The Power of Love and the Weight of War

During Aya’s ominous trip that had concluded about thirty minutes prior to Yumeko’s, no one spoke on the vessel, the Military Space Ship that was part of the JSDF section of the DDA Military Forces having swiftly launched as it began its ascent towards space. Aya did however, look around - so many Yamato Shōjo that were just like her, all of the Jirai Kei and Gothic Lolita variety as she observed on the platform - but she understood that despite their ludicrous, flashy outward appearances and what she assumed were likely at least some of their normal ways of socialization - they were just as scared as she was. As the vessel ascended, Earth became less and less visible, and soon enough Aya and Yumeko were on the moon - one of the main terraformed and interplanetary settlements of the DDA. Pyramid and other sharply angled by even geometric, black and white digital camouflage patterned structures dotted the lunar landscape for as far as the eye could see - with vibrant prints of the main three DDA Member States’ flags could be seen on the sides of certain structures, and soon enough - Aya’s vessel landed, connecting to one of the black and white digital camouflage patterned structures, as a young women, who couldn’t have been older than 30, walked into the vessel.

She had blood red hair, with large red eyes, smiling at the Yamato Shōjo who had been transported up to the moon. This young woman had an impossibly toned, feminine figure like the rest of them, though she was dressed slightly differently. She wore conservative but lightweight and plain, female dress shoes that were pointed at the front, along with pink and white digital camouflage pattern thigh high stockings, a white school uniform type skirt that only barely covered her tight ass, along with a just over the shoulders short in length, just barely reaching the waist but slightly above shirt, pink and white digital camouflage pattern button up short with twin pockets on both sides of the chest/breast area. Topping it off - the young, red haired, red eyes woman wore a stylish, pink and white digital camouflage beret as part of her uniform - which had a half pink, half white, balcony bordered beret flash sewn onto it.

“I’m Kirari, a Captain in the JSDF Component of the DDA Military Forces and - welcome to the last days of your lives, shōjo. I’ll be the one you’ll see now and through the end of next week - when you’ll all be dropped from orbit in the Sakura Kamikaze ballistic drop-ships to your honorable deaths through seppuku to the state. Remember, you’ve all chosen this fate - just as your actions were based on your own choices - choices that ultimately lead to where you all are now. Don’t worry - you’ll be integrated in with other shōjo - who though they my be gaijin - will be falling from the heavens with you all to their honorable deaths. As such, please report to receive uniforms and barracks accommodations assignments.”

Aya looked around, then seeing as the other shōjo were getting off in an orderly and quiet manner, so did she. Unlike with Yumeko, Aya didn’t feel at ease with these other shōjo - despite the fact that they were all dressed like her and like Yumeko. Her feelings aside, Aya quietly and calmly proceeded down the hallways adorned with propaganda posters which utilized waifu characters in uniform to promote the war effort - propagating World War III as it had been officially termed - as “a common struggle for the good of the DDA and for humanity at large”, though Aya didn’t really know how to feel about that. After all, she’d wanted to be a mangaka - someone who entertained people; she didn’t want to kill people. Yet, there she was - with their Unit Commander, made up of fifty or so shōjo who were destined to be gyokusai in the Special Unit: Sakura Kamikaze, making her way with them in an orderly fashion into the main terminal where DDA Civilians and Military Personnel alike went to and retuned from Earth. Whispers and comments, along with some cheers in many languages - though mainly English, German, and Japanese - filled the airport-esque corridors, retail and restaurants establishments that were all of a small size flanked them on both sides. Then - someone broke the order and the silence.

“No! I won’t die for the DDA! I just love other shōjo!”

A Jirai Kei shōjo who wore an outfit essentially identical to Aya’s, though with aquamarine and black as the main colors, along with fluffy, full twin tails that matched her outfit - screamed as she reached for Captain Kirari’s sidearm that was holstered around her thigh. The Jirai Kei shōjo didn’t stand a chance - seen in that just as she gripped Kirari’s thigh holster - Kirari took control of her rectangular, black and white blocky but lightweight, semiautomatic sidearm with expert handling and muscle memory - aiming and firing two shots into the Jirai Kei shōjo’s chest and one into her head - the Jirai Kei shōjo’s blood and brain matter splattering onto a few nearby families, with screams and tearful in English, German, and Japanese being heard as the parents tried to calm their screaming and crying daughters - while Combat Medics of the DDA Military Forces swiftly came out with a body bag, zipping up the colorful corpse and walking away with it just as swiftly. Captain Kirari turned to the group - with Aya turning bihaku from her nervousness as she struggled not to faint, but somehow succeeded.

