Anarchy from the UK!

By Jangocommando27

Chapter 9: Christmas in Japan

Student accommodation block 'York'
St. Gloriana School Ship 'HMS Ark Royal'
20:38

James typed away on his computer, tightening the straps on his hoody to try and hold off the cold. It was now early December and a few weeks since the second round match. Since then a lot had changed; for one it had gotten much colder and snow was falling as it got closer to Christmas. In the wake of Darjeeling's injury, he'd been promoted to temporary team commander. While this meant he could, at least for a while, run the team how he thought they should be run, it also ment he had an uphill battle planning for their semi final match...

Against Kuromorimine.

Fortunately the match wasn't until the New Year, which meant he had the Christmas holidays to study up on Maho Nishizumi's leadership style as well as work out a way to beat that much heavy armour. Fortunately he had a large number of reference books back home for him to look through in the comfort of the large leather arm chair in his room, eating mum's roast dinner and sipping on a cold beer.

His attention as drawn away from his daydreams of home by a flashing icon on his computer, indicating a new E-mail. He minimised his long forgotten English homework and opened up the email and found it was from his mother. He quickly read it and all happy thoughts of home vanished.

"Goddamn it!" he growled and vented some frustration with a slam to his desk. He then sighed. He had to tell Chris. He got up from his desk and exited his dorm room, moving down the corridor towards Chris's room. Jay and John had their rooms open and were happily packing. They were due to fly home to Britian in a few days and they were all excited to see their friends and family again. He got to Chris door and knocked on it. There was a muffled sound of surprise, followed by the sound of fumbling fabric.

"Come in." Chris called a moment later. James opened the door, and was surprised to find Pekoe in there as well as his brother. They were both trying, and failing, to fain that all was normal and they hadn't been interrupted.

"Hey bro," greeted Chris, "Orange was just... helping me pack."

"Right..." said James, noting that the suitcase on the floor was empty. He sighed, "About that. I just got an e-mail from mum. Turns out they've had a change of plans. Mum and dad are going to see Uncle Charlie in Colorado for Christmas. They've already left and locked up the house, so we've been told to stay in Japan over Christmas."

"What?!" protested Chris

"Tell me about it." Replied James. "I'll see if I can find us a hotel or something, but I'm not optimistic about finding anything good for tomorrow."

"You could come and stay with me." Pekoe jutted in. There was a stunned silence as the brothers stared at her. James smiled.

"Thanks for the offer Orange, but I'll pass. I don't want to be a 3rd wheel around my brother and his girlfriend. But I'm sure Chris would love to, right bro?"

Chris was about to say something before a thought struck him and he reconsidered.

"I'd love to stay at yours Orange." Said Chris, before turning back to his brother. "You sure you won't join us?"

"Bro, trust me, you don't want me around over Christmas with your girlfriend." He replied. He turned to leave. "I'll find something in Yokohama, even if it's just a basher in the park. By the way, next time someone nearly walks in on you two making out, come up with something better than 'she was helping me pack'."

James left the young couple slightly shocked as he closed the door. They sat there for a moment before they laughed.

"Well I guess I really should be packing." Said Chris. While he was excited to get to spend Christmas with his girlfriend, he was worried about his brother. Knowing James, he really would spend Christmas in a Basher in the park if he needed to. But Chris knew he wouldn't enjoy it as much as being with someone he cared about.

Then it hit him.

He turned to Pekoe,

"O," he said, using his nickname for her, "I need you to do something for me."


2 hours later.

James was about to crash. He'd been searching for a hotel or homestead or somewhere for him to stay in Yokohama on his budget, but he'd found absolutely diddily squat. At this rate, he really was going to have to camp in a basher in the park over Christmas. His phone buzzed, an incoming text. He checked his phone, it was from Darjeeling.

'Come over to my dorm. Don't be seen. D x'

James pondered the strange request. It was past half ten and they both had class tomorrow, so Dar wouldn't be calling unless it was important. But to not be seen? That was odd. James shrugged and switched his night clothes for a pair of jeans, trainers and a plain grey hoody. He picked up his keys and other essentials and departed quietly. Disappearing into the night.


