Yellow 60 Lake

Chapter 1: First Sight

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Red light strobed across the reflective surfaces in Miyu's cockpit. It was the telltale glow of laser fire, originating from her six and relentlessly streaming past her canopy in every direction. The pilot executed a series of maneuvers which pushed her Katinan interceptor to the brink of its capabilities, all the while outrunning the barrage of ruby red death just by the skin of her teeth.

"Blast it Fay, where are you?!"

Miyu stole a quick glance at the area map on her dashboard, but was unable to pinpoint Fay's location. Outside her interceptor's canopy was a deluge of rain and water vapor, and every few seconds purple fingers of lightning lashed out through the massive pillar of clouds, startling both her and her pursuer. The storm was interfering with her ship's sensors; it clouded the radar map and crushed virtually all of their radio communications to static. It was more than an average thunderstorm; with Aquas and its moon being so close together, naturally their magnetic fields would conflict and generate freak storms like this.

The lynx's ship rocked as a laser bolt struck its flank. Even that brief second Miyu allocated to finding Fay was enough for her opponent to take advantage of. Miyu cursed as she dedicated 100% of her focus to just surviving.

The storm had really thrown a wrench in their plan. With Miyu's ship being the least armored of the two interceptors, and inversely the more heavily-armed, it was strategically the most valuable target to attack first. Plus Miyu could never find it within herself to use Fay as bait, nor would the spaniel attract the attention of their adversary if she did. Miyu, after all, was the one with which she had a bone to pick. That was why Miyu had volunteered to distract the bounty-huntress while Fay waited for the opportunity to strike. Now, at the wrong end of all this laser fire, Miyu was starting to wish she had been the one to lie in wait. After all, she told herself, I am the better pilot. Even Fay would have to admit that. Speaking of which...

"Fay!" Miyu barked into her comms again, hoping against hope to hear her partner's voice break through the static. "Fay! Fay?" In a fit of desperation, Miyu pulled all the way back on the control stick, causing her interceptor to rise perpendicular to Aquas' moon and towards the sapphire planet itself. "Fay-Fay-Fay-Fay-Fay-Fay-Fay!" The black and gold-trimmed interceptor easily kept on her tail, unloading another barrage of lasers at her. With each new shot that bitch landed on her hull, she picked away at Miyu's weakening shields. If she had been keeping track she would knew Miyu was almost a goner.

The radio crackled, but to Miyu's surprise it was not Fay's voice that greeted her over the comms.

"I never liked you, lynx," came a young, serpentine voice that dripped venom. "Somehow you always end up with everything you want... especially at the expense of others."

Warning lights blinked on Miyu's dashboard, and an urgent klaxon screamed of a successful lock-on.

"...I think now it's time to change that."

Before Miyu could thrust her ship into one last desperate dive, crossfire emerged through the clouds, striking her opponent's vessel directly in the hull. While the bounty-huntress had anticipated fire from behind, she hadn't expected an attack to come from below, relative to her. The unprotected hull burst open in a fit of showering sparks, and a black case dropped out into the storm. Miyu went ahead with her dive, speeding up until she drew close to the case, then applying air brakes until she matched its speed. She used her ship's gravitons to generate a tractor beam and draw the case into her own cargo hold—only then did she pull out of her dive and level off parallel to both the planetoids.

"Sorry I'm l...te, Miyu," Fay's haggard voice finally caressed the pilot's ears, "but I lost you tw... in the storm. Is th... Sveno okay?"

Miyu glanced at the display screen, which was covered in analyses of hull damage, shield percentages, and fuel levels. "Yeah, she's doing alright. That last move put me in a lot of danger, and my shields are a fur's width above zero, but I lived."

Fay chuckled, which was rather disturbing when distorted by radio interference. "Guess I saved ...u in the nick of time, huh?"

Miyu pulled alongside Fay, glaring at her through the storm since their face-chat was offline. "No, I was gonna shake her off anyway. If you had managed to trail us like we planned I never would've been in this mess."

The lynx could practically feel her companion pouting through the empty space between their ships. Now that they were closer the spaniel's whine came through much clearer. "You know my ship is slower than yours!"

After such a close brush with death, Fay's whine was more comforting than annoying, but Miyu acted ticked anyway. "Aww quit complaining, Princess. Now, where did Mamba go? You've kept track of her, right?"

