Blazepanzer here! This chapter was supposed to be uploaded on the fifteenth of August, but my computer files got a bit corrupted, so yeah. Thankfully I had a back up, with most of the chapter completed, but it took me a while to finish it as I hot busy around that time.
With all that said, enjoy! Note, Blazepanzer does not own Girls und Panzer!
Hanoashi felt a dim light turn on, and her eyes opened. A small buzzing caused her to jolt, winching as she felt her arm jolt due to the lock holding her down. A moment later a click, and she found that she was free from the cot.
Rising up, the first thing she did was run to the toilet and sit down, forcing herself to pee despite the fact that the guards could see her. Thankfully, the guards were all girls, but even so it was a tad embarrassing for her. And you used to piss in the wild! She chided herself, as she finished her little restroom session, quietly truing around and giving herself a drink from the fountain before she brushed her teach.
"When you're done, please sit on the bed so that I can brush your hair for you," a guard called out.
Hanoashi nodded, sitting on the bed, surprised as she was cuffed first before the guard began to brush her hair.
"How was your first night?" the guard asked.
"Well enough for prison, kinda scary being locked into the bed like that though," Hanoashi noted.
"Well, this is essentially maximum security, and at the very least you only have to endure it for two months provided you behave." the guard noted as she finished. "Right, I'll take you to your daycell now," the guard nodded, grasping her gently by the arm.
Not bothering to protest, Hanoashi allowed the guard to guide her, frowning as she saw the chain on the desk. "Keeps you from fighting with your partner or hurting yourself," the guard noted as she undid her cuffs, only to latch her to the chain on the table.
"I understand," Hanoashi mused. "What is this by the way?" she asked, gazing at the table with it's various buttons.
"I'll let your cellmate explain," the guard noted before exiting.
Cellmate? I hope she and I get along... Hanoashi mused, however, her eyes widening as she saw a rather tall brunet cuffed and brought into the cell. Rikona... Hanoashi thought, speechless. Why is she here... she gazed downward, not wanting to see her cousin in handcuffs even though she had seen her in many forms of self-bondage before.
"Is it true?" Rikona whispered.
"Wha..." Hanoashi stammered, shocked at the judging look her cousin was giving her.
"Your assault on officer Brewster...was it true?" Rikona whispered harshly.
Hanoashi just glanced down briefly. "He...tackled me to the ground with no warning...I had no idea that I was being arrested, at the time I was afraid that I was being assaulted, kidnapped...perhaps raped."
"Then you shouldn't be here," Rikona sighed. "I'm...just glad you're safe," she added, her voice shaking. "When I heard that you had been on the run and arrested...I...I assumed the worst."
"Not my finest moment," Hanoashi muttered. "But...why are you here? People keep tiptoeing around what happened to the family..."
"You know how us Matsumino had all that money?" Rikona asked.
Hanoashi let out a small nod, beginning to suspect the problem. "It was ill gotten, wasn't it?"
"Yes!" Rikona hissed, barely stopping herself from slamming her hand on the table. "Those lying bastards we called our parents scammed and schemed their way up to the top, all the while pretending to be the oh so helpful rich family who just wanted to be a benefit to society! Makes me sick to even be associated with one. And Shelia? She's all like...I tried to be good to you and Hanoashi, you mean you can't forgive me, your own mother! Like Maus damn, I'm not going to forgive the parent who got me arrested for accessory to fraud!"
"That's what they got you on?" Hanoashi gasped, her eyes widening in shock.
Rikona gazed downward. "Yeah..."
"But you didn't know, did you?" Hanoashi challenged. "Just like how I didn't know officer Brewster was trying to arrest me?"
"I...didn't know," Rikona began, sighing. "Even so, I made a lot of purchases over the years with the fraudulent founds mo..." She paused, making a gagging noise.
"Are you alright?" Hanoashi gasped, her eyes growing wide again in concern.
