Kuri: My second fic in the list. This time, it's about the possibility of Kuri being reborn as Dancing Ripple, Seneca (my fan-made card) when she lives with Genovious. I just can't resist.

Disclaimer: I don not own CFV. Only my OC.

I would always love you since you were human, and now, your dance was always the most beautiful sight in my eyes.

My mission as the leader of the Ripple brigade was to keep my comrades safe, though battle was indeed important in our defense to protect our territory from invaders. Though I wouldn't be as ruthless as the others, I would still show my true strength, more so with the other members of my brigade who believed in me as much as I have faith in them. You were one of us now, and I was glad to have included you in my army.

It's true that you had potential to be part of the other groups, more so if you would be recruited to be part of the Blue Storm fleet, or even in Thavas' contingent. But still, you chose to stay with me, because your devotion towards me was unwavering, even if you were now an aquaroid.

I always watched over you, your body moving in sync with the waves as the blades of your wristbands and the sound of your shoes echoed on the battle field. If I would compare you to the dragon dancers of the Dragon Empire, or even the Bermuda Triangle mermaids, I could, but you were just so flawless. It was the result of the arduous training that you have endured, the necessity to become a soldier of the navy. You have bore the scars, as well as the constant scolding of Miltiadis [though it's mainly because of the fact that he hasn't seen the true nature of your battle style yet], and you have been reborn, though still bearing the soul of the one whom I loved so dearly all those years.

All of my comrades were important, but you were the apple of my eye, and to me, like all the others, you would always be the best.

Once again, I had the time to check on you on your training to perfect your battle style. Earlier, my aide-de-camp had asked you to assist in cooking with Kitchen Sailor (since he wanted to make sure that you would become a good housewife, for he already knew about my relationship with you), and with the next part of the schedule being set back to training, I finished my report as soon as possible for less worries.

The scent of vanilla and strawberries wafted near my nose as I approached you, moving as usual like a graceful swan. Though still, you had a few cuts and bruises from your attempt to try a new number to your already complex tango. I couldn't blame you for that, since everyone else in my brigade was working hard as well. When you decided to take a short break, that's when I surprised you from behind by covering your eyes with my hands.

"Guess who?" I questioned, my hushed tone close to your ear.

You simply giggled. "Geno-kun, I knew you're giving me the special treatment, again." That had always been the nickname you've given me, and I always adored that. I allowed you to do that as long as we're having privacy.

My hands descended from your face to your waist, holding you close from behind as I pecked your lips gently. "I just couldn't stop thinking about you, Kuri-chan." You may have been christened as Seneca on your rebirth, but you were once known as Kurisuchin Saiyuki during your human days, the girl who would always draw and write stories, and even have me as the main star of your deck. You even bore the resemblance of my first love, long before I became the leader of the Ripple brigade, but I knew you were different from her, that you would never completely replace her. Nonetheless, you have helped me move on from her demise so that my heart would be open to you.

"So, are you done with your report, Captain?" you asked, nuzzling your nose close to my cheek.

I nodded. "There will be a meeting later before lunch, then we could eat together with the other members."

"Really? Or are you just making that up while reserving the whole space for the two of us?"

"Our special time alone would wait any longer. Vice-admiral wouldn't be happy about that. Plus, you would be expecting more scolding from Miltiadis."

You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. "He always thinks that I'm just clowning around just because he refuses to see the true nature of my battle waltz. It's not every day that Aqua Force has that, almost the same treatment as Lynpia's darts because of the cost to make these things. He still thinks that I'm a Bermuda Triangle reject even if I have the similar singing voice as the Battle Sirens and even Wavehunt Sailor."

"Well, you and Miltiadis have a tiny fraction of mermaid's DNA in your bodies, so it wouldn't be surprising if you both possess something similar to the idols. While he ends up with the androgynous emergence, your voice is the solid proof of inheritance. He just needs to get used to that."

You simply sighed. "I guess you're right."

I let go of you, simply because of the preparation of the meeting. "Keep working hard, ok?"

Your smile was dazzling as our eyes linked towards each other. "You too, Captain."

And I savored the taste of your lips in a chaste kiss before walking away.

Once again, I saw that dance, but this time, it was in front of me. Your eyes were shimmering with energy, your well-endowed form synchronizing with the conjuring ripples as if there was music. When you were done, you tipped in a graceful bow, as if you were glad to cater to the guest.

Except that the guest was me, and I have the privilege to see the show.

"What do you think, Captain? Do you like my dance?"

I just simply pulled you closer to my body, lips melding in a passionate kiss.

"Beautiful as always, my dearest Seneca, the princess of the dancing ripples."