander and a hero to me…yes, he inspired me the most!” Oh *** could just tear up at this forthcoming speech, one even the stonest of hearts would bleed upon hearing.

Alas, his beloved didn't see it so gagging as if his words were rotten, a laugh slipping even as it happened, “Ewwww, not even Drake would say something so cringe.”

A look, an honest glance as the SUV went up a hill's incline.

“At least!....no she'd still…” Her shoulders slumped, a complacent expression now in place, “She would wouldn't she?” at the very least she could smile about it, that was a plus.

A path with a continuing stroke to soothe her, the Commander’s fingers traced odd rivers upon her thigh, “Silver lining, you could be a singer if Missilis goes belly up.” 

Even with the jest there was some truth in his tone.

Her fingers fell into line with his, her own digits like a padlock within the gaps he made turning that mocha gaze to his, “....Not funny, gonna stab you in your sleep.” 

“You think I'm joking but I'm not, love, your voice can put me to sleep.”

“Ohhhhhh I'm that boring, okay.”

A rub, soft and reassuring upon her thigh, “Five months ago, where was I?” Syuen hummed, expression still keeping to the views of the distant cities of the Ark from the now rolled window, the wind rustling the mass of her hair.

Where was be going with this now? “The surface maybe? That one mission involving Eden I think.” Never will she admit it, never will she be that vulnerable to speak of her worry for him, that almost suicidal tendency to overextend if it meant aiding someone.

“Come the nights I had a signal, do you remember what we did?” His tone brought her back to those nights, infrequent and short with moments of unrest for the next attack upon him, Syuen lost herself in the memories.

Around her desk, on the sofa or table or laying in bed; even at the cost of their relationship being found she didn't care in the moment, simply hearing him talk and jest was enough to get her through the night.

“You kept ringing me, waking me out of my sleep just to hear me talk, you weirdo.” The roll of her eyes, she could laugh at the memories with a flush upon her, “Your point?”

“True.” He'll play along, “I'd ask you about whatever happened with you and the Ark and, being honest, I was only there to hear you. You're the cutest when you ramble.”

Another thought came, a memory when his signal was the strongest, even video calling the one time, “I did sing for you that one time didn't I?”

“‘That one time’, You really should do it again.”

“You're infatuated, I'm not that good, really.” Of course his fingers squeezed hers, digits almost toying with hers.

 

“Lalalalala not listening, and I'll prove it to you.”

A quirk to her brow, “Prove you weren't listening?” She smirked not questioning as the officer pulled onto a dirt road leaving the highway to pass. 

“Not what I meant.” A whisper, a thrill, a chance for dancing beneath the moonlight as the car came to a rest atop a plateau. Paths ran like tracks all around as the dirt audibly crunched beneath the steel machine.

It was public yet empty, abandoned yet maintained as the grass woven between the paths remained a synonymous level.

“Come on.” Yet again he's done something to toy with her emotions.

‘No fair, using my love for surprises against me.’ Syuen pouted stepping outside as well.

Tangy yet laced with nostalgia burning the tips of her tongue, was this always here? This little spot tucked away yet so unashamedly rooted in its own layers. “.....” Like bulbs of a burning light, the colours of the continent danced so erotically past her eyeline, spots of high rise buildings erecting through the skies glimmering with the offices they held as her own company's lights shone as if it were the North star lost so long ago…the jetting beams of Coin rush and Tetra's own Neon signs stealing her attention as well.

Her legs had a mind of their own carrying her to the wooden partition of the sudden cliff, her frame so meagerly protected as the jewels of this bastion swam through her.

“What….When.” There was beauty to be found in the parasitic infrastructure, it wasn't lost on his petite lover peering upon him.

“Couldnt tell you, I just…knew here existed.”

Mesmerising, Syuen fought that childish feeling to look away seeing a star so bright.

In place of her stirring emotions a sigh quickly left to ground herself through memories she wasn't even sure were her own.

“Sing a bit, let me fawn over you a second longer.” It was the perfect excuse, a masterful plan none of her usual retorts since that night could sway.

Syuen glared, the expression lacking any real animosity. She was so adorable when pouting.

“And why would I do that?”

“Because I want to hear you sing.” He dragged

“It isn't the best, I've told you already.”

“I don't mind."

“I do. Don’t think I don't know what you're doing you little sneak. It's not an insecurity thing- like any part of me isn't perfect- I can admit I don't have the best singing voice.”

