Mutiny

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When Shiho first laid eyes on her new captain, noticing the six inch gash across his face and the most furious scowl she has ever seen, she was perfectly sure the boy would be a short fused one. That, and of course, enough rumors among the elites about Yzak Jule getting white hair because he basically snapped at everything in sight and chewed everything out of his opponent, not leaving even a tiny amount of honor behind.

The first (and only) commandment in Shiho's Jule Squad rule book was: Thou shalt never, ever make Yzak Jule angry, unless thou want a one way ticket to Hell.

But of course, rules were made to be violated and for Shiho, a half-assed attempt was worse than none. It happened one sunny Monday morning over breakfast, not long after the signing of the Peace Treaty, when nobody could expect a commotion out of nowhere.

"Captain, why are you still keeping that scar?"

The look Yzak gave her implied that by asking the question, Shiho had given him a slap hard enough to crush a mobile suit. "It's none of your business!"

If only she was less stubborn than this, she'd have grown up differently. Sadly, she wasn't. "Okay...I just never think of you as someone who likes chicks that dig scars."

Shiho could have sworn that Yzak started breathing fire in the midway of her sentence.

"That got nothing to do with you, Hahnenfuss!" He got up abruptly from his seat, smacking his thighs to the table. "Captain Krueze wears a mask all the time and we never complain!"

The comment that Raww Le Krueze was a demented war criminal was at the tip of her tongue, but Shiho decided to stare back at her fuming captain with her own calm demeanor. And she was pretty sure if looks could kill, she would be dead a hundred times already.

"Dammit!" Yzak slammed his napkin and stormed out of the dining quarters, yelling at a couple of cadets shivering at him. "The hell are you staring at? I'm getting rid of it!"

Leaning back to her chair, Shiho sighed and motioned Dearka Elthman to come closer once Yzak was out of sight. "I believe you owe me fifty bucks, Dearka."

The tanned boy shrugged helplessly, and started digging into his uniform's pocket. "You really know how to push his buttons. I've been failing to convince him to remove that scar for months, and yet you succeeded in just one day."

"Naah, that's easy," Shiho mumbled, counting the bills she just received from Elthman. "I just don't dig scars."