You killed us...
You murdered us...
You ignored their threat...
You never cared for us...
We were only your pawns...
You cared only for winning...
You...
Miho awoke with a scream and flashed upright, tossing off anything on her blanket and all, eyes filled with panic as she sat down for a few minutes to calm down.
Damn.
Looking down at her sweaty nightclothes, she sighed. After she had showered and changed her sheets and blankets, she went around the apartment with her rifle in hand, underslung light shining the way for her. After satisfying herself with three rounds, she warmed herself some milk to drink, and returned to bed. The depth of her exhaustion, coupled with the lateness of the hour (midnight) quickly sent her to dreamland.
But not in peace.
...
"Excuse me? Do you have a minute?"
Miho looked up from her park bench, her hand instinctively moving towards the weapon she had holstered in her right pocket, while her left moved into a defensive stance. Looking up, the duo she saw she recognized as her schoolmates, one with flowing black hair, another with orange. Relaxing her guard but not quite, she nodded.
"So what?"
The orange one seemed taken aback by her curt response. Luckily the black one came to her rescue.
"Saori-san wants you to head out with us," she said.
"I'm Isuzu Hana."
Miho nodded.
"So, where, exactly?"
Hana motioned towards the town.
"That," Miho said with a cold tone.
"Yes."
But one thing was, Miho was always wary of new friends. Most were kind off... well. But once they realized that she wasn't going to let relationships affect her judgment, most turned on a CIWS mount and left her. They could've even been sent by that organization to murder her. She wasn't taking any chances.
Anyways.
Sticking her hand out, she stood straight.
"I'm Miho."
...
In her entire life, both at home and at Oarai, Saori had never met anyone as Miho. Miho was strange. And not normally strange. But there was something off about her. Not normally. But she was strange. Her pockets bulged in a strange manner, and as she stood up, Saori caught notice of a two pistols, holstered in there. Another thing to note is that she kept her hand close to it the whole damn time.
Strange, she thought.
Her reaction towards strangers was also, well... she was always on her guard. As Saori walked around town, Miho scanned the area with her eyes, eyes full of suspicion as if she expected something to come out at any moment and kill them all.
Unusual for someone like that.
As they walked together, Hana noticed the same thing.
"Um... hey, are those guns?" she asked, rather timidly.
"Yes," Miho responded curtly.
"What for?"
"Um, we're just wondering," Hana said.
"Why would you bring those around?"
"Yeah, why? Can it be directly related to your being a transfer student?"
Saori piped in.
Miho stared at them both.
Did they actually know who I was? Or are they faking it?
She weighed her options.
If they never knew who she was, then she could tell. But likely they were not. She had only met them a short time ago and her relationship towards them could hardly even be considered an acquaintance.
They could've even be sent by them for all I know.
She sighed. But there was something about them that made her classmates different from the ones after her.
They seem... like someone genuinely concerned.
"You should know, that there are some bad people out there," she began.
"Yes?," the two girls said in unison.
"And some of them want me dead, and they'll keep coming until after I'm dead, and they'll get at anyone who's my friend, so they can keep operating in secrecy." she said.
"So keep away from me. Bad things happen when the opposite happens."
And with that, Miho turned round and walked back towards her apartment, leaving her two confused classmates behind her.
—
Shiro walked down the street that was a few blocks away from her apartment. As she walked, to the naked eye she provided the illusion of looking like a carefree girl on her way home from school, but again, closer looks say differently. Her two M6D sidearms lay in their holsters, ready to be drawn at a moment's notice.
As she rounded the final corner, and removed her key, she removed the pistol in her other hand. Opening the door, she aimed the cocked weapon inside, expecting something to rush out at any moment—
"Excuse me, but do you have a moment?"
Shiro tossed backwards and literally took all of her self-control to not pull the trigger on whoever was behind. In front of her, stood a girl with jaw-length dark gray hair with a pair of steel gray eyes—or rather, eye (her right one was covered by an eyepatch). A white hairband can be seen embedded in her hairstyle. Unlike Shiro, her two sidearms lay in exposed holsters, as if she was clearly threatening anyone who would dare come close.
"What?" Shiro said curtly, part out of sheer surprise and part out of her usal wariness.
"My name is Makoto Fusae," came the reply.
"I'm your roommate."
Shiro nodded. When she came to Kawasaki from Osaka (and to a lesser extent, Iribaki, Chicago, New York, Sacramento), she had been notified that she had someone to go halves with, at least, but she didn't know that one's name, only that because of personal issues she was going in first, and her roommate would be in later.
Anyways.
"So, come in," Shiro said.
Makoto nodded, before taking her suitcase and walked in.
"Anyways, something's off with you," she said in Mandarin.
Shiro eyed her constantly.
So she's not one of them. But maybe she is.
She kept her hand close to her sidearms the whole time.
Anyways. Just wait. She seems to me like a typical CIA agent.
A/N:
So Shiro and Miho is now revealed to have someone hot on their trails (literally an entire army), and Shiro's got a roommate, who's like kind of mysterious and strange. So who is she? Stay tuned!