Tuesday, April 29th, 2014.

So today I received my official reassignment from the US Navy.

Started off the day and nice 'n dandy. Woke up with Shigure cuddled up with me this time, and I honestly felt really guilty about it. Like, even though I know that Samidare and Shigure had already talked about this and that Samidare was completely fine with this, that part of me that really likes Samidare screamed at my other side that really likes Shigure that this wasn't how things were supposed to be, that I ought to stay faithful to Samidare, who'd been with me first. But eventually I smothered those complicated feelings by just hugging Shigure tight. It shouldn't matter, so long as I can make these girls happy. If they want to be with me, personally, I feel like I shouldn't deny them their wishes.

I'm going to be a bit graphic here...Shigure chose to sleep in her underwear with me last night. So when she woke up, it was like one of those eroge CG's or something, seeing Shigure in the morning sunlight bleeding through my window as she sat up yawning and rubbing her eyes. In my mind, I've always thought of Samidare as very cute; sexy but cute. There are just some girls who just scream cute with their looks, I'm sure you know what I'm talking about. Well, while Shigure is cute in her own right, she's more the beautiful type. Sexy and beautiful. That's the first thought when I looked up and saw her bra strap on her shoulder slipping off a bit. Now this feels like I'm writing erotica, and now I feel awkward.

The point is, maybe it's just my own mind formulating these archetypes, which I feel like I shouldn't be doing, or maybe it's just the simple fact that Samidare and Shigure just represent different spectrums of what I think beauty is. To me, Samidare is cute, and Shigure is beautiful. There's nothing wrong about either; it's just that they fit different tastes. Or, could it be that Shigure just has a bigger chest size than Samidare? Maybe that constitutes what my definition of "beauty" is; just the fact that Shigure has bigger boobs than her sister. And because I have a slight bias towards a good chest size...ugh. I don't want to devolve into a position where I'm juggling these factors of beauty and cuteness and everything to determine whom I like best. I like Samidare and Shigure both for their own reasons. I'll readily admit that I'm not sure if I like them equally, but I will assert that I can come up with reasons to like them both in any amount. And I'm not a picky guy, I'm just saying specifically as someone who's not picky about this kind of thing, it's starting to get a bit too much for my brain to handle. You do have to keep in mind that I went from never having a girlfriend and being a virgin to having two girlfriends (at the same time, mind you) and...well, not being a virgin, to be blunt.

I think I'll practice some calligraphy and write "CUTE AND BEAUTIFUL IS JUSTICE" and hang it up in my office, but probably only Samidare and Samidare would get it and make me take it down.

After breakfast, Shigure and Samidare both joined me in my office as I managed some menial paperwork, some last final reports to write for the JMSDF and the rest of the Japanese government. At the time, I hadn't gotten that official email from the US Navy informing me of my official discharge from the Platoon yet, so Shigure and Samidare kept me company during the morning, bringing me snacks like dango and manjuu with cold orange sherbet tea, which apparently is a thing. They helped me with some of the more difficult kanji that I sometimes still have trouble with remembering right away, which was a big help. Ooyodo sometimes dropped in to report on the status of some of our warehouses, and she eyed the two destroyers with a bit of confusion, so I explained to her that I'd brought them in to help me out with some of the more difficult kanji that I had to write for my report. Ooyodo simply offered her own assistance, which I thanked her for and told her that I would gladly take the next time I needed help.

I honestly don't know what Ooyodo's reaction would be if she found out that I was dating both Shigure and Samidare. Since I know she's most likely got feelings for me too, Ooyodo might actually flip out and beat my head in if she did find out. Here's to hoping I don't end up on a nice boat.

After I sent my reports, we had a good two hours before lunch, so I sat on the couch with some good ol' chillstep playing over my stereos with both destroyers, one on each side in a sandwich. When I first realized that I was being sandwiched by two of the most attractive girls on the planet, I wondered just what the hell's wrong with a world like this in which a guy like me would ever get the chance to be in a position like this. My own disbelief aside, the three of us talked and laughed about everything we'd done yesterday at Emerald Beach. Especially relevant was the topic of their swimsuits: Samidare went with a beach-blue cinderella-bust style swimsuit, the one with lots of cute frills and had the same tone of blue as her hair, while Shigure stayed more faithful to her own uniform by going with a simple two-piece with the exact same color scheme as her uniform and a pair of white short beach jeans, the kind that's only really ever meant to cover the bikini and the bikini only. I mean, I couldn't bear to choose: if I chose one over the other, the girl I didn't pick would give me a sad look that would make me feel really guilty, and even though I knew I was probably getting played, I went with it anyway and confessed that I couldn't pick a clear favorite.

