A/N: Well, I'm back for a bit at least. Done sailing until November now, however, I still have my tasking to Belgium in a few weeks, which I still know virtually nothing for! Hooray for the military intelligence system!

*Ahem* now that that's out of the way, I give you the newest chapter of this story! I'm quite...indifferent about this one, but the next chapter is gonna be a doozy, I promise that.

Why? Because it's finally time for Admiral x Yamashiro! Yes, that unlucky girl that everyone loves. It was suggested by TamariMizu, who I've been trading ideas with for the past few days on how to do this, as well as giving him some ideas for his work. He also posted quite the humorous review to this story the other day.

Now then, what you're all actually here for. Admiral x Yura. Please enjoy!

Halloween Hijinks

"Why are we doing this Admiral?" Nagato groaned, head down on her desk as her superior struck a pose next to her.

"Nagato, it's Halloween! We need to do something for this!" Andrew smiled, looking at his secretary.

The battleship had been mopey all day, and he couldn't figure out the cause of it.

Shrugging it off as just a bad day, he collected a few forms from his inbox, before going back into his office to deal with them.

"While I know she's not fond of social interactions, I would think that the mere thought of the destroyers in cute little costumes would make her excited." he thought, refilling his coffee cup from the pot that was in his office.

Mutsu had been kind enough to tell him about when 'Nagamon' comes out, so he was just waiting for the time when he was able to see that.

And record it.

That was some serious comedy gold, and if he could watch it whenever he needed a laugh, it would be worth it for all the beatings he would get if she ever found out about it.

Although, the opinions for a Halloween celebration had been positive from the entire base, with most being in favour of the celebration.

Though, and it was agreed, that most costumes had to be vetted by the Admiral.

He knew that most girls would be fine, but there were a few who might take the freedom to the limit.

Which was exactly what he told Iowa, though she complained about it all the way, her 'police officer' costume (if it could even be referred to as such) showed off more skin than her normal uniform.

"You're changing, and that's final. Or you get to be on duty during the party. Simple as that Iowa." he stated, doing his best to stop a flush from creeping up his neck as he kept his eyes trained on the battleship's face.

She pouted, and then sulked out, not before he called "And remember to come back for approval of your new costume!"

He wasn't opposed to anything a bit risqué or adventurous, but there were limits people!

Plenty of people had been approved with their costumes, and he even found it hilarious that Prinz Eugen was dressing up as Lenin while Gangut was going as Kaiser Wilhelm II.

Now that, was dedication right there.

However, not all was sunshine and rainbows for everyone on base.

"I still don't have a costume idea!" Yura thought, sitting on her bed and hugging a pillow to her chest.

So many people were ready and excited for tonight, but she was still at a loss as to what to dress up as.

Getting up, she opened her closet and looked once again at the same stuff she had been staring at for days.

Having been given a free pass from the Admiral, like most destroyers (minus Shimakaze, for obvious reasons), she wasn't required to show him her costume to approve.

He trusted her enough to not wear something crazy, and not many light cruisers got a pass.

That is, if she could even find anything to wear for the night.

Groaning as she looking through the multitude of clothes, she noticed a black outfit that she hadn't seen in her previous diggings.

Pulling it out and hanging it on the door, the light cruiser examined it, a smile blooming on her face.

"Yeah, that's perfect! This'll do the job nicely. And maybe be enough to have the Admiral finally notice me." she sighed dreamily, a faint red hue appearing on her cheeks.

With those thoughts firmly entrenched in her mind, she set out to gather some last-minute supplies for her costume.

Walking around with a smile on his face, hands clasped behind his back, Andrew looked at the crowded hall, a plethora of costumed individuals in front of him, with more arriving each minute.

Adjusting his fedora hat and leather jacket, he looked like he just stepped off one of the Indiana Jones movie sets, all he was missing was the giant boulder.

Grinning at the girls who caught his eye, he snapped a quick candid picture of Nagato snuggling Inazuma, who was dressed up like a cat, much like her sisters.

He was also present for the arrival of Kongou, who was sporting a rather startlingly accurate Admirals uniform, not unlike his.

He'd need to check if one was missing when he got home later that evening.

Shimakaze had taken it upon herself to dress like a formula one race car driver, which surprised him somewhat (mostly because it wasn't as lewd as he thoughts she would dress), but he conceded that it was fast, which made her happy.

Though he was only just able to convince her to stop sprinting around and running into the other people who were there for the evening.

Leaning against the wall, content with watching his girls dancing out on the floor, blowing off steam and having a good time.

It had been…difficult these past few weeks, with more and more Abyssals coming out of the woodwork, they were busier than ever, and while he tried his best to command the battles, injuries still happened.

More and more girls were coming back wounded, and those wounds were taking longer and longer to heal in the baths.

