I do not own Upotte in any form. This is a work of fanfiction.
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Chapter 1: Moving day
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Efensee managed to make her way into an apartment. Some people weren't too sure about a rifle such as herself, after combined media and anti gun crowds tried to blow shootings out of proportion, even worse than they already were. Any rifle even similar to herself would draw flak for being of a certain type, which she felt was moderately racist as far as guns go.
The apartment building she came to live at was also home to other guns, such as Nana, who was a Remington 700. Others included Jerry, who was a Gewehr 43 and Faf, who was an FAL-15. Everyone got along very well, exchanging stories from range time and even battle stories, most of the battle stories coming from Nana and Jerry. "One guy managed a 1,364 yard single shot kill with me. Said the bullet hit at a very steep angle." Nana recollected with a smile.
"My cousin, Emma, got some bad nicknames. Stuff like 'buzzsaw' and 'meat grinder'. She did her job well enough, I suppose." Jerry said, referencing her cousin Emma, who was an MG42. "She talked very fast, and that was pretty scary."
"I don't have that many close relatives." Faf said. "There's Ichiroku and Ichihahci that you might know, but that's about it. I guess maybe we're related, given what we both are."
"I've been in some fights myself, and I hear there's been a bunch of guns copying my style." Efensee said, flipping her hair.
Little did she know, Efensee was at hoe with enough room for another gun or two. She made do for the most part, but figured it would be better if she had a roommate to help with things, but also to talk to and maybe hit the range with. She put out an ad for a roommate and soon got a reply. The gun who would show up would be an acquaintance of hers. She was happy to know she would have a roommate, at least until she found out who it would be. The one thing Efensee didn't pay too much attention to was the profile pic of the respondent, which was a Finnish flag.
When the doorbell rang, she answered, only to find Sako at the door. She looked around, not seeing anyone else. "What, you expecting someone else?" Sako asked with a smile.
Efensee was somewhat uneasy, but still showed her in. "You're not going to kiss me again, are you?"
Sako waited until she saw Efensee turn toward the door and grabbed her for another kiss. "Like that? No."
Efensee was left shocked, much like the first time they kissed. "Not just my first kiss, but my second kiss?"
"What? I like you. You should appreciate that more. What if a meanie like Sutoraika, the streetsweeper moved in?"
She couldn't really come up with a response to that. "Okay, but can you please not kiss me like that? It's weird and I feel funny about it."
Sako pulled her in close and leaned her back, lightly brushing her hair to the side. "What if I did it like this?"
She managed to get free and took a few steps back. "Please, be more civilized. We're both capable of that, right?"
"Of course. I just like you, is all."
She showed Sako to her room, which was right next to hers. Being the kind and courteous rifle that she was, Efensee even helped Sako bring her cases into her room. Sako sat on the edge of the bed and patted it, signaling her to take a seat next to her. Efensee turned around and stepped out of the room.
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Later that night, both rifles were in their racks (beds) and for the most part, were sleeping soundly. AT one point in the night, Efensee was awakened by the sounds coming from Sako's room. She got up and put her ear to the wall, only to better hear Sako moaning as she sounded like she was pleasuring herself. She stepped back from the wall with a heavy blush after she heard Sako calling her name, albeit quietly. "Damn, is she that obsessed over me?" Efensee whispered to the room.
After awhile, Sako finished herself and Efensee could manage to get some rest. When morning came and they were both waking up, Efensee was worried about what she heard in the night possibly having an impact on what might happen in the apartment from there on. She came out of her room and saw a sock still on the doorknob to Sako's room, left there from the night before. "Ew. I really hope she doesn't try anything."
Sako opened her door and came out to greet Efensee. "Doesn't try what?"
"Um... anything... physical. Like what I heard last night."
"Well, I can take care of myself. Unless you want to help sometime."
"No, I'll... I'll umm... Let you do that."