He closed the distance, voice still as steady and unwavering as the first night he made such a request. “That's fine, you'll learn to like it.”

An eyeroll came, her shoulders punctuating her light frustration with the growing need to pass out on his bed.

God she loved his sheets.

“You want a singer so bad? Go be with Aria.” she couldn't meet his eyes, for his insistence she really couldn't meet them.

“I want to hear your voice.”

Through this place both familiar and foreign to her, yet another emotion wormed its way into her soul, his words a cure for a poison the tiny Ceo barely understood. He was almost infectious, sickenly sweet through this artificial overview.

She’ll oblige in his simple request even if the singular act so many nights ago was in the haze of the moment.

….Here of all places seems the most appropriate to humour her dimwit.

…{}...

I’ve always wanted to show you this, yet, tonight of all nights, it seems the most appropriate.

 

Because I knew, I knew with you here something would change, something deep inside would truly change.

 

And as I let you in, as you pass through so many doors and markers you’ll see.

 

If not now, then eventually, all of it, every single piece of me.

 

To hell with the secrets.

Voiceless yet whole, a ghost could pass through such a place with the biting frigidity thus far. Steps, once sneakers now heels and loafers spoke royalty though the metallic halls. 

Beneath the ever passing luminous lights bolted high above their shadows stretched on end in approaching the glass doors, the journey so far more than uncomfortable yet bittersweet if the Commander would describe; Cathartic in its eventuality.

“I still don't know why I’m doing this, just what the hell did you do to convince me?” Syuen spoke, the hum of being so deep within the company remained a comfort in her emotions, “Don’t answer that. I want to show you this…you..y-you need to see this.” They reached the glass door before the man could truly process what he’d heard.

Distressing, unnerving uneasy, worrying, cautionary, his love’s worrisome behaviour wasn’t helping the proliferation of his nerves, trails of a cold sweat seen on both even in the frigidity of the room.

What could he say? Do or joke to ease this soul bound mission she seemed so desperate to see through.

Nothing came, no answer, no reply nor jest to his mind.

“Just…form your own opinions when you see, that’s all I'm asking you.” The biometrics scanner at her side, the light lilac accents throughout the device a passable design in Syuen’s eyes.

A thumb print, a hand print, an optical scanner then a blood sample from her thumb.

Swiping a keycard as a final check as the bitter sweet scent wafted over their figures.

Hesitancy. Often will the man find himself at a crossroad only traversing after consulting those around him and his better judgement; and, to make the choice for him and to ground herself also, Syuen took his hand with little care, her silent form dragging the man both figuratively and literally into her world upon a pin drop’s decision.

Darkness, Nothingness, a void. Aside from the oddly clear image of Syuen holding his hand, the commander couldn’t see much less hear in front of him, two or so centimeters of distance walking on some…metallic type of flooring.

His grip tightened alongside the knot in his chest. A gulp of nothing to gather his bearings also, *** glanced down, Syuen looking aside seemingly lost in a sort of conversation.

She was talking yet he couldn’t hear a single word.

Her mouth was moving with eyes that spoke an overwhelming tone yet its ferocity missed him.

If she wasn’t holding onto him would he even be able to see her?

“I don’t know what I pay these F**KS for if they don’t listen to me.” Her voice came like a blade through the- 

“ARGUH!!!” Suddenly overwhelming the silence, miasmic and a bountiful load of information all came to his senses leaving him no time to adjust to the stimulation

The tremor and softness of her hands were the only thing keeping him sane as the whiplash genuinely beat the Commander’s ass. His ears were ringing yet his skin was burning, his hands were cold with a feeling in his stomach that felt like internal bleeding. 

Nothing in his years of life could accurately describe the sensory pilgrimage to his nerves.

A minute, then three, then five or so more, his erratic breathing came to a climax through his own technique often taught to those he consulted.

 

“Is that really him?”

 

“He’s…tall.”

 

“Is his body really taking all that without so much as a peep?”

 

“I honestly thought he wasn’t real.”

 

“BACK TO WORK! HE ISN’T A MONUMENT PIECE TO OOGLE AT!” Ah, he knew that voice and tone.

It was instinct at this point, a reflex to softly twist her thumb whenever his love got into one of her moods.

“You’re shouting, they’re only doing their jobs.” A hand at his scalp, the building migraine a cause for worry in the tomorrow if it came, “Are you finally going to tell me where we are?”