And then Samidare asked,

"A-Admiral, between the two of us, whom did you prefer...i-in...in bed...?"

What the fuck, Samidare, that's the last question I'd ever expect someone like you to ask. Please, this is a T-rated journal, I don't want this turning into an H-manga.

Seriously speaking, however, there was no way I could answer that one, either! Like, I'm not a friggin' judge of these kinds of things! I would much rather prefer to just enjoy it rather than busy myself critiquing the ways in which we did it simply for the sake of comparison. I explained this to the two of them, for even Shigure became interested in hearing my opinion on the matter, but even though they assured me that they understood where I was coming from, they said that at the very least, I could give them an idea of what I thought of them. Apparently both Samidare and Shigure are much more grown-up than I thought they were. Maybe it's their appearance - they really only still look like they're in high school, but Samidare insisted that she would strive to do her best to make our relationship as fulfilling as possible. (Totally not suggestive at all, promise.)

So at their insistence, I went into a lot of detail. And by detail, I mean things that I won't go into in this journal because this isn't the place for it. The kind of things that would make BLLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP noises like those censorship bleeps on TV.

Shigure and Samidare didn't expect me to go that much into detail about our night battles together, so you can imagine their reactions when I did start going ham. Samidare mumbled that she immediately regretted asking me about that kind of stuff when she started hearing all those explicit things being told back to her after the fact with a fully red face, and Shigure wasn't any different.

Then Shigure dropped a bomb of her own when she asked:

"So then...between the two of us, if...we were to marry, whom...would you pick as your bride...?"

That was the final straw. I went full Yao Ming and laughed out loud, and then I blatantly refused to answer the question, stating that that kind of question was not only the most difficult question I'd ever have to answer in my life, but whichever answer I chose, I'd probably end up feeling really, really bad about it.

Samidare just giggled at my response. She said that my response was exactly what she'd expect me to say, so she hugged me and cuddled up close. Seeing this, Shigure did the same. I had my window open with the sea breeze rolling in, and it was another one of those perfect days for napping.

So we napped.

And then Yuudachi found us...along with Harusame.

And that's when shit got crazy.

For starters, Yuudachi dove right into me when she saw Shigure and Samidare napping with me, so I got woken up in one of the worst ways possible, by a destroyer going at full ramming speed right into my stomach, so I was obliged to give Yuudachi a thorough head rub. Seeing this, Shigure also wanted a thorough head rub of her own, since she and Yuudachi have their whole hair flap dealies going. Then Samidare and Harusame started feeling left out, so I had to cuddle up with the two of them as well. Goddamn first world problems.

Then lunch came. Lunch was when Yuudachi forced the information out of Shigure and Samidare that they were both in a relationship with me at the same time, so after lunch, she demanded that she also be allowed to be in a relationship with me, too, which would mean I would be triple-timing. Rest in pieces my nightlife. Luckily, to Yuudachi, her definition of a relationship apparently is only limited to giving her lots and lots and lots and lots of head rubs, which means that I all have to do to maintain our "relationship" is to pet her lots, which I can live with. I mean, who doesn't wanna pet a cute poi. So that's really what I spent my entire afternoon doing, just petting my cute little Poi.

Late afternoon was when I got my official email from the US Navy. I informed Seal Team Six about it first and foremost, since they said that they were gonna stay here at base with us until I received word from the Navy about my official return date. They advised me to reveal it to the fleet tomorrow at lunch so that I would have time to think of some kind of parting speech for my fleet, which I thought I already did, but I guess I'll have to just do it again, I suppose. But I did tell Samidare and Shigure about it first.

Basically, I've got to pack up my stuff and get ready to have Seal Team Six fly me back home by next Monday, meaning I have just less than a week to spend with my platoon before I leave them forever. By the way they worded their email, it really doesn't seem like I'll ever come back, or at least I highly doubt I'll have another chance to see these girls again. They didn't make any mention of what the fates of these girls would be, and I get the feeling that no matter what happens to my platoon, I probably won't ever know about it.

And then that's when they promised that they would come visit me in my bedroom together tonight. And I'm sitting here waiting for them to arrive.

I suppose it's time to make some more memories before I leave.