"I'm...I'm fine," Rikona gasped. "It's just thinking about...her...makes me want to puke..."
At that time two officers came in, placing a plate with some cake, a bowl of carrots, and a glass of water in front of the two, before leaving.
"Cal-cake, has twelve hundred calories, and little sugar, so you don't have to worry about it," Rikona explained. "Tastes like dung though, so you always want to eat it first."
"I see..." Hanoashi tore off a peace of the cake, which had the consistency of a very soft, chewy cracker so to speak. Taking the first bite, she frowned at the doughy, ever so slightly bitter yet bland taste. "At least they are feeding us," she noted, quietly finishing the cake before the carrots, drinking the juice ever so thankfully as it washed away the awful aftertaste of the cal-cake.
"I see you didn't have to be told to drink the juice," Rikona chuckled.
"Well, the juvenile prison I went to forced us to do the same, so I guess it comes natural to me now," Hanoashi shrugged.
"How long were you there anyways?" Rikona asked.
"Few weeks," Hanoashi sighed.
"Bad memories?" Rikona guessed.
"It was alright when I got used to it, but...they kinda forced me to room with Miho for a day or so. Man...I'm so disappointed in her!"
"Are...you disappointed in me?" Rikona whispered.
"What, Maus no Rikona!" Hanoashi gasped. "It's not your fault what happened!"
Rikona let out a small sigh in response. "You'd be the second...Antony being the first."
"You...you mean to tell me that you're actually married to him?" Hanoashi gasped.
"Sadly, yes, he's the one who offered to help get us Matsumino this deal, and in exchange I agreed to marry him. He's...difficult to deal with in some ways, but he does have a kind heart deep down."
"Still for him to ask you to marry him in exchange for the family acquiring some mercy..." Hanoashi trailed off. "He...wanted to know if I was okay with his marriage to you."
"Well...are you?" Rikona asked.
"Not particularly, what with his manipulative personality and you being forced into it." Hanoashi muttered.
"He's not in so much manipulative more than he has a way of sounding that way, between his voice being the way it is and his choice of words. Plus, he has a good way of pissing me off, but also...his touch is quite comforting. He cares about me, even if he does tease me a bit too harshly from time to time." Rikona let out a small sigh. "I kinda have a love-hate relationship with him," she admitted.
"What is it about him that you like?" Hanoashi asked, tipping her hand in confusion.
"Well...he's surprisingly comforting when he's not spouting off nonsense," Rikona began. "Plus, he took a really big risk in trying to help me and my siblings out of the bind we found ourselves in, my hand in marriage is actually a rather small price in comparison."
"So, how many girls got the deal?" Hanoashi asked.
"About sixteen of us are serving five year sentences in the bad company squadrons," Rikona sighed. "Those under thirteen are placed in orphanages with the stipulation that they only be adopted by poorer families, and those over twenty where sent to prison. The boys...well...they had to agreed to join the JSDF for twelve years, since they're not a male bad company program, or co-ed one for that manner. Also, if we're married then we're forced to take to last name of the one we married. In the meantime we must also take on the name of the family our Matsumino parent married into."
"So in other words, the Matsumino are officially destroyed, right?" Hanoashi gasped.
"More or less...the older members are serving multi-decade prison sentences to life, so it's unlikely that the family will be rebuilt with these terms. Still...I'd rather not see it rebuilt, much less be a part of it."
"Will Nova be alright?" Hanoashi asked.
"Between Yu dying as a hero and abandoning any chance of an inheritance not to mention her insistence on taking on the Katoni name, yes, he'll be fine. Antony made sure that you and him would receive an exception, as well as making sure you got to go here rather than prison." Rikona paused, before letting out a small chuckle. "He also got Ami Chono to squeal out everything, including the fact that she tried to frame you. You should have seen how hard he flustered her, it was the most funny thing I've seen in a long time."