“Don’t need to, use context clues.”

Another breath as his shoulders rolled on itself, the rusty and locked joints within him loosening and popping through his buttoned top. 

 

His ears were the first to really come back hearing a number of fingers running across several keys echoing through the room, technicians, mathematicians and analysts noting strings of code and matrices he knew little of.

The next sense was his touch, the frigidity of the room truly dawning on him as his hairs naturally stood on end.

Finally, sight. Hazel spotlights opened to reveal labcoated men and women with similar builds in uniforms. Various pins, checklists and pens scattered about no doubt to record events the man wasn't sure he wanted to see.

The room was octagonal with (likely) reinforced glass stretching all the way to the ceiling. As he was in the middle, on his immediate left and right were two sets of stairs to get to the ground floor teeming with life and activity. By the time he realised he’s stepped forward one too many times it took bumping into the shoulder of a passing documenter to snap him from his daze, a lazy apology slipping his lips.

Even now Syuen still refused to let him go, silent as his mind took in what it’s yet to understand,

Peeking over the shoulder of an older woman no doubt wishing the most famous commander in the past decade wasn’t in her presence, the room- rather, facility beyond the reinforced glass stretched far beyond what the Commander could see.

 

 

Personnel entered and left rooms both opaque and transparent in the smoothest of motions witnessing technology and machinery driven and wheeled into varying rooms.

Though, what truly piqued ***’s interest remained in the center of the room, the suspiciously unprotected stadium like pool remained with a mysterious shifting and turning in its rippling waves.

Wires and gizmos of sorts were fed into it yes, though, no one paid it any mind, choosing to steer several meters afar for what it's worth in the fear of…something lurching out and attacking despite the childish futility.

There was something else, something unnatural in the foot high water.

Why was it pink?

What is that shadow in the middle?

 

“Devon, how’s the rest of Alexandria?” Again, Syuen's voice became a tether to remind him of his place in the moment, the fact most of his answers could be solved in extraneous detail swam at his fingertips.

The scientist coughed as he responded, “Empathy is ready though the rest won’t be for quite some time ma'am. The intelligence department has ensured no life threatening negatives would rear their ugly heads manipulating Goddessium in such a way…though, the fact of the matter is the manipulation.” A hand ran through the man's messy and frayed grey hair, “It's unprecedented.”

Syuen barked again, “That reminds me! Yalliu, remind me how the goddesium malfunctioned again.”

A redheaded woman in the boxiest glasses imaginable shot to her feet startling several more sleep deprived than Frima of all people snapping her hands to her sides.

Seems the red head was the cause of some incident if the waves of anguish mixed with sovereignty was anything to go by.

“On October 29th last year I, and my fellow team members Estra Yudia, Toma Braille and Est Solluble attempted to manipulate nymph in a way that violated not only Missilis’ standards but your personal expectations as well as my peers. As their leader I’ve taken the blame for this month-long incident which has netted Missilis 2.7 million credits in stock value as well as the hospitalization of senior Yale.”

“Sit.” Yalliu sat immediately, the older fellow at her side bringing his hand upon her back to soothe her avid anxiety.

“Top grades in all of ET’s history and you miss a simple f***ing zero in place of a one.” Her grumbled voice left bringing a silence through the room. “Ready Empathy, we’re the first to do this as usual so let the machine take as long as it needs to. If it takes seven hours to wipe its ass we let it do it for eight.” She leant, eyes meeting with someone on the Commander's right.

“Mathew!” The man nodded, several keys upon his keyboard tapped in a sequence that brought a hiss from one of the tubes submerged in the liquid body.

God her heart was racing, the one she hoped to never discover such a life of hers remained so silent in her hold.

No questions, none truly difficult came yet.

Syuen blinked from the gaze she made on him, a sigh with frost seen leaving her tongue, “Yalliu!” The young woman stammered even as she nodded, a keycard swiped upon her console whilst her fingers traced a code.

An alarm, a spinning, burning light at the top of the observation deck spoke warning through the rising siren also attached to it as a surprising number of personnel came from their stations to oogle at the new-

“Nikke…you’re making a Nikke.” The Commander almost whispered.

Syuen remained silent, voice failing to deny.

“Production will take an hour ma'am.”

An eye of confusion became the Ceo, “That short? I thought it'd be longer.”