Student accommodation block 'Cambridge'
St. Gloriana School Ship 'HMS Ark Royal'
23:00

Darjeeling tapped her class notes with her pen, trying to work out a plausible argument for why Stalin's 5 year plans were worth the cost of human life. She tried to reach for her text book with her left hand, only to have pain lance up her arm.

She scowled, since the doctor's had put her arm in a cast her mobility and productivity had been severely limited. On top of that, she'd been forced to surrender command of the tankery team to James and even stop participating in sports. That meant she was being forced to hang around the school during sports and tankery, reading and being waited on hand and foot by her friends and boyfriend...

'You know', she thought, 'this might not be so bad after all.'

There was a knock at her window and she looked over, to see her boyfriend perched precariously on the stone windowsill. Darjeeling smiled and opened the window for him.

"Anything wrong with the front door?" she asked. He chuckled,

"Well you did say not to be seen." He replied. He climbed in through the window before pulling her close, leaned in and kissed her. She blushed slightly as they separated. Since the battle, they'd grown much closer and started going out proper, all the while trying to keep it secret from the team. So far they'd succeeded, but they had suspicions that some of the team (namely John, Jay, Chris, Caroline, Orange Pekoe and Assam) were on to them.

"So what did you want to talk about?" asked James, taking a seat on his girlfriend's bed. Darjeeling sat down in her desk chair.

"I gather that you're not heading back to Britain for Christmas." She said. James sighed, Pekoe must have told her.

"Yeah," he replied with another sigh. "Mum and dad going to America to see family and we can't get a flight out to join them and they've locked the house up."

"What will you do then?" She asked.

"Chris is staying with Pekoe so I'll find a hotel or something." Replied James

"Or you could come stay with me." Suggested Darjeeling. James' surprise was visible, he didn't expect that. Darjeeling, seeing his surprise, continued.

"My parents are keen to meet the man who saved my life, and I'm keen to show my boyfriend around my hometown." James thought for a moment. It was better than sleeping in a tent over Christmas.

"I'd love to." Said James. "One question though. What do I call your parents? I can't call them Darjeeling-sama can I?"

Darjeeling chuckled at the idea, and imagined the response James would get, especially from her father.

"No," she said, "that would give... entertaining results. You'd address them as Miyashita -sama."

"Miyashita?" queried James. "That's your family name?"

"Yes." She replied. There was a moment of silence.

"That begs the question. What's your first name?" Asked James. Though they'd been going out for a while James had always called her by Darjeeling, as calling her by anything else would arise suspicion as to their relationship. Though he had always been curious...

"Aimi." Said Darjeeling. "My name is Aimi."

"Aimi Miyashita." Said James approvingly. He liked the sound of it. "Pleased to meet you."

She chuckled, "Nice to meet you too, Mr. Hunter." James Groaned.

"That makes me sound like my father..."


St. Gloriana School sports hall
20:00

James and his boys, as well as Darjeeling, Orange and Assam, entered the sports hall and were immediately assaulted by flashing disco lights and dance music turned up to max.

The school's student council had organised a disco to celebrate the end of school term and the break up for the Christmas holidays. The sports hall had been converted into a dance hall, with the addition of a stage, some tables with food and drinks, some chairs to sit in and a pair of the type of loud speakers that one would normally find at a rock concert. The groups joined in with the dancing and socialising, enjoying change from class, tankery and other time consuming demands.

"Good evening St. Gloriana!" a voice announced happily over the loud speakers. Everyone turned towards the stage to see the head of the student council on stage with a microphone.

"It's time for the Karaoke contest! Volunteers come on up!" she announced. There was a cheer in response. Several members of the audience came forward, including James and Jay. They each turned in their songs of choice, which were all found on the internet for them to sing to. The contestants, of whom there were about a dozen or so, sang their songs to the audience with varying degrees of success before it came to Jay. James had a fairly good idea as to what was coming. Jay picked up the mic and nodded to the student council to start the music. The sound of an eclectic guitar filled the room and he began to sing;

"I'm coming out of my cage,
And I
've been doing just fine,
Gotta gotta be down,
Because I want it all.

It started out with a kiss,
How did it end up like this?
It was only a kiss,
It was only a kiss.

Now I

'm falling asleep,
And she's calling a cab,
While he's having a smoke,
And she's taking a drag.

