Chapter 02: Would You?
Ever since last week, Noriko had been unable to get Jung out of her head.
They hadn't spoken much, having been too busy. Noriko herself was in the launching bay, having been inducting the new Top pilots—or had attempted. She had been aloof all day; something which took her back to her days in Japan. Standing before a work table, she stared at the new Sizzler model blueprints. Due to the Buster Machine, Exelion received a large batch of these Sizzler units. Only time—through space-time distortion and all—would tell when the parts arrive. A palm touched along her shoulder, causing Noriko to scream out.
"You okay there?" Jung raised her hand, taking a mildly startled step backwards. Noriko was quick to spin around, clearly disgruntled and embarrassed. Ha, cute. She was even blushing!
"J-Jung! Don't do that!" Where on Earth had Jung come from?! There was no one in the launch bay last she looked! Was Jung really that inconspicuous, or had she lost track of her surroundings? Sighing, Noriko held onto her arm, turning away to refocus upon the blueprints. This feeling wasn't budging. Her heart raced and her insides felt like they were being squeezed. What is this? "I'm fine, I'm just—" Another sigh broke from her.
Not invading Noriko's personal space, Jung merely stared at her. She had heard from others that Noriko wasn't herself. Gaze half-lidding, her eyes scoped along the Japanese pilot's body. Who had decided that the female pilots wear leotards? Clearly a perverted executive. Though, she wasn't about to complain.
"What you said before. I can't stop thinking about it." That had been the first time somebody had comforted Noriko like that. Not even Kazumi had. Maybe she's getting worked up? Her heart said as much.
"So, would you have her?" Jung suddenly asked, halting by Noriko's side and resting her hip against the table. She carefully continued watching her, awaiting any signs of reaction.
"What?"
"Would you have Anamo?"
What's she getting at? Noriko stared at her. "What are you…?"
Jung sighed, turning so her rear pressed against the table instead. "Do I have to spell it out for you?" She shrugged, before lighting prodding Noriko's chest who peered down at it. "Would you fuck Anamo?"
"W-what?!"
"Don't lie." Jung smiled viciously at the pilot's distress. "Because I would've."