Fay's side of the comms was worryingly silent for a moment. In a meager voice barely audible above the static, she admitted, "...No."

"Well where did you last see her?!" Miyu exploded, adrenaline still pumping after their chase.

"I'm sorry! The last I saw of Cira she was headed into the cloud-pillar... thing."

"How did the Evryali come out of that attack?" Miyu asked.

The feline could see Fay do a little happy dance in her cockpit. "Aw I really let her have it! Pow-pow! Right in her sleek gut. Oh, um... in addition to the cargo hold, I also struck the back engines, and it really looked like she was faltering."

Miyu checked their location, measuring their relationship to both Aquas and its satellite, Bayoon.

"Bayoon, that's the only place she could have gone," Miyu concluded.

"How do you figure?"

"At this altitude we're still closer to the moon, and I have no idea what the hell is up with Bayoon's gravity, but combine it with Mamba's shot engine and you can bet that's where she'd end up."

Fay hummed as she thought for a moment. "Couldn't she just coast a bit and make it to Aquas?"

"Nah, you really knocked her off course with that last round. Plus where would she land on Aquas? She could ditch the Evryali in the ocean, but once she ejected she'd just get eaten by sharks—which I admit is much cooler than a long, drawn-out hunt for her in the swamps."

"Maybe we don't have to follow her..." Fay hazarded.

"True," Miyu agreed. "I did catch the container you dropped from her ship, so maybe if the artifacts are all there we could leave this water balloon of a planet and collect our pay." She tapped a button on her control panel, which shipped the package from the cargo hold to her cockpit. The onyx-black case emerged in a well below the left of her seat.

"Wait!" Fay exclaimed. "What if it's a trap? What if it explodes!?" her voice squeaked in fear on the last word.

"I don't know!" the lynx mocked back, feigning worry. "What if the both of us spontaneously combust right now? ...It's fine, Fay; I highly doubt Mamba intended for us to score a hit on her cargo bay so we could catch this. I don't think it'll blow up if I open it." Still, she was the least bit cautious while opening the container.

Just as she hoped, no bomb went off, no noxious gas emerged to fill her cockpit, and no needle jabbed her gloved fingers with poison. The top of the case slid off after she undid the clasps, revealing several items wrapped in cushioning cloth. She unwrapped each in turn, checking them off a digital list saved on her wrist comm.

The first was an ornate necklace carved from a scallop shell; most of the shell was unchanged, except the extremities of the fan portion had been carved into five different digits—almost like stubby fingers. The shell was burnished nacre, polished so well that Miyu could almost discern her face in the milky reflection.

"Well? Well?!" Fay prodded. "How do they look? Are they all there?"

Miyu whistled. "Just as pretty as in the data file. I could see you wearing one of these."

"The necklace, right?" Fay too had seen the mission file. "Jewelry's not my thing. I prefer bows."

"And collars."

Fay did her best to ignore the jab, instead striking back with her own. "I seem to recall you liking jewelry. Why don't you hang it from that behemoth of an earring?"

"You know, I think I will wear it." Miyu dropped the seashell beads around her neck, arranging the pendant so that it was centered on her torso. It was rather long, dangling just below her chest, which meant it would be concealed if she ever zipped her flight jacket up. "Just don't tell Toré I wore one of his precious artifacts."

"I bet you look cute," Fay cooed.

"I never look cute," Miyu corrected her, "I only look slightly less ferocious. Now lemme check if the rest are here."

The feline sorted through the rest of the items, identifying a variety of statuettes carved from coral and an ornamental knife that the mission file called a "kukri." The blade portion was bent and covered with the same mother of pearl material as the pendent. It was shaped in a way that made Miyu want to throw it like a boomerang, but she had no idea what to do when it came back around. Miyu sheathed the knife in its equally-decorated scabbard, pocketing the whole thing in her jacket. On her person was the safest hiding place, but the rest of the statuettes would just weigh her down, so she hid them in a special compartment in her cockpit.

Yet when she had fully checked over the case they were still missing a necklace similar to the one she now wore.

"Uh Fay, we're short a necklace."

"Aw, I knew it would grow on you. So you wanna keep it and tell Toré we lost it?"

"No, there's another one just like it," Miyu explained. "Mamba may have had my same idea and chose to wear it."

"I thought gold was more of her style, not ivory."