“How long does it usually take to make a Nikke?” The Commander wondered taking a step closer to the window pane 

Syuen answered, “'s sense of self, the Typically? Ten or so minutes. There’s a number of factors that even now we aren’t sure are concrete. A person's sense of self, age, health, will, personality when they were alive, for a while my parents thought those qualities were what determined if a Nikke would be more than mass produced but, as usual-.”

“There were outliers.” The Commander finished.

“...Take Heavy Gram for example.” A pause in her retake to glance at the taller officer, expression most definitely searching for anyone he knew belonging to the squad, “You don’t know them, don’t worry.”

“Ah.”

“The Nikke in it rejected the standard Nymph procedure, that either meant she had a low sense of self or will but the point remained, she wouldn’t be anymore than mass produced…”

“Proccedure?” The Commander wondered.

“There’s a certain level of Nymph every Nikke has to be made with, anything below that threshold usually meant a mass produced Nikke, still their own person but ineligible for a personalized body.”

“Back to the main point, The Nikke in Heavy Gram became her own person anyway, defying all we knew.” The Ceo allowed a breathed bringing her hands to a poise behind her back

She continued, “This is the first time we've done anything like this, a Nikke this evolved I mean. Everything needed to be perfect…I don’t want her to suffer because of our mistakes, I don’t want that.”

Something’s off.

The Commander turned to his petite lover seeing a finger massaging her temple a small distance beside his form, every possible sign of distress exuding like vapor off her figure.

Even so, something else was off.

“Can I ask a strange question?”

Missilis’ Ceo glanced the man’s way.

“The donors, who were they?” Many ill and comatose often state their willingness to become a Nikke, a fighter for humanity even in this modern day of hate and lessening discrimination, maybe knowing who the donors were would guide the man to a conclusion, who knew.

Voiceless, unnerved, mournful, the Commander could see it in her eyes, the Empathy he’s molded into the woman bleeding over like a broken faucet.

“Children, they were children, comatose or bedridden for some incurable illness or a disability they had.” Syuen breathed.

Another chose to chime in, Yaillu their name was if the Commander could remember, “We chose children for their outlook on the world, the fact they don’t hold any internal bias for information of any kind.” The woman finished adjusting her frames pressing yet another button nodding after a moment's hesitation.

“She’s ready ma’am, just say the word.” Syuen turned to the younger woman, biometric scans for the final confirmation illuminated on the panels beside the researcher.

Again he voice failed to come, no quip, no sass nor cheeky confirmation. The braided officer stood back leering over his beloved stepping to the sizable console before her, eyes scanned, thumb print taken before another blood sample was given.

It was shifting, the pool and the liquids beneath as those who gathered around it dispersed to continue on with their chosen professions, those who tended to the strange liquid almost frightened to even be near the body.

It was teeming, mass of wires within the sizable pool burning alive with mechanics the older officer stood in awe for. Just what was he seeing? Witnessing? Understanding? If these people had the technology to almost incapacitate his senses to such a degree stepping inside this room, just what would he see in the making of a fighter for humanity?

The pool was bubbling now, softly, almost hypnotically.

The shadow grew.

Fourteen minutes had passed and the shadow grew.

All he could do was watch, blink if he forgot to, breathe when his lungs began aching. Was he over-reacting? Under-appreciating? The man hadn’t the faintest clue.

Thirty minutes had passed glancing to his watch, the mass in the foot high water took shape to something anthropomorphic now, legs where they should be, arms and a head where they needed to be, it was all familiar yet…offputting to witness conceptualization at such an artificial means.

‘Syuen.’

Where was she?

 

She was seated beside him, present and nearby just as infatuated as he was for the woman being created. Those eyes, troubled, watching, unmoving…

She wasn’t alone either, her team, everyone around just as he was glued to the window pane before them from their seats, some standing around him while others had their own means…

Fifty minutes, the wires which connected to the young woman’s body began leaving her, one by one, length by length they left her be. No one from where he was could see her well, mostly her outline through the pool yet she remained…perfect, the most fragile thing for this blind leap into the human limit.

 

An hour had passed

 

Then a second.

Then ten more.

The waters were shifting, changing as the form trapped within twitched alive.

Was she…was she alright?

The man stood for moments more, teeth biting his nails spectating this…phenomenon.

A minute of her shaking.

Then ten more of the sight…

A Breath passed Syuen turning to her twitching lover, hands clenched whether knowingly or not for the sight his eyes were bare to see. A cold sweat, one the woman barely understood why was happening, why her heart, core was aching knowing the pain this woman was going through…why was she feeling this way? This disgusted with herself?