They sat down to breakfast, which Efensee was thankful for it being rather uneventful. After eating, they figured it would be nice to go shooting together. Sako went into the bathroom to strip and clean, taking with her a special cleaner with essential oils. When she left the bathroom, she didn't have her top on, walking over to her room to put it on. Efensee didn't mind Sako walking about like that without her dust cover, since she was cleaning.
After seeing Sako go into her room, Efensee went to clean up next. She took her things into the bathroom with her. She cleaned and oiled everything like usual, then dressed herself. They picked up their ammo cans and left for the range when they were ready.
Along the way, Sako kept trying to take her hand, which she politely declined. "Come on, I can't even hold your hand?"
"I'd rather not, sorry." Efensee replied, trying not to be rude.
"Well, we're already going on a range date. Why not hold hands?"
She stopped in her tracks, getting a flustered look about her with a heavy blush. "It's not a date, it's just the range!"
"We loaded rounds together, cleaned up and now we're headed to the range for some shooting in a nice, safe, controlled environment. Why not call it a date? I mean, range time is a good thing for guns like us. We can work on accuracy and handling."
"I know range time is good for us. Why are you trying so hard to get me to say it's a date?"
"Like I said, I like you. Besides, guns make good partners of each other. What about Ichiroku and that one pistol?"
Efensee thought about it for a moment, thinking about the ones from Colt and Beretta. "She's actually been with a couple of pistols."
"See? It's not all bad. Tell you what. If you hold my hand and let me call this a date, I promise I won't kiss you in public."
"Hmm, okay. But no kissing, right?"
"Of course."
Efensee took Sako by the hand and they resumed their walk to the range.
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At the range, Efensee took the time to adjust her thong while Sako wasn't looking so as to not give her a reason to get excited. They got to their lanes and started shooting. Sako was confident, hitting her targets almost dead center with little adjustments aside from Kentucky windage. Efensee was hitting the paper, but her groups were off. She decided to ask for help. "Hey, how are you doing so well? Is there something I'm doing wrong?"
Sako put her rifle on safe and stepped over to her lane. "I'm going to hold you a certain way. Don't worry, I won't try anything." She started holding Efensee close while also adjusting how she held her rifle. "Now, steady your breathing. Focus. Squeeze, don't pull. And... Go."
Efensee fired a shot, hitting the bullseye. She kept firing until she had emptied an entire mag into the target, having a much better pattern. "Wow, thanks! That really helped. But can you let go now?"
Sako hugged her while she had the chance, then let go. "Okay. Just remember what I told you and you'll shoot fine."
Just before walking back to her lane, Sako pulled Efensee by the thong and let it snap back against her. "Hey, what was that for? You said you wouldn't try anything."
"I didn't kiss you, did I?"
Efensee huffed as she kept shooting.
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When they arrived home, Sako waited until the door was closed before she pushed Efensee against the wall and French kissed her. "Ugh, I thought you weren't going to kiss me!"
"I said I wouldn't kiss you in public. Now that we're home..." Sako trailed off, kissing her again.
Efensee pushed her off. "I'm sorry, but I don't want to be kissed like that. Can you please not do that?"
"What's wrong with a little affection?"
"Holding hands is a little affection. Kissing is different. I'm not ready for that yet, so can you please not do it that way?"
Sensing that she might have a chance later on, Sako decided to calm down for the time being. "Okay, okay. Can I maybe start it off with a hug and maybe a kiss per day?"
Efensee could tell a compromise was one way to get Sako to settle down. "Hmm... Okay. One hug and one kiss on the cheek per day. But nothing else, got it?"
Sako walked over and hugged her as she hugged back. "Deal."
Sako tried to get a kiss, but Efensee stopped her. "You've already had kisses today."
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Night came again and the two found themselves on the couch together, Efensee feeling better about Sako since their agreement. It was getting late, past midnight, so the cheesy horror movies were coming on. Sako was still awake, wanting to catch the classic movies. At one point, she noticed Efensee was completely out. She picked her up and carried her to her room, tucking her into bed. She leaned down and kissed her forehead, since it was past midnight. "Rest easy, hon. We'll go shooting again soon."