"Pearl. So it looks like we'll have to track her down after all."

Fay moaned in anguish. "You mean we'll have to track her down on Bayoon? But it's a jungle down there! Haven't you watched Bear vs Wild?"

"I'm not looking forward to it either, but if it means braving a few leech bites for our pay, I'd jump at the chance. We're lucky to have bagged this mission in the first place."

"Oh alright," Fay conceded.

Miyu pulled up a map of Bayoon, studying the geography beneath their current location. Directly beneath them was a mountain, surrounded by miles and miles of mostly unsettled swampland. Towards the south the swamp hit a bajou area, pouring out into Bayoon's largest lake. On the edge of the lake was a port by the name of Badwash; it seemed like the best place to house their ships while they forayed into the wilderness. It also seemed like the most likely location Mamba would head once she made landfall.

The lynx sent the town's coordinates to Fay's ship, then set her own vessel on autopilot before handing the digital reins over as well.

"Fay, I've sent you our next destination. A lovely little portside-town called Badwash. I need to catch a few winks; I've been up for over 24 hours, and it's taking its toll. Wake me when we get there, okay?"

"Okay," Fay agreed. "Do you... mind if I talk?"

"Yes." Miyu tuned her ship's radio to the only locale station available, but all she got was a mesmerizing form of static. She turned the volume down until it blended in with the other white noise of the Sveno's engine and the constant drops of water hitting her windscreen. Miyu reclined her chair back, letting her cheek rest against the leather-covered seat. The combined effect began to gently lull Miyu to sleep...

"It's a pity it had to turn out like this."

Miyu snorted in surprise, as she had nearly drifted off to La La Land. So Fay had no intention of staying silent.

"Huh? Turn out like what?"

"Well... I never thought we'd be on opposite sides of a mission as Cira. I feel sorry for her."

"Do you still blame me for kicking her off the team?" Miyu mumbled, closing her eyes again. "'Cause that girl was trouble from the moment we first met. No respect for life, no morals—she wanted us to deal with some pretty shady characters."

"No, I understand that," Fay said. "You didn't want our team heading in that direction. I know killing those guys was the last straw, but... she did it for me."

"Fay?"

"Yes?"

Miyu was trying her best to follow the conversation, but it was a losing battle.

"Goodnight, Princess."

Fay let out a cute little sigh. "Yeah, night. ...I think I'll wake you up with a barrel roll. How's that?"

"Zzzzzzz..."

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"Sorry Miss Sun
I have to turn away
I've been hiding this from you
But now I have to say

Don't love you
Don't love you
Anymore

So sorry Miss Sun
I know it's not your day
But you ain't my only one
So I just can't stay

'Cause she's the only jewel I see..."

The gravelly voice of a bullfrog crooned soulfully in Miyu's ears, greeting her as she slowly woke. It was sung in a country-blues style, backed by folk instrumentals. Though it wasn't her favorite genre, she welcomed the quieter tune that didn't disturb her sleep. In fact, Miyu felt like she could fall right back to sleep, even though the bright rays of morning painted her closed eyelids red.

Yet a tap on the glass canopy immediately disturbed her rest. Miyu opened her eyes and was greeted by a bright blue sky littered with puffy clouds—one of which turned out to be Fay. Miyu had always admired her glossy white fur, and how the girl found so much time to brush and care for it. If it wasn't for the glowing red bow sitting atop her head, the lynx might never have noticed her.

Popping her windshield open, Miyu hopped out onto a wooden dock. The first thing she did was to arch her back and stretch in an exaggerated fashion, causing a warm sensation to melt through her spine. Fay took the hint and massaged her shoulders, working out the knots that had developed from their overnight flight.

"Arghhh... that hits the spot," Miyu growled, thankful for the massage.

"Wake up already, sleepyhead. Open your eyes and take a look!"

Miyu finally cracked her eyelids back open and scanned their surroundings, blinking at the amount of light that assaulted her pupils. Both of their ships were stationed on an old-fashioned dock that extended out from the port town's wharf. Just a few feet below the wooden platform lapped teal waters that made up Bayoon's largest salt lake. While the majority of the docks were occupied by an assortment of boats, an occasional spaceship seemed to pop up, making them feel less out-of-place. The town of Badwash itself was smaller than anything Miyu had seen before—and she had seen some small towns on Katina. The harbor was only a dozen blocks of buildings, all of which were covered in vibrant-colored but peeling paint. The materials were cheap and hastily slapped together, and some of the buildings were just refurbished steamboats. The grassy fields on the east side of town were dominated with preparations for some sort of festival, with food booths, tents, and mobile amusement rides in the midst of deployment.