“Would anyone else - like to dishonor themselves and their families?

Captain Kirari asked coldly - all of the other shōjo not daring to do anything except obey to the letter. Aya felt dizzy, scared, traumatized, and nervous - and she was about to faint - that is until a par of hands caught her, those from a much taller figure Tham her, but with distinctively tight, feminine, thin features.

Aya turned around - and having to hold back screaming with joyful shock, it was Yumeko - who was now clad in a uniform identical to Captain Kirari’s. Aya looked up at her as the group lead by Captain Kirari, with Aya in step with them as DDA civilian janitorial crews in hazmat suits cleaned up the blood, small bone fragments, and brain matter that were on the floor, while more DDA Military Forces Combat Medics cleaned and supported the directly affected families as best they could in the immediate timeframe. Aya turned to Yumeko, looking up at her blushing, lightly crying, and smiling.

“How!? How did you get up here - why are you here!? Were you sentenced - “

Aya asked before Yuma once again genial placed her hand over Aya’s mouth, smiling at her just as reassuringly as she had when they’d met the night prior.

“I enlisted as a Special Unit: Sakura Kamikaze Launch Control and Munition Technician, actually, the morning that we took the bullet train to the Tokyo Space Departure and Landing Station - and just after sending through my resignation to my job at that JFC Franchise. And don’t worry - I’m here.”

Yumeko said to Aya, smiling down at her, but Aya didn’t know how Yumeko could be so calm - but somehow she was, which admittedly reassured Aya. As the group made their along through the corridors, more civilians and families waved small flags of the DDA Member States, and cheered in their respective languages. Though, even as the group dared the restricted access point that lead to the barracks area that was designated solely for the Special Unit: Sakura Kamikaze, Aya looked up at Yumeko, counting the conversation to soothe her nerves.

“Wait, why are you asking with us then? Shouldn’t you be in a different area?”

Aya asked as Yumeko once again smiled calmly and warmly - stroking Aya’s purple and pink, shoulder length hair.

“Because I’m a volunteer - or a freiwillige - is my German pronunciation ok? Well because I’m a volunteer, I’m able to access anywhere that my specialty’s security clearance and military behavioral record will allow me. Hence, I’m able to travel with you all - and that’s why the Captain hasn’t batted an eye at us.”

Yumeko said - to which Aya’s eyes went wide with joy. For a moment, Aya temporarily forgot all bout her impending doom, as maybe, just maybe Aya thought - she’d get to have more equally comforting and stimulating yuri releases with Yumeko before she faced her seppuku from orbit. As they walked, the rest of the very closely dressed to Aya, shōjo of the Jirai Kei fashion sense, as well as those of the Gothic Lolita persuasion followed Captain Kirari to the barracks area. As they did so, the crowds began to fade along with the retail areas and even the variety of colors overall - replaced instead by a black, white, and grey digital camouflage pattern that was consistent along all of the walls, with the ceilings being a plain white. Soon enough - perhaps fifteen or so minutes later, the shōjo were in their assigned barracks area - the digital camouflage pattern on the walls being pink, red, and white, along with waifu and husbando stylized and very large murals of Amaterasu, Tsukuyomi-no-Mikoto, and Hachiman adorning the walls. The restroom and shower areas were communal, and the sleeping accommodating were essentially “coffin apartments” with the entry to each right next to each there, with maybe one foot of space separating each door. Captain Kirari then turned around to the Yamato Shōjo that shed lead, whilst other females, who were all gaijin, as seen from their Caucasian skin tones, eye colors, and hair colors, and heard in the languages that they spoke. Unlike the group Aya was in, with the exception of Yumeko - all of the gaijin shōjo had on uniforms identical to Captain Kirari, as unlike Yumeko, Aya and them wouldn’t have potentially long terms of military service. Captain Kirari then turned to the group that she’d lead.