"I...guess I'll have to thank him," Hanoashi whispered. "Are...other Matsumino in the 444th? I'd kinda like for you to introduce me to them if that's okay."
"I'd love to...but...the two who are here aren't exactly on speaking terms yet. Neither of us are sure if we're still in shock over what happened or if we actually have animosity towed each other, but...maybe if I introduced you we might actually be able to speak to each other...in fact...it's about time for PE.
"PE?" Hanoashi asked, as the doors open again.
"We get about twelve minutes to eat, thirty minutes to talk, and then PE. Keeps our muscles up. Don't get too excited though, it's not much."
"I see, Hanoashi glanced at the two girls as they undid their chains and indicated for the two to place their hands behind their back. Obeying, Hanoashi had to stifle a sigh as her hands were cuffed behind her back. Doing this everyday is going to royally suck! She sighed.
Walking to the locker, her cuffs were undid so she could change into the swimsuit onepeice. It's was light blue swapping at the midriff to a greenish-turquoise color, closely matching the quote on quote school uniform. Or at least the uniform she'd be wearing when in the tank.
Quickly cuffed again, Hanoashi blushed in embarrassment over the idea of being hauled in handcuffed while wearing a swimsuit. Sure, the prison uniform was embarrassing, but for some reason this made her feel even more exposed.
Arriving in the quote on quote PE room, Hanoashoi couldn't help but let out a gasp at how small it was.
"You know the drill girls, one hundred sit-ups, one hundred push-ups, a hundred jumping jacks, a hundred squats, a hundred stretches standing up, and a hundred stretches sitting down!"
"That's the routine?" Hanoashi whispered quietly as her cuffs were undone.
"Better get started," Rikona nodded. "We'll do the sit-ups first."
"Right, you want to go first?" Hanoashi nodded.
"Very well," Rikona smiled, getting into position.
As Hanoashi knelt down and grasped Rikona's feet, she felt a memory flood into her memory.
"I've never done this with a girl before," Yukaro confessed as he got into position.
"What, you sissified or something?" Hanoashi challenged.
"Not really," Yukaro nodded.
Grasping his feet sternly yet making sure she didn't hurt him, she let out a small smile. "Thanks for becoming my friend Yukaro...I've been meaning to ask for a while...but..."
"Yeah...I was actually about to ask you to be honest," Yukaro smiled as he began.
"How many you going to try for?" she asked.
"I'm thinking sixty. You?" Yukaro asked.
"Tw...twenty-five, but since you're going for sixty I might try for as many as I can handle." Hanoashi blushed.
"Twenty-five's not bad," Yukaro smiled.
"Still...we're both going to be on the Sensado team, so we have to have the strength to do our respective jobs. You're probably be alright with the loading given how strong you already are...but me...I'm not quite up to strength for driving a tank," Hanoashi let out a small sigh.
"You're going to make an excellent driver Blaze," Yukaro smiled, though using her nickname was a bit of a tease.
"I hope so..." Hanoashi smiled in return. Normally I hate it when people call me that, but when he does it...I can't really help but feel pleased by it. Embarrassed, but pleased. Take things slow, you just want to be friends with him, right...you're not just trying to get him wrapped around your finger...right?
But deep down she knew the truth, that he had her wrapped around his finger so to speak, even if he didn't know it. And as for herself...right now she wouldn't have it any other way.
"Okay cousin, your turn," Rikona smiled.
Waking up from her memory, Hanoashi nodded and swapped positions with her. As Rikona grasped her feet, she let out a small sigh as the memory returned.
"Grasp my feet firmly Yukaro," Hanoashi huffed, realizing that he wasn't holding her feet down good enough.
"But I don't want to hurt you," Yukaro whispered.
"Seriously dude, you're not going to hurt my feet by holding them down firmly," Hanoashi hissed, before blushing slightly. Even holding my feet like this feels nice...I...I hope that someday we'll be able to hold hands, but...not until he's ready for that. Besides, I'm not too sure I'm ready for that just yet...