For a few tranquil moments Miyu was hypnotized by the rippling water. In it she could see the pastel reflection of the multicolored buildings and local residents. As her eyes drew down from the shore and closer to their dock, she caught both the reflections of both Fay and herself. At first she took the opportunity to primp herself, brushing her topaz fur, smoothing out the creases in her white flight jacket that had formed overnight, and repositioning the large earring Fay always made fun of. A crisp lake breeze swept through the fur of her bare midriff, and for once Miyu wished her green top actually reached her stomach. The wind wouldn't be so bad between the buildings, and her jacket would be the first thing to go once they started scouring the hot swamps.

While she preened herself her eyes were drawn over to Fay's reflection, which was currently studying the harbor with a hungry expression. Both Fay and the rusted town seemed to be frozen in time to Miyu. She would never let herself get caught staring at Fay directly, so she settled for the rather greenish-reflection. The white-furred spaniel wore the same flight jacket but a more modest, red shirt—the same hue as her floppy scarlet bow. It was an overall childish look that Miyu couldn't help but adore; one that stabbed through any wall of annoyance or maturity the lynx threw up against it.

"I think it's kinda cute," Fay murmured.

"Eh, it reminds me of Katina," Miyu said, snapping back to the present. "I started the team so I could get away from one-street towns like this."

"Aww, but it just screams adventure!"

Miyu smirked at Fay. "The only adventure these sleepy-town citizens are getting is bingo night at the weekly church bazaar. Now come one, let's figure out who we gotta pay to rent this spot."

The pair of mercenaries set off down the length of the dock towards the wharf, the sound of their footsteps making pleasant thumping noises against the water-soaked wood. At the junction of the pier and wharf they found a small ticket building barely larger than a tollbooth. The door was opened wide to a surprisingly toned pig dressed in neon yellow and orange safety attire. He was seated in a raised chair behind a desk-mounted cash register and was conversing with a basset hound wearing khaki forest ranger gear. They were intensely involved in conversation about some topic, but due to the fishing gear the ranger sported it couldn't be anything more serious than the best bait to use on Bayoon trout.

Still a few yards off from the station Fay pulled Miyu's ear down to her muzzle and whispered, "Psst, ask them where the nearest restroom is."

"No!" Miyu hissed back. "You can't expect me to do that! We'll find one ourselves."

"What is it with you and asking for directions?"

"Shhh!" Miyu shushed Fay before approaching the small building. Neither the park warden nor the dock supervisor looked up as the girls approached, which Miyu was partly thankful for. When they stopped outside the booth, Miyu cleared her throat.

"Um, excuse us, we'd like to rent that platform out there. Uh, dock 12-C?"

The pig seemed happy to see a new face in town. With a warm throaty voice he said, "Ah, so you're the owners of those new spiffy crafts that just flew in? Nice paint jobs you've got there, and nice machines. You girls paying separately?"

Miyu cleared her throat awkwardly, and Fay took it as her cue to step forward. "No, I'm covering both of us." She handed her credit chip to the supervisor, who scanned it into the register. The register chimed and its drawer popped open, revealing an assortment of lures covered in feathers and sparkling doodads before the pig shoved it closed. A cash register for physical coins and bills was a rare sight to see in the Lylat's current modern age.

"Just bring this same card back when you're ready to skedaddle. There's a 20 credit initial payment, and five more for each additional day. I'd uh, ask what two young strangers like you are doing in a removed place like this, but I don't wanna pry."

"We're here on business," Miyu explained, but Fay brushed past her to talk.

"Have you seen a black panther come through here? A girl about our age?"

"Fay—"

The dock supervisor scratched his head, but didn't have to think long. "Nope, a girl like you two woulda stuck out like a sore thumb. You seen anyun like that, Jeff?"

The basset hound shook his head, his long brown ears flopping in delayed time. "Can't say that I have. Need help finding her?"

Fay nodded excitedly while Miyu looked away, hiding her embarrassment. "Yeah, we could use someone who knows this place to show us around, maybe guide us through the swamps. Unless she's shown up here already, which I don't think she has."