“Unoccupied rooms will have red tape on the digital locks on the doors, as well as being marked with your names. Since we now have one that is unexpectedly vacant - I’d advise that you stay out, unless you’d like to face a similar fate as its now deceased occupant.”

Aya and the other Yamato Shōjo knew that Kirari meant it. With that stated, their Captain left the barracks are, but Yumeko stayed behind, figuring that it was best to comfort Aya as much as he could before the inevitable happened. As the rest of the Yamato Shōjo looked for their barracks rooms - Aya only had to walk five or so feet until she found hers. With that, she placed her hand on the digital door lock, which scanned all of her fingerprints before swiftly unlocked. The room included a bed that was built into the wall - along with an exceptionally small kitchenette with a built into thew all mini fridge and a small microwave, and a closet that included her new uniforms - and a lockbox that was labelled in Japanese, English, and German as “Personal Effects”. Aya knew that her civilian clothes that she had on would be going in there, which they did once she was undressed with the door closed, as she then took the towel that has her name embroidered plainly into it once again in Japanese, English, and German - finally turning to Yumeko.

“Would you mind watching my room, waiting for me while I go and shower?”

Aya asked, but as she finished the last syllable in the entirety of her sentence - Yumeko was already stripping, holding her uniform on Aya’s bed, and then taking the second of the two towels that Aya was issued, smiling and winking at Aya as her larger breasts jiggled slightly with excitement as Yumeko moved.

“Wait for you? No - I’m not going to pass up an excuse to see you naked without the need for any explanation.”

Aya blushed and smiled, nodding as she put on her towel and one of two pairs of plain white flip flops, while Yumeko put on the second pair, as they then both made their way over to the communal shower area - which took the two Yamato Shōjo only a minute or so to reach, seeing countless other Yamato and gaijin shōjo alike showering, laughing, and generally getting along quite nicely. This put Aya at ease as she found tow spare shower heads, occupying the space under one as Yuemko did the other, once their towels were safely hung up out of the way. As they both began to shower, just before they could soap up - a White American girl’s voice, one that carried a distinctive “Valley Girl” accent, tone, and word choice - rang out in the communal shower area, causing everyone to turn.

“LIKE - WHO ARE YOU!? AND LIKE IS THAT THING - WHAT!.?

Aya and Yumeko turned - with Aya recognizing the subject of such attention to be a Yamato Shōjo from her group, one who was of the Gothic Lolita persuasion, as shown by the black makeup around her eyes and on her lips. The Yamato Shōjo blushed at the group, and at the American shōjo - one with magnet hair in large, full twin tails that went out to the sides and magnate eyes that complimented her toned, thin body that was much like Aya’s, with breasts only slightly larger than Aya’s. The Yamato Shōjo in whose presence now commanded everyone’s attention there, actually turned out not to be a shōjo in the traditional sense, but an otokonoko instead, as seen namely only by the astonishingly long and thick, uncircumcised, hairless penis that hung straight down the otokonoko’s legs. Aside from that feature, one would be easily forgiven for assuming that the flat-chested figure was in fact, a Yamato Shōjo, during to their highly effeminate and hairless in the normal areas, body.

“I’m Kiyoharu - and yes - I’m an otokonoko, but I do identify and live as a shōjo.”

Kiyoharu said, their voice so distinctly like that of a naturally born Yamato Shōjo that it all the more supported their identity, as well as with their long teal and black hair contrasting nicely with their slightly lighter teal colored eyes as they smiled. The American shōjo who’d caused all of the attention to Kiyoharu bowed in unseen politely to Kiyoharu, smiling and blushing.

“I’m sorry for like - calling you out like that. I’m Amelia, and it’s like, really nice to meet you, Kiyoharu. I’m guessing you’re like, totally cool with me calling you by your first name, instead of like, using your last name with the san honorific?”

Amelia said as she blushed hard, the atmosphere in the room becoming one of settlement and ease, as everyone went back to their own showers. Aya looked up at Yumeko, as Yumeko tilted her head with a smile. It seemed to Aya that even if she didn’t know when or where her and the other shōjo - save for Yumeko - would have their first and last mission, their from orbital seppuku, at least she’d be in good company in the most genuine sense of the term.