Now they're going to bed,
And my stomach is sick,
And it's all in my head,
But she's touching his chest now,
He takes off her dress now,
Let me go...
And I just can't look its killing me
And taking control.

Jealousy, turning saints into the sea,
Swimming through sick lullabies,
Choking on your alibis,
But it's just the price I pay,
Destiny is calling me,
Open up my eager eyes,
'
Cause I'm Mr Brightside.

I'm coming out of my cage,

And I've been doing just fine,
Gotta gotta be down,
Because I want it all.

It started out with a kiss,
How did it end up like this?
It was only a kiss,
It was only a kiss.

Now I'm falling asleep,

And she's calling a cab,
While he's having a smoke,
And she's taking a drag,
Now they're going to bed,
And my stomach is sick,
And it's all in my head.
But she's touching his chest now,
He takes off her dress now,
Let me go...

Cause I just can't look its killing me,
And taking control,
Jealousy, turning saints into the sea,
Swimming through sick lullabies,
Choking on your alibis,
But it's just the price I pay,
Destiny is calling me,
Open up my eager eyes,
'
Cause I'm Mr Brightside.

I never...
I never...
I never...
I never..."

The song ended and the crowd erupted in applause. Although James frowned off stage. Sure Mr. Brightside was a good song, but was singing a song about a man at a party watching his girlfriend cheating on him to an audience that included his girlfriend really the best idea? Still James had his own things to worry about, because now it was his turn. He stepped onto the stage with his mic in hand.

"What do you think he'll sing?" pondered Darjeeling from the crowd.

"Probably some guitar military rock song." Replied Assam. This was the general expectation of everyone in the room but most were surprised however, when the instead of the expected guitar or rock, slow piano music wafted from the speakers. Slowly James began to sing;

"He called her on the road
From a lonely cold hotel room
Just to hear her say I love you one more time
But when he heard the sound
Of the kids laughing in the background
He had to wipe away a tear from his eye
A little voice came on the phone
Said "Daddy when you coming home?"
He said the first thing that came to his mind

I'm already there
Take a look around
I'm the sunshine in your hair
I'm the shadow on the ground
I'm the whisper in the wind
I'm your imaginary friend
And I know I'm in your prayers
Oh I'm already there

She got back on the phone
Said I really miss you darling
Don't worry about the kids they'll be alright
Wish I was in your arms
Lying right there beside you
But I know that I'll be in your dreams tonight
And I'll gently kiss your lips
Touch you with my fingertips
So turn out the light and close your eyes

I'm already there
Don't make a sound
I'm the beat in your heart
I'm the moonlight shining down
I'm the whisper in the wind
And I'll be there until the end
Can you feel the love that we share
Oh I'm already there

We may be a thousand miles apart
But I'll be with you wherever you are

I'm already there
Take a look around
I'm the sunshine in your hair
I'm the shadow on the ground
I'm the whisper in the wind
And I'll be there until the end
Can you feel the love that we share
Oh I'm already there
Oh I'm already
There…"

The piano music dulled and came to a close. The hall was silent, before the crowd erupted in applause, and many people, including Darjeeling, whipped away tears that his song had brought on. James just bowed and retreated from the stage, searching out Darjeeling from the crowd.

"Where did you learn that?" asked Darjeeling when he found her. James just smiled.

"What?" he said, "We have karaoke in Britain."


Yokohama outskirts
11:00

"Wow..." whistled James.

"I know." Said Darjeeling, smiling at her boyfriend's approval.

They were standing outside of a white perimeter wall of a large traditional Japanese house. Darjeeling opened the gate that sat in the middle of a curved arch and lead James inside. Inside of the wall was a neatly kept garden with a path leading to a house. It looked to James like a cross between a traditional Japanese, and a modern European or American house. Darjeeling lead James onto the porch where she removed her shoes and James did the same with his assault boots.

"Okāsan, watashi wa ie ni imasu." (Mother, I'm home) Darjeeling called out. James only understood fragments of Japanese, but he got the gist of it. James looked around the room.

The living room/ greeting area in which he stood was similar in style to the outside of the house. The living area was an open plan space with a large flatscreen attached to one of the walls with assorted sound systems and entertainment devices. In the middle of the room was a low Kotatsu style table and a few comfy looking sofa's positioned around it. A kitchen was through a doorway off to the side and at the far side of the room was a set of sliding doors to what James assumed was the back garden.