This is how Nikkes were made, how her business stayed afloat so why can’t she bear to look now of all times?

“Dam-damn..” Her hands were shaking.

The Commander was stepping back, silent feet steadily retreating for the-

Her eyes grew, irises meeting the shifting ones of her reckless, reckless lover, a call of permission in that turbulent gaze he made, silent plea for him to do what he must being that saviour trait of his…

 

She nodded.

 

The Commander was gone, feet a blur down the steps from the observation bay to the ground floor in record time.

The Commander moved on instinct, principle guiding his purposeful steps in stride for the body of water with many giving him the way he needed.

 

“Is he?”

 

“That can't be him right? What’s he doing here?”

 

“Is he really approaching her? Is he insane?”

The whispers came to the more than reckless action all hushed in witness of the purpose held preciously within his eyes stepping into the pool without a second’s hesitation. This wasn’t smart, he didn’t know the process behind Nikke creation, it wasn’t feasible nor was this a calculated risk on his part.

This woman looked to be in pain.

And he was in a position to help.

Who would he be to not lend a helping hand?

His steps bothered the sensitive pool, waves made in the approach to the young woman.

He was before her submerged form, her body veiled beneath the waters twisting in pain and discomfort.

“I’ve got you.” Her hand, soft, fair, it took his own no less than a child separated from their parents.

He brought her up, gently of course, uncaring for the soggy mess that was her features. She was ginger, eyes crying for whatever reason.

“....” He allowed her all the time she needed, all the time she could ever ask for joining her in her sitting.

Voiceless as her bearings came, steady to keep her anchored, the Nikke was the epitome of wondering holding closed eyes that scanned the room she was in. 

Something was keeping her where she was, something that wanted her to understand its genuinity, its honesty.

Light peered through her sensitive eyes, the pink in which she was submerged in holding the rest of her stimulated body…

“Are you alright?” 

“.....?” Her eyes went to the voice, emerald spectacles stinging to the light upon it.

“.....” A finger through her soaked ginger hair, short from what she could tell. She was crying as well.

“My…” Her hoarse voice came, a mounting headache following soon after as well.

The man before her, was…was he her?

“Can you tell me your name?” He asked holding her gaze.

He was worrying, his concern mixed with curiosity.

“How do I know that…?” The girl wondered.

“Sorry?” *** spoke.

The girl took in her surroundings as well, tears still falling for whatever reason, “My name…ME-001.” She whispered capturing the eyes of the scientist behind the man before her, his look of curiosity utterly antonymous with her own pessimistic gaze.

“Not your serial number, your name.” The tall man reminded.

“My name?”

He nodded.

The Nikke met his gaze again, almost indifferent expression a slight gasp for such a simple request. Even with this migraine, this splitting headache…a thought passed through the Nikke, one she was almost sure to be the truth.

“...Empathy.” Came her voice, low as if questioning what she’d spoken.

 

That wasn’t the thought that passed her mind.

 

“R**, it’s a pleasure to meet me isn’t it?” The man smiled letting the Nikke’s hand go

The thought came again, his smile, his subtle humor simply to lighten her uncanny situation, it affirmed the thought Empathy made needing to ask for her own sake really.

Fair hands took his own in theirs as the waters shifted in her motion. To hold these hands, these wet hands scarred and bigger than her own…

“Daddy?”

Notes:

Kept my promise didn't I?

Chapter 9: You're a dad???

Summary:

We've got a daughter!

....we've got a daughter....

The Outpost’s Roof, Sunday, 5am

 

 

•Pessimism

 

(Peh-see-miss-him) 

A tendency to see the worst aspect of things or believe that the worst will happen

 

 

 

The space was airy, light, inviting, comforting. The aftertaste of rain with an appetising mildew came to create an incredible dish, its niche fragrance one many felt impartial to.

The Commander however, he liked the scent.

To him, there were few fragrances better than what came from a freshly drizzled pavement.

 

Empathy liked it as well.

 

Granted she hasn't been alive longer than forty-eight hours but the fact remained.

Trees off in the distance glistened a silver reflecting the haze of the rising sun, breeze an embrace to the duo in ways both had a chance to reminisce. The fact remained, welcomed to the newly made father and daughter enjoying the worryfree sight.

They breathed, bodies synched for the act came naturally.

