Mine

In a no so distant future, there exist women who are capable of assuming the role of historic naval ships. But, in this future, this story, only two of them matter. Kaga and Akagi are sister ships of the Sakura Empire. However, despite being blood sisters, they were two sides of the same coin. Akagi, in a word, was sadistic. She adored watching others in pain, be they friend or foe. It didn't matter to her as long as they were writhing and begging. Akagi's attitude matched her appearance. Her black hair flowed down her back, lightly cradling her butt. Her bangs rested just above her thin brows. Further down her face were her deep, red eyes. Her lips always carried a devious smirk, even when she wasn't planning anything naughty. If her face wasn't enough to scare or attract, her body would certainly do it. Her breasts were quite pronounced, her hips wide, thighs thick, and her skin smooth. Despite her many ventures to the battlefield, she still managed to have perfect skin.

Her sister, on the other hand, carried platinum white hair that often brushed her shoulders when she looked to either side. Kaga was pure and sweet enough to give a man a toothache. But first and foremost, she was traditional. She was often compared to a shrine hand of some kind, but that was less important. Her mode of dress was more modest, her cleavage completely covered but still noticeable, a skirt sinking halfway down her thighs, and a pure smile on her lips. Though something about her was off-putting. She wore a fox mask of some kind on the side of her face. It was kind of spooky, but enticing as well.

Of course, one thing made these two sisters really different from their counterparts of the Sakura Navy. They both had nine tails and fox ears that matched the color of their hair. It would have been questioned, but one was too scary to talk to and the other spoke too formally which made her intimidating in her own right.

Their personalities clashed from time to time, but usually it was Akagi's fault. Akagi enjoyed toying with her sister. It was like a game for her and she was always the winner, no matter what happened. This was how they lived for quite awhile, until the metaphorical Battle of the Bulge.

Akagi and Kaga returned from heavy combat. The dark-haired one lowered her head and closed her eyes, expecting the Admiral to pat her head and compliment her like usual. Except it didn't happen.

"You did wonderful, Kaga. Keep up the good work." The Admiral pats her head and then moves on to Akagi. Akagi gets no head pat. Just a verbal, "Good job."

Akagi felt disappointed, as if she had lost something. Maybe she just needed to try harder next time. Of course, she thought to herself, that's all she needed to do. She thought this for a month straight, until their next sortie.

"That was a wonderful engagement, Kaga. You're so helpful." The Admiral pats her head and move on to Akagi. Again, no head pat. Just another good job.

Akagi felt pained. She felt she was losing her place in her Admiral's heart. She didn't want that. No, she wouldn't let it happen. One last time, she needed to try one last time.

It would take four months before the next major battle would begin. Akagi fought her hardest, her heart pounding in her chest as she shouted commands and battle plans. Akagi tried her hardest, but only put herself in a dangerous situation.

"Good job, Kaga. We couldn't have done it without you." Just like the previous battles, Kaga got a pat on the head but Akagi didn't hear any praise. She was scolded.

"Akagi, you could have gotten yourself killed. Even worse, you could have caused your team to get hurt. I'm very disappointed in you."

Disappointed. Disappointed. Disappointed. Disappointed.

The word echoed in Akagi's mind. She wanted to cry. She wanted to lash out. She needed someone to take these emotions out on. She needed to bring suffering to the person who made her feel like this. She needed to make Kaga know what happens when her Admiral's love and affection is stolen away.