Letting out a small smile as she felt her feet pulled down properly, she began. "one...two...three...four...twenty-nine...thirty...thirty...one...thirty...tw...two...thir...thrit..." she collapsed, huffing a bit as she caught her breath, slightly disappointing that Yukaro had already let go, but giving him a slight smile as he rushed over to her side. "I...I'm alright..." she huffed.
"Seems so long ago and just like yesterday..." Hanoashu mused. "Eighty-nine..."
"What does?" Rikona asked, gazing at her quizzically.
"The day Yukaro and I became friends, we held each other's feet down during pushups," Hanoashi smiled. "A hundred!" she added as she finished. "Now what?" She asked.
"The rest we can kinda do on our own, but going back to you and Yukaro..." Rikona smirked.
"Oh yeah, he was in the search party who found me and Kelly..." She blushed sightly. "Says he want's to marry me once I get out."
"Congratulations!" Rikona smiled. "I'm glad it's him, there's not to many people I'd trust with my precious cousin. Speaking of which...this Taeko Katoni..."
"Ah yes, Nova married her, got permission for an early marriage due to her family disowning her for being involved in the whole Maus collapses incident."
"From the arrest reports I've read she tried to warn them that Miho's plan was dangerous, but her crew wouldn't listen, right?" Rikona asked.
Hanoashi let out a quiet nod. "Yes, that's right, I actually worked with her rebuilding computers back in juvenile. She's a good kid, really nice."
"Guess I don't have to worry about her then. Is she by chance the same Taeko he dated back in America?"
"The very same!" Hanoashi smiled.
The rest of the exercises did not take very long to finish. "Come on, they give us a half hour to commune with each other before sending us to the showers and then back to our cells. In the mean time I'll introduce you to Fusae and Asuga," Rikona walked over to two girls, Hanoashi following.
"Rikona...I'm sorry bout the whole..." the light brown, almost blond haired girl began, clearly surprised to see her approach, but pausing when she saw the ginger girl next to her.
"No no, no need for you two to worry about my marriage with Antony, he's really not that bad," Rikona rose her hands up defensively.
I get the feeling that you're not exactly happy with it though...so these are Fusae and Asuga? Hanoashi mused.
"Still, you only had to do it so that we could have a second chance at life," The darker brunet girl sighed.
"No no, it's alright, really," Rikona chuckled nervously.
Liar! Hanoashi hissed quietly, growing more and more angry over the fact that her cousin had to marry that jerk. You can clam he's alright all you want, but I can tell you hate the idea. Not to mention that you're not exactly the romantic type to begin with! Dispute your love for romance novels...
"Oh! Right, this is Hanoashi Katoni, our cousin," Rikona smiled, tapping her on the shoulder.
"It's very nice to meet you," Hanoashi bowed. However, to her utter shock, silence met her getting. Glancing up, she frowned to see them gazing at her wild eyed.
"Aren't you supposed to be dead?" the blond haired girl whispered.
"And you two never had a Maus damned independent thought in your soul?" Rikona shook her head. "You could have easily looked up her name and saw her alive and well at any time so to speak."
"You could have told us on the side as well," The dark brunet countered.
"Not when our great great grandfather held me a gunpoint and tried to get me to frame her for assault, resulting in me having to kick his stinking teeth in," Rikona hissed.
"Hanoashi doesn't need this," a fifth voice whispered quietly in English, and Hanoashi found the girl gently tugging on her hand. She glanced down, surprised to see the short blond girl gazing up at her, before allowing her to lead her away from her bickering cousins.
"Sorry bout that, it must be a shock," the girl sighed once they were a bit away.
"Yeah...them thinking I was dead, and Rikona being held at gunpoint just because our great great grandfather hated me..." Hanoashi shook her head.
"Were you really a Matsumino?" the girl asked.