Appearing from a stairway that was adjacent to the kitchen, a middle aged woman who was the spitting image of Darjeeling. Darjeeling bowed to her and James followed suit, then the woman embraced Darjeeling in a motherly hug.

"It is good to see you again Aimi-chan." she said in Japanese, before casting a gaze of curiosity over James. "And who might this young man be?"

"Mother this is James Hunter. The Co-commander for the tankery team and my boyfriend." introduced Darjeeling in english. James bowed low to Darjeeling's mother.

"It is a pleasure to meet you Miyashita-sama." He said, "Thank you for having me." Darjeeling's mother bowed back,

"It is likewise a pleasure to meet you Hunter-kun." she said before she smiled. "It is not everyday our daughter brings home a man, let alone one so handsome."

"Mother..." Darjeeling groaned, causing her mother and Jason both to snicker. Darjeeling's mother turned to Darjeeling.

"Aimi, would you show Hunter-kun to the guest room. Your father will be home later this afternoon."

"Yes mother." said Darjeeling, motioning for James to follow. James picked up his duffel bag and followed Darjeeling towards the stairs. He couldn't help but notice the smile on her mother's face out of the corner of his eye. He followed Darjeeling up the stairs and down a corridor to the 3rd set of sliding doors along the corridor. The room was basically furnished with a single bed, wardrobe, bedside table with a lamp, and a chair. It was decorated with a few pieces of art work depicting landscapes and figures.

James smiled, it was perfect.

"I hope you'll be comfortable here." said Darjeeling, slightly worried that he wouldn't like it. James shook his head.

"It's perfect." he said. Darjeeling smiled and beckoned him to follow her. He exited the room and follow her. She lead him to a room across the hallway that overlooked the back of the house.

The room was more furnished than the guest room but still held the combination of western and Japanese style that the rest of the house had. The room was tidy and orderly, with a chest of draws and a desk with a computer in the corner. But the most prominent feature we're floor to ceiling bookshelves that dominated one of the walls, packed to the point of bursting.

"This is my room." she said leading him in. James smiled,

"I can tell." he said, "It's very you, especially the bookcase." James moved along the case. For the most part, the books were English romance novels and books that were considered classics by Dickens, Hemingway and Twain. As he perused the vast array of books, one caught his eye. Darjeeling cocked her head as Jason removed it from the shelf while he laughed.

"You've read 50 Shades of Grey?" he asked. She blushed slightly.

"Yes... " she said, "It wasn't terribly well written but..." She trailed off. Jason snickered quietly. He knew full well how influenced Darjeeling could be by books. He didn't want to know what outcome that book had produced.

"So..." began James, trying to change the subject, "shall we work on a strategy to beat Kuromorimine?"


Early evening found James and Darjeeling in the living room under the tokatsu, studying up on Kuromorimine's tank line up and possible ways to defeat it. Another issue they had to face, was the very environment they were fighting in.

It had been decided that the semi final match between St. Gloriana and Kuromorimine would take place in the northern forest tundra of Hokkaido in early January. As such, James and Darjeeling were discussing fitting wider tracks to their tanks and repainting them in winter forest camo patterns, as well as issuing cold weather gear to the crews and fitting the tanks with heating systems.

"We could install a bivvie into each of the Cromwells easily enough." Stated James. "The problem we'll have is moving in deep snow."

"The same could be said for Kuromorimine." Said Darjeeling, "If they field their heavier tanks, and its likely that they will. They will become more easily bogged down in the snow." James then had a brainwave.

"What if we got them to do it themselves?" he suggested. Darjeeling look confused so he explained.

"During winter of 1941/42, German tank crews would often have to start a fire under their tanks to get them to start. If we could somehow draw the engagement out, make them use most of their fuel, they'll have to cut their engines. We just wait for them to cool and freeze, then move in and attack while they're vulnerable."

"True." Said Darjeeling, "But Maho Nishizumi will know that weakness and find a way around it."

"Good point." Said James. "I guess we'll think of something."