"You can hunt around town and keep an eye out for 'er," Jeff suggested. "I bet you could hire someone in town to take you out into the bush. Just be sure they don't tie you up and leave you for the 'squitos to pick clean while they steal your stuff, but..." The hound glanced down at Miyu and Fay's holstered blasters. "...You girls look like you can take care of yerselves. Now you can find someone in any of the bars." He narrowed his eyes at them before pointing an accusatory finger. "And don't let me catch you two a drinkin'."

This time it was the pig's turn to chime in. "Hey, and be wary of the locals. Badwash is a bit of a backwards town. We still have a bit of catching up to do with the rest of the Lylat culture-wise, and strangers aren't exactly welcomed with open arms and a jar of pralines. Native Aquans will be suspicious, and the older Cornerians won't trust ya either. Try not to cause trouble or act fishy, ya hear?"

"Yeah, thanks for the advice!" Fay said, waving goodbye as the girls walked away from the booth.

When they were out of earshot, Miyu chided Fay, "I thought you wanted to know where a bathroom is."

Fay looked the other way as they walked along the wharf. "Well... I thought you were gonna ask them that..."

Miyu smiled, knowing she had gotten to her.

Fay glanced over her shoulder for a second. "Well, at least they seem to be nice people. Neither of them gave us the eye when we walked up to them. And that pig is much better than that slob on Corneria. I wouldn't let us end up alone in the same room together! And he didn't even care that I was just 17!"

"Puh," Miyu spat to the side. "You're damn sure I wouldn't let him anywhere near you. In a way, I'm kinda glad we didn't make the team."

The lynx noticed Fay's ears droop at this last comment.

"Uh, I know how much that meant to you, Fay. Sorry I couldn't exactly wow them with my piloting skills."

"You and I both know the problem was me," Fay pouted. "It's because they knew who my uncle was. And, yeah, I may not be the best pilot. B-but I'm working on that. And I know he offered you the job. I saw him talk to you in private."

"Oh."

The two walked on in silence, avoiding even looking each others way. But eventually, to Miyu's surprise, Fay stopped and hugged her.

"Thanks for not leaving me behind, Miyu," she said, smiling warmly as she rested her head on the lynx's shoulder. Miyu was taken aback at first, but was won over by Fay's embrace and returned the gesture.

As they returned to walking down the wharf, Miyu said, "You know the real reason they wouldn't let us on the team?"

"Nnnno, why?" Fay asked after thinking a moment.

Miyu grinned at the memory of it. "It's because that goddamn rabbit kept yelling at me to do a barrel roll. And I did whenever he told me to, but he was always like, "That's not a barrel roll!"" Miyu stuck out her front teeth to help with the impersonation.

"Oh my god, yes!" Fay agreed, pointing a finger at Miyu. "He did that to me too! So I barrel-rolled, but he said I did it wrong. I think he meant... oh I can't remember what it's called, but there's a similar move. At least the leader didn't take off points for it."

"You know his son was totally into you?" Miyu teased, nudging Fay with her shoulder.

Fay giggled, recalling the bashful tod. "Yeah, he was kinda cute himself. Give him a few years, and our age gap will be less important. Ha, can you imagine if I married my hero's son?" Fay squealed at the thought.

It took about five more minutes before they reached the edge of the wharf, where a flight of stairs led down onto a beach. The last building on the wharf was luckily dedicated to changing rooms, and Miyu and Fay entered the women's section to relieve themselves after a long road trip through space. Fay didn't like using her ship's on-board waste system, and though she'd never admit it, neither did Miyu.

The feline was the first to emerge from the changing rooms. She brushed her hands off on her flight pants and looked up and down the harbor, but Fay was nowhere to be seen. She was probably still inside. Smirking, she thought, Of course she needs longer. Probably laying a cushion of toilet paper on the seat five feet high, fixing her hair and bow in the mirror... How many things can a girl possibly do in the bathroom, anyway?

Miyu nearly vaulted out of her boots when something pinched her buttocks. She whirled around, prepared to bludgeon the creep's face in with her fist, but was surprised to find a short Aquan lady instead. The elderly frog had wrinkly, peach-colored skin and eyes that couldn't quite focus on Miyu at the same time. She wore a grass and corn husk skirt as well as a mantle of black and red feathers that lay wrapped across her shoulders. Animal bones, shells, and colored pieces of glass hung anywhere she could fit them—from her ears, her nose, her lip, and between the rolls of belly fat her mantle unfortunately did not cover. Miyu was all for rocking the bare-midriff, but a woman of her age...