She knew it was meant to settle her, to pacify her mind and keep her in the headspace needed for her career save she suffer the ailment which plagues her kind.

To suffer a mind switch for powers thrusted upon her.

Again, her eyes drifted; thoughts running amok and unaccounted for in her metallic cranium.

‘....’ Brownish eyes peeked to the taller man at her side, the stoop of his shoulders, the smile at his lips wearing a tasteful expression of fulfillment…she couldn't help but be lost into his gaze.

This exercise worked for her father…so why won't it work for her?

“Daddy I really don’t see the point of this. It's not like I'm on a fuse or anything. I know what I am and what I'm not, there's no middle ground to be discovered.” A familiar craggly voice wondered, fingers toying with the sides of the man’s button up as the ginger of her hair pulled in the atmosphere.

The man's grin broadened, dropping an eye to the Nikke.

He chuckled.

“So you say.” Father and daughter leered beyond the horizon with a slouch to their postures, arms slung over the railing unsure of how her core felt to the sun rise and its significance.

Unsure…nonsensical ignorance. Justified indifference…

Mayhaps the beauty of humanity could encourage her to take her role a bit more seriously?

“Emotions are a tricky thing Empathy. There're different approaches for the same problem when it comes to people; a general rule to live by would be-”

“You can't shoot the same foot twice. ” A quick response with her eyes kept to the horizon.

A glance at her side at her justifiably surprised father, “I assumed, just a feeling.” Her voice left with a shrug upon her.

“.....Think I can run a hypothetical with you?” The man breathed.

She nodded, arms folding with a back turned to the now warmed railing.

He had her full attention, he always did.

 

Morality

Integrity

Empathy

 

“Say you were on the field pinned by several servants and master class Raptures, they’re closing in threatening those left on your team yet your exit lies ahead through a narrow passage. Ammunition is low though it will last should someone take up a weapon and defend those needing to retreat.”

Empathy mumbled, head hanging low knowing just what answers and tones her father was looking for in her response, “Do I stay and fight? Or do I command someone else to do so…” The Nikke finished.

“If I were human? I would go, commanding those beneath me to defend our retreat…” She laughed quietly, almost beneath her breath, “If this body of mine could even handle firing a Nikke’s gun that is.”

“It's cruel but it makes no sense for a Commander to risk their lives for their Nikke when they're essentially immortal.” Her reason was sound, it always is. It will forever be.

Nonetheless, chestnut scleras met those of her father’s, those comforting features on his aging face. That warmth, that inviting, welcoming, loving warmth.

Empathy couldn’t read him...

She didn't want to.

“‘Those beneath you’ hmm?” 

“....” Empathy glanced away, ‘So that's what he was looking for.’

A steady heart, not a waver to his opinion that she could read.

How unnerving, Empathy was sweating just experiencing the emotion clouding her mind…what was this feeling? This rising thought at the back of her mind?

He continued, fingers toying with his frazzled braids, “Here’s another. It’s a pleasant day in the Ark and on the way to work you see a child and elderly person wanting to cross the road. Neither can help the other both afraid to cross with the bystander effect happening before you. How do you approach?” He questioned again, fingers untying the bun his braids found themselves to be in.

Leave them on their own…it’s not her problem.

The ginger exhaled sharply.

“Am I running late to work?”

The Commander nodded, “You are, by fifteen minutes.”

“Is anything important happening at work?”

“Nope.”

“Then I’d help them both, no reason to help one and leave the other.”

Again he gazed, longingly, thoughtfully.

“A client of yours argues about their family not respecting them, this person is by societal norm leading an ‘unhealthy’ life though they don’t seem to realize it. How do you respond?”

They’re a little pussy for seeking validation from people who won’t be honest with them even in secret.

Again, Empathy exhaled.

“This person might be victim minded, always finding themselves a pity party even in situations where they are at fault. If they’re in my office I’d assume they already know what’s best for them internally, unable to externally institute their change.” She points to her head, “Victory and discipline is in the mind. If they argue against advice to slowly replace their bad habits before working on their physical appearance, then nothing I say will convince them.”

“If they can’t and won’t help themselves then what am I to do?”

He smiled as usual. Again, she couldn’t read him.

Though that sinking feeling she felt at first was nowhere to be found. Was that the right answer? She didn’t know.

“Two more questions then. Wouldn't want you thinking pop's a bore so early on.”