He was having Akashi look into improvements on their repair techniques to see if they could at least reduce the turn around time by a little bit.

That was part of the reason they were having this party, to let everyone relax, and to show them how much he appreciated what they were doing.

Heading up onto the stage and waiting for the band to finish their set, which they did with a flourish, and to the thunderous applause of many ships and their dates for the evening.

"Alright folks, we're gonna take a five-minute break here, have a few drinks and we'll be back. It looks like your boss wants to talk to you all anyways." the lead singer said, before passing the microphone off to Andrew.

"Good evening everyone, and Happy Halloween. You all having a good time?"

The resounding cheers nearly sent him sprawling off the stage.

"Great! I just wanted to take a quick minute, and say you all deserve this party. Working as hard as you do, I think I know better than anyone that you girls hardly get a chance to actually let your hair down every once in awhile, so this is my way of saying thanks for all your hard work and dedication."

Raising a glass to them, he took a drink and continued.

"Now that the official business is out of the way, let's get some drinks into us and have fun!"

The cheers multiplied tenfold as he put the microphone back and hopped off the stage onto the 'dancefloor' which was filled with girls and their dates, mostly the guys from the JMSDF who ran security for the base, as well as the repair teams and the people who took care of the grounds of the base, ensuring everything looked prim and proper.

Someone put a beer in his hand, and, glancing at the label, he approved of it.

Taking a swig, he continued to shuffle through the crowd, until someone called his attention.

"Oh, good evening Admiral."

Looking over, he found Yura looking up at him slightly, a small smile on her face.

"Hello Yura. Enjoying yourself?" Andrew asked with a smile, making small talk with the light cruiser.

"I am. I also like your costume Admiral…whatever you may be." she replied, toeing the ground lightly with her boot.

This brought forth a chuckle from her superior.

"I'm Indiana Jones. He's a character in a movie who's an archeologist as well as a university professor. In the first movie, he needs to recover the Ark of the Covenant from the Nazi forces. It's a rather good series, minus the last movie.

"Ah! I apologize for getting off track Yura. I sometimes ramble on like that. Your costume is very nice as well. Exceptionally cute."

Rubbing the back of his head slightly, his grin widened when he saw Yura blush faintly and look down.

The light cruiser was dressed as a witch.

Black boots, purple and orange striped stockings, a simple black dress with a cloak, the pointed black hat, and a broom in one hand, while a wand was tucked into the belt around the dress.

"Thank you, Admiral. It was difficult trying to figure out what to dress up as."

"Well, I think you nailed it one hundred percent." he praised, finishing off his beer just as the band struck up once again.

Noticing Yura bobbing her head and tapping her foot to the beat, he couldn't help but smile smugly.

"Would you like to dance?"

"Ehhhh?" was the response he got, and it took everything just to keep the chuckles inside.

Yura appeared to be somewhat shell shocked that she had just been asked to dance, though internally, she was screaming.

"Oh my god! The Admiral just asked me to dance! Don't just stand there! SAY YES!"

"Uh…s-sure….Admiral...I-I'd love to-o dance~" she replied, taking his outstretched hand.

Mentally berating herself at her stuttering, she allowed herself to be led to a slightly less crowded part of the floor, just as the music slowed down.

Twirling her in place, he chuckled lightly at the blush painting her cheeks, and he couldn't help but tease her a little more.

"I know I said you looked lovely, but that word doesn't do you justice. No, you look absolutely divine Yura."

Her flush deepened, covering her entire face now, as they slowly swayed back and forth in time with the music.

Her broom abandoned, she put her hands on his chest, looking up slightly, before leaning her head on his chest, her hat making the task slightly more difficult.

Smiling softly, Andrew let himself play with the cruiser's hair, idly twirling loose strands that had made their way out of her exceptionally long ponytail.

"Admiral?"

"Hm? What's up Yura?" Andrew asked, leaning his head back slightly to look down at his companion for the night, who still had her head against his chest, but it didn't take a genius to figure out that she was as red as a firetruck.

"I like this. Being here with you. It's nice. It makes me feel…safe."

For a moment, he didn't say anything, his surprise at her words actually rendering him speechless.

When he recovered his voice, his arms tightened around her, holding her close.

"I do too Yura. Being here with you is comforting. Hopefully we can do this again." he mused, as they continued to dance.

By the end of the night, the band had packed up and the cleaners were at work, clearing away the party supplies, but in the middle of the floor, one couple was still dancing to their own tune.

"I'm glad she's happy." Kinu whispered, looking through the doors at the Admiral and her sister, still gently swaying together.

"Me too sis. Me too." Abukuma replied, closing the door and walking off "C'mon, let's give the lovebirds some privacy."

Fin