"Hey, what's your problem, granny?"

The frog tried her best to fix Miyu with her off-putting gaze.

"You're the One!" she cackled before spitting three times at the ground. On the third spit, Miyu could've sworn she saw a tooth fly out of her mouth, but then she remembered frogs don't have teeth. Silly Miyu.

"What? I'm the "One"? Could you please be more generic?"

The Aquan witch hopped into the air (surprisingly well for someone of her age), grabbed Miyu's face and pulled it close to her own. Her eyes were farther apart than Miyu's, so the feline could only look at one of her golden-colored irises at a time. The hag couldn't even manage that, as both of her eyes gazed past opposite sides of Miyu's head simultaneously.

"Ow, that's my face—"

"You have the blue eyes of the off-worlders," she crowed on in a shaking voice.

"And you have the eyes of a nut."

"Oh how they pierce and peer into the soul. You truly are the one to stare back at evil's gaze and turn it away!"

At this point Miyu's discomfort reached a breaking point, and she threw tolerance to the wind. She struggled to get free, but didn't want to hurt the ancient woman in doing so.

"Please, off-worlder!" the Aquan begged. "Save our people, us wretched slaves! Break us free from the darkness that bends us to its will! You, only you can save us!"

Finally the lynx managed to shake off the woman's slimy hands and beat it the hell out of there. She stopped a few buildings away, catching her breath beneath a cafe table with an umbrella under it. Sitting down, she waited a safe distance from the changing rooms while still allowing herself an unobstructed view of Fay when she came out. She shook her head, trying to make sense of what had just happened.

When the spaniel did come out, she bumped right into the peach-skinned amphibian, causing her plant-fiber skirt to rustle. Apologizing, Fay said, "Excuse me lady—"

But the Aquan immediately grabbed her by the cheeks and pulled her closer like she had done to Miyu.

"You're the One!"

"Oh, crazy lady!"

"Your eyes, they're blue..."

Miyu could easily predict how things were going to pan out. She jogged back over to the two females, prepared to intervene before the witch got too far into her spiel. With some force, Miyu pried her arthritis-ridden hands off of Fay's cheeks.

"Alright, get off her you hag!" With Fay extricated from the Aquan, Miyu began pulling her back towards the cafe. "Get lost, weirdo. This better be the first and only time we see you! Don't bother us again!"

They arrived back at the cafe a few moments later, with Miyu looking over her shoulder to see that the amphibian was truly gone.

"You know," Fay panted, "Sometimes I wish I was back on Corneria."

"Katina seems pretty cozy right now, too," Miyu admitted. "Come on, let's head north into town. See if we can find someone who'll lead us through the swamp."

The two pilots ducked down an alley, suddenly wary of Badwash's inhabitants.

A/N: Ahh, feels good to be back. I haven't published something since late November, and I wrote that piece only using emoji. So my last real update (with actual words) was a Halloween oneshot, and I finished my last serious story back in August. So... it's been awhile. I'll apologize right here for the lack of content, but college has started requiring more work, and planning this story has taken quite a bit of time. In fact, I spent my entire Christmas break plotting it out. It's a really intricate piece with a lot of things that could go wrong if I'm not careful. Yellow 60 Lake will be shorter than The Hunting Party, with exactly 15 chapters averaging 5-6k words each, which falls under a total of 100k words. An odd fact is that most of my writing sessions have been from 12:00-2:00 in the morning, because my sleep schedule is so messed up. That'll change when I go back to school...

I'd like to thank Vexed for letting me use Bayoon as a location. His story Chaos Effect is chock-full of similar colorful worlds and characters, and I can't recommend it enough. Also, Mr. Skiperdoo's story Perfect Escape heavily inspired me to try writing a fic with this same structure and intricacy. I hope to one-up him with this venture XD

Thanks for picking up this new story, lemme know your initial thoughts, though I reserve the right not to answer any crazy (but accurate) plot-related theories you may come up with, or any questions about Fay and Miyu's sexualities.

Hope to see ya in chapter 2,

-Elarix