Empathy digressed with a small smile, not entirely sure just why her core feels so strongly about her father, “The race has been lost daddy, sorry to say but I've long since thought you boring.”

He gasped, playful shock evident upon his spotless features.

“Say, a train on a single track is going to hit five people bolted to it if left unchecked. Though, with your intervention you can change its tracks to hit a child on the opposite side. What do you do?”

…

…

…

A blink, then a thought, then a breath.

“One in exchange for many. The….child.” Her voice wavered, tone shaky even with the clarity which plagues her.

It was always clear.

Her father remained motionless, head kept straight with an expression she couldn't see as the wind finally came past them.

It was calming at the very least, able to settle her building nerves for the hypothetical.

 

 

 

‘It's only a child…they haven't lived long enough to have regrets.’ It was a dour thought, one even in her Pessimism seemed detached from humanity; a crude, time based way of looking at life.

“Say the child was mommy, an evil villain made her take their place. How do you respond?”

An ache in his heart just thinking about it, it reminded the Commander of the first Ark invasion so many years ago.

Empathy's mother was injured, badly Hurting as he just stood there like a fool. It took him a long time to forgive Yuni…to forgive Crow.

He loves them, he truly wanted nothing but the best for them as they wanted him dead; a surrogate symbol for the little who held his morals.

A pain in his heart, god the memory pained him.

“...Daddy…” Her look, her features, his bleeding heart snapped at the realisation, the hypothetical maybe too far for a growing girl such as Empathy.

She didn't want to think of it, she didn't want to reckon with the sole fact she truly believed in.

She didn't want to think about it, she didn't want to listen to it.

A hug. Soft, warming, steady, grounded…present. The older officer brought Empathy to his chest easily steadying whatever awry nerves came of her. “....” The cotton of his shirt was nice, it licked her spotless features like an animal would themselves.

“You forgot one thing, Empy.”

“?”

“Daddy would have swooped in and saved the day, did you forget my incredible powers?” He snidded though his body moved before her voice could tell him off, “See?” 

“WAH! DA-DADDY WAIT!!! PUT ME DOWWWWWN!!!” There it was, that smile he was looking for, a smile she so desperately wanted to keep down.

This was nice, this was really nice

 

….he did sound kind of cool right then.

 

Even with her snorting laughter coming, copper stained the cloudy expanse so high above them, the chest of the Commander both rising and falling in a rhythm Empathy tried emulating in her spin.

“It's so cold up here! Can we go inside already?!” The Nikke cried through the amusement of the situation.

Sneakered feet finally knew the taste of concrete once more, legs almost toppling on themselves using her father as support.

Wow he was firm.

Then he shivered, “Okay it really is cold up here.”

“See! Finally, thank you.”

A touch, small and soft enveloped his palm. The officer paid no mind to the hand holding his own, feet carrying them to the side bound stairs, “Wanna go run around the Ark with me?” He questioned.

“Kay.”

 

…{}...

 

“....” Rapi eyes remained glued to where her Commander was, her morning run interrupted by the words which passed through her attentive ears.

People watching was nice…you learn so much just by standing still and staying quiet.

“Children can grow so fast…” It was either that or ‘Empathy’ was a Nikke, the latter answer being the one slowly convincing her.

“Verily, thy seem to be in the blossoming spirits of early fatherhood….at times I do theorize how a child of my own would fare in this tempering world.” A certain swordswoman mewled cross-legged atop a tree's branch, spirits both hard and light also spotted along the edges of her seating.

 

….How long has she been there?

 

“Since the night before last my lord.” Scarlet answered just as easily, lips parting to meet the stained wood similar to days gone.

Just how long has she been using those devices. 

A cute hiccup passed the Nikke's lips, “An understatement that might be…Try thirty years my lord.”

Thirty? Did you make the cutlery yourself?

A finger, thin yet durable…thin yet experienced met her chin, the overtly tipsy pilgrim mulled over the question with a deep flush upon her heavenly features.

An exaggerated gasp slipped her lips, “Heavenly? My my~ thou seems emboldened by the new day, aren’t they?”

 

 

 

 

“....?” Rapi had….no clue what nor who the Pilgrim was talking to, so she continued on with her day, feet bringing her around the city passing many places on her laps.

 

Rapi ran on.

 

 

Notes:

God gives his strongest soldiers his hardest battles (a slow fucking computer)

Notes:

Good god I fucking love Syuen.

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 1 of Syuen, my beloved <3