At that moment the door slid open. The 2 teens looked over to see who it was and James froze for a moment. The man who came through the doorway was a huge, tank of a man. His skin was slightly tanned and barely covered the mass of muscle that James could make out. Despite being dressed in a formal business suit, James cold see this man was a samurai descended from old.

'So that's Darjeeling's father.' He thought. Darjeeling repositioned herself from under the tokatsu and bowed to her father.

"Welcome home father." She said, bowing to him. He smiled back at her.

"Thank you, Daughter." He said. He then turned to James, studying the newcomer with a critical eye.

"This is James Hunter. Tankery exchange student from Britian, Sergeant in the British Army Cadet Force, and also my boyfriend."

"It's a pleasure to meet your sir." Said James as he bowed to the man. "Thank you for taking me in over the Christmas holidays."

"It is likewise a pleasure to meet you Hunter- san," he said, bowing, if not quite as low to James. "It is the least I can do to repay you for saving my daughter."

"It was nothing more than my duty sir." Replied James, "Any other man in my crew would have done the same in my position."

Mr. Miyashita laughed before firmly placing a hand on James' shoulder. "As humble and polite as I was lead to believe! You a credit to whoever raised you Hunter-san!"

"Thank you sir."

Mr. Miyashita looked to Darjeeling, "Daughter, I must speak to your mother before making some business arrangements. Please see that Hunter-san is settled in and his needs seen to. I will be down for dinner."

"Yes Father." James and Darjeeling both bowed to the man as he walked off into the house. Once again alone, James and Darjeeling decided to take their studying upstairs so they could use his computer to get some more information on their next opponents.


A few hours later, James was hammering away on the keyboard of his computer, filling out a requisition form for a resupply of their cadet stores. In addition to their resupply order, at the bottom of the form he filled out one last section of items.

Personal items:

1x Smock, Combat windproof, MTP, PCS G1. Size 170/104

1x Complete English tea set (the ones we use for parent/ brass inspections)

1x Bottle of Scottish Whisky (NAFFI account SGT J Hunter270)

Shipment to:

St. Gloriana School ship Tankery Hanger

Priority order: FLASH

James confirmed and sent off the request form, closing it just as Darjeeling poked her head around the door to his room.

"Dinner will be ready soon." She said, "What was that on your computer?"

"Nothing." James said quickly. Darjeeling looked at him coyly.

"Really?" she said as she stepped inside and closed the door behind her. "It didn't look like nothing. What have you been looking at? Anyone I should be concerned about?"

"Now why would I do that, when I can look at you whenever I want?" He replied. She blushed slightly as he stood up and wrapped his arms around her, before they pressed their lips together. They held it for a moment, before they parted.

"So what were you looking at then?" she asked. James smirked

"Let's just say that your Christmas present, as well as something for the rest of your family, will within 2 hours be loaded onto an RAF C-17 Globemaster and flown out here with the rest of the Cadet re-supply order."

"You can do that?" asked Darjeeling, slightly surprised.

"For you? Anything." He was about to lean in and kiss her again when she put a finger on his lips to stop him.

"As much as I'd love to, I did say dinner was nearly ready." She said, "and I'd hate for mother to interrupt us."

"To be continued then?"

"Of course."

The 2 teens headed downstairs and helped lay the table and prepare for dinner. Mr. Miyashita soon joined them and the 4 settled down around the Tokatsu with an impressive spread of food in front of them.

"Before we begin." Said Mr. Miyashita, "I wish to propose a toast, to Hunter-san. Without who's brave actions, we may no longer have our wonderful daughter. Kanpai!"

"Kanpai!"

"Now then." Mrs. Miyashita said, "I didn't slave over this food for it to get cold! Let's eat!"

"Itadakimasu!"

James smiled as he dug into the large bowl of beef teriyaki in front of him. He was going to enjoy this Christmas.


Hi Guys... I'M BACK!

So I'm sorry for the absence recently... I've been busy.

I'm afraid to say I've decided to make this my last Girls und Panzer fanfic, BUT I will finish this story first.

If any of you have read my High School of the dead story, you can see why...

Anyway I have a favor to ask...

CAN SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME SOMEWHERE I CAN WATCH THE DAMN GUP MOVIE! ITS DRIVING ME NUTS NOT SEEING IT!

So yeah... not sure when the next chapter will be out...

Merry Christmas

J

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