David Tai has blessed us with another Flashfic. This time starring Whip/Seirah, Leona, Yag and Duckling.

ALL CREDIT FOR THIS GOES TO:

(David Tai)

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Nanonotes:

* So Seirah/Whip is the star of this show. She has a kinda split personality, but not really. It's closer to a maturity dynamic rather than an entirely different person. When Whip is 'in uniform' ie) in her working mode, she's mature beyond her years. Professional and authoritative. This is 'The Whip'. When not in uniform, she's behaves like a 16 year old girl, which compared to 'The Whip' is girly and immature. Sometimes Seirah will talk to Whip. (tbh, I'm not entirely sure if she's crazy or not. Perhaps David will disclose soon. I'm along for the ride with you guys as well lol.)

* Whip sorta kinda likes Rock Howard? I can't tell for sure atm.

* Yag is his same, awful self. *3*

It'd taken -some- doing to convince Rock that, no, Whip wasn't a cougar or anything, just a very young girl when she wasn't in military outfit.

And for whatever reason, she wasn't the type to take no for an answer, especially when she'd come up with a -plan- involving Iori Yagami and that woman who kept showing up at the concerts.

Leona, right?

Whip had latched onto him as he accompanied Iori to the IKARI's base, mostly because nobody wanted to see Iori around without -someone- sensible to keep him in check. Kyo had apparently lost that designation some time ago, so it seemed Rock was his boss's new babysitter. Well, perhaps it was a bit more strenuous than babysitting. Usually the 'baby' wasn't a terrifyingly powerful pyrokinetic who wrote his paychecks.

But Rock wasn't focused on that at the moment. By now, he knew how Iori Yagami ticked, and was more or less comfortable around him. Now, he had a new, equally mysterious, acquaintance to figure out, and she was unsettling.

Whip had a 'friend' that she would talk to occasionally, just to share her 'thoughts' where he could over hear. He wasn't quite sure whether it was a sign of mental imbalance, or a shrewd way to keep -him- off-balance. Perhaps she peppered them in so that she could keep the upper hand in their... dealings.

And she insisted he call her 'Seirah'. 'Whip' was quite unacceptable, and lord help him if he even breathed 'Whippy'. He'd made that mistake -once- after Ralf told him 'she likes to be called Whippy.'

After a rather brutal retaliation - one which he'd rather not elaborate on, or otherwise recall to memory, he'd taken to saying 'Yes, Seirah' in much the way one might say "Yes, Mistress."

Rock Howard nursed his cup of hot chocolate and he watched Seirah hum a little carol as she tied a little bit of foliage to the tip of a grounded missile. They were standing in an airfield, but no planes were flying at the moment. There was only the gentle whooshing of the Atlantic breeze, and the faint tune of 'I'm dreaming of a White Christmas'. Rock lifted his head and squinted through the sunlight at the girl. He sighed and shook his head.

"Wouldn't it be easier to do this indoors?"

Seirah cast him a pitying look. She answered with the matter-of-factness of a schoolteacher. "Yes, but nobody's going to be expecting it RIGHT HERE!"

"Yeah, but how are you going to get Iori over -here-?" Rock asked.

Seirah flashed him a winning smile. "That's your job, I'll just take care of Leona."

"Hey, Clark, c'mere, get a load of that."

Ralf Jones waved Clark Steele over, motioning to the screens.

Clark grunted as he stood and approached his colleague. "Aren't you supposed to be testing the drones...?"

"Yep, get a gander of that. The Howard kid and Whippy."

"Huh. I don't think I've seen Whip act so... girly," Clark replied, grabbing a chair and straddling it. "What's she doing...?"

"Hanging mistletoe. Not in a place I would've thought of, that's for sure..."

"You don't think she's sweet on the kid, do you?"

"Nah, she's probably doing something for Leona's sake."

"It's also a weird plan."

"I told her she'd be better off doing the unexpected if she wanted to catch people off guard."

"That is so STUPID."

"Hey, doing that works on her."

"Until she figures out what -you- like to do and then proceeds to neutralize it."

"Seems to have no problem wrapping the Howard kid into doing what she wants."

"Gotta admire her command style. Think it's The Whip?"

"Definitely The Whip."

Lol. There are a thousand ways this can go wrong.