Forced into the War Effort

“Being that you are a Dual Citizen of Germany and Japan - and further pursuant of the Common Laws and Regulations upheld under the DDA - you are herby presented by this Civil Tribunal under the Ministry of Justice in Tokyo with a choice: for the crimes of carrying out yuri relations with a number of your peers during your time as an undergraduate student at the University of Tokyo, and as a Graduate Student at Kyoto University - prior to your successful graduation from both institutions - as outlined in the Laws for the Collective Social Morality and Sexual Health of the Populace of the DDA, you can either be put to death via being immolated, or you can join the DDA Military Forces’ Special Unit: Sakura Kamikaze - and upon your death in combat, all of your charges and crimes will be erased post mortem, any family members you have will be entitled to full monetary and social compensation for life, and your soul will be enshrined at Yasukuni Shrine in Tokyo.”

That was what the AI Ministry of Justice Judicial Sentencing Program read in a characteristically, almost monotone Japanese male voice, before repeating the same sentencing message in a German male voice. Such was how justice was covered in the DDA: through extensive AI algorithms that were fed information in the forms of legal cases and other pertinent information - thus producing swift, cost-effective, and as it was said, “impartial” judgment. Aya stood there, looking both at the screen with the untiring AI legal program waiting for her verbal input, and around the small room within the famous Dai Ichi Seimei Building in Tokyo, which in this case had been retrofitted with black, soundproofed walls. 

The petite, lightweight, vey pale skinned Aya parted her shoulder length, purple and pink dyed hair slightly as if to calm herself with a slight physical sensation while she thought about what to do? Her almost bihaku skin tingled slightly at the cold temperature of the forbidding room - matching its overall purposeful interior design and utilitarian legal use. As such, Aya may’ve been the kind of twenty-three year old girl who made it through both her Bachelors and Masters Degree Programs in five years - yet she wasn’t one to completely conform to, or otherwise compliment the social standards of any of the DDA Member States. 

This could not only be seen in her sentencing for a “crime” which she - and many others her age, didn’t consider to be a crime - but also in the fashion sense and style that she chose. That day, it consisted of a tight fitting, just at the waist length short, white popped collar, black button up shirt, with the tight sleeves having a white interior - as well as being rolled up neatly and tightly to her elbows. Aya’s almost flat, but technically slight bust was showing due to the shirt being open, her small black abdomen white lace bra showing a bit too, along with the fact that to “top off" her top - she wore a prominent black, white, and red bow on the lower part of her collar by her left breast, a bit above it to be exact. 

Additionally, Aya wore a purple, white, and black plaid skirt that did little to barely cover her tight, small ass, as well as her more than revealing black and white panties, and her favorite knee high black converse with her favorite black thigh-high stockings - and one would be able to see that Aya was herself, a young woman with a strong sense of her own identity, and a keen ability to choose for herself and stand by her decisions, the consequences be damned. Interestingly, her outfit was mostly her old high school uniform that shed kept and only slightly modified, along with switching out the shoes. In that moment - Aya looked at her clothes after she'd felt her hair, and made a decision just as bold as her fashion sense.

“I choose to enlist in the Special Unit: Sakura Kamikaze.”

Aya said with a keen sense of assuredness. Its wasn’t like military service of any sort had been her professional goal at any point in her life - shed wanted instead to be a mangaka in Japan and in the US, since DDA Member State Citizens could freely travel to and live in any and all other DDA Member States, no matter which of them they were born in. Conversely, military service wasn’t something that was foreign to her, either. One of the positive aspects of the overall, extremely divisive, complicated nature of about one century prior to Aya’s lifetime - was the ability to search through compiled and digitized family records for all DDA Member State Citizens - something that Aya was grateful for any time she had to utilize such search services for school projects. 

As it turned out, her German (nee Prussian/Preußiche) father had been a descendant of the Junker class before its dissolution in 1945 at the end of World War II, as well as a more distant descendant of Ritter von der Deutschen Orden (Knights of the Teutonic Order), and her mother had been a descendant of the Tokugawa Clan - who had ruled Nippon (Japan) from 1600 to 1868, before the clan was then transitioned and subsumed into the high echelons of the greater political and military power structure of Imperial Japan - until it too, fell in 1945, also as a result of the conclusion of World War II. 

Besides being useful information for academic projects and assignments as Aya saw it, her illustrious German and Japanese heritage were simply parts of her identity that arose in celebratory familial conversations when she’d travel from Kyoto to the vacation houses her family owned in Sapporo, Hokkaido - and Küstrin, Brandenburg on various holidays in her youth. In that moment however, her heritage felt far, far heavier - knowing that she would now be a part of its legacy. That was the rush that Aya gelt internally but dared not show externally as she waited for the AI legal sentencing program to take in her answer. The screen showed that the program was processing her words - and forming a “receipt” of sorts, a confirmation of the next steps. All the while, Aya stood there in that cold room of the Dai Ichi Seimei Building - waiting for the fate which she knew would soon appear.

“Based on an analysis of your educational level - you’ll be awarded the rank of Second Lieutenant in the JSDF, as part of the DDA’s Military Forces - and you’ll be assigned to be a Gyokusai (Shattered Jewel). Please ensure that any and all belongings at your current residence are provided to any family or friends that you wish to have them, and that you trust - and report to the Tokyo Space Departure and Landing Station one week from today.”

The AI program said, before producing a hard plastic and metal, rectangular drive from a slot in the all just below the screen, which was far lighter in terms of its weight than it looked. Aya just took a breath and then took the drive - knowing that she might as well accept what had just happened. One week from that day would be December 25: Christmas Day, which meant that she’d get to have one last Christmas JFC Dinner in Kyoto. Aya clutched the drive, considering that she didn’t want to make this proposition any worse than it already was - so she didn’t consider having Christmas Dinner with her parents, deciding that the last time she’d see them would be when shed hug each of them and give them her few but meaningful belongings to keep safe at the family vacation homes in Sapporo and Küstrin.

“We may have more political parties than we can count here in Japan - yet some things never really did end in 1945.”

Aya said to herself quietly as she exited the Dai Ichi Semei Building once the doors to her sentencing rom had opened - the light pouring in as she walked through the main entrance and out onto the busy Tokyo streets. Hovering cars which used electromagnetic charging capabilities that stayed “fueled” and/or “charged” due to the roads having such a capability and thus having eliminated the gas industry as a whole and “refilled” vehicles for free, zoomed past. An endless cacophony of neon lights, anime waifu characters in advertisements, and plenty of conservatively and traditionally dressed older citizens, as well as younger citizens dressed like her, walked past, chatting, looking at their devices, and generally living their lives. 

Such was Tokyo in 2111 - yet something stuck with Aya as she made her way to the bullet train to get back to her one bedroom flat on Kyoto: how was it that Japan, now more integrated into the world than ever, maintained a military and defense system which still upheld and enforced a tradition of gyokusai and kamikaze combined combat tactics and doctrines? As Aya boarded the bullet train, she put on her pink and white, neko ear headphones as he drifted into listening to her music. The location detection capability in all of her devices would let her know when she’d made it back to Kyoto - hence, Aya knew that she’d be afforded at least a small amount of decent sleep, and thus a release from that had happened less then one hour prior.