Hanoashi sighed. "My mother was disowned from the Matsumino family for marrying my more humble father, for what it's worth."
"I see...that's better than what happened to me," the girl sighed, before shaking her head. "Name's Alice by the way...no last name."
"I've noticed you've been speaking in English," Hanoashi tipped her head. "Not to mention that you seem really young..."
"That's because I'm twelve," Alice sighed. "See...I've been in prison since I was six."
"Why?" Hanoashi gasped. "Is that even allowed?"
"I..." Alice glanced down. "I pushed my little brother into the path of an incoming lawnmower...I got mad and..." she began sobbing.
Instinctively Hanoashi knelt down and embraced her. "How could they just send you to prison at such a young age...I mean that's terrible what you did, but..."
"Don't Hanoashi...I deserve this..." Alice whispered through her tears. After a bit she pulled back. "But yeah, initially I got a lifetime prison sentence, but...Japan gave me an offer two months ago, serve in the 444 th Sensado Squadron for five years and I get another chance at life. I almost didn't take it, but...in the end I wanted to be able to do something with my life, even if I don't deserve the opportunity to do so."
"I think you'll succeed at your new life when the time comes," Hanoashi smiled at her gently, brushing the girl's cheek gently.
Alice smiled at her gently. "You're really nice," she mused gently.
"I do my best." Is this what I'd feel as an English teacher or mother? She wondered briefly, though she didn't have time to speak as the coach called the girls to attention.
"Right, everyone is to head into the main antrum for the purpose of meeting the incoming girls," she informed. We'll have to handcuff you, so..."
Sighing, Hanoashi placed her hands on the wall, still not too thrilled by being handcuffed all the time.
It wasn't much easier for Taeko. Sure, she could fight the part of her still yelling for her to resist, but being lead through the halls into the third strike sector was quiet embarrassing, especially given the fact that her guard was a bit on the touchy side.
As long as it sticks to just arm rubbing...she sighed inwardly, doing her best not to glare at the guard, let along let him have it. Given that she was on precarious grounds, she had to try and push down any protest or desires of rebellion.
However, to her surprise she was suddenly taken to a cell and cuffed to the table. "Am I in trouble?" she asked.
The guard simply left the room and another man entered the room, his eyes narrowed at her.
"Wh...what is this?" Taeko gasped.
"You must be Taeko Katoni, right?" the man asked, cripplingly her.
"Ye..yeah..." Taeko shuddered at his monotone voice.
"Hm...not much different than your previous family name," he mused.
Taeko tried to slam her fist on the table, but due to the limited range she could move her hand, it sounded more like a tap. "There's a big difference between the Katoni and Maus forsaken Kondou!" Taeko glared at him.
To her surprise he sat down and gently place his hands on hers, causing her to hiss at him in frustration. "You know I'm married, right?" she growled.
"As am I...but being these are going to be the hands my cousin in law is going to be holding every night, I don't want you to damage them further," he noted.
"Enough! Just who are you?" Taeko growled, jerking her hand back, not that she could jerk them back far, between his grip and the latch chain holding the cuffs to the table.
To her brief relief, he stood up. "I am Mark Antony, High inheritor of the Blue Division Academy.
"You mean like in the general?" Taeko asked, feeling her jaws mentally drop.
"Some say I'm more like the Empire's Grand Admiral Thrawn from Star Wars, but yes, the very same."
I can't believe I'm related to this creep! Taeko asked, but steadied herself. "I have to know though, how are we related?"
"Well...you see..." Antony sat back down, making himself comfortable. "After the Matsumino got arrested, I offered Rikona my services and resources to get herself and the other Matsumino a deal and a new lease on life in exchange for her hand in marriage. She accepted, and here we are."
"That's kinda scummy you know, asking a girl to marry you in exchange for you helping her out of a tight bound," Taeko huffed.
"Perhaps, but you must know that between how much of a risk helping the Matusmino are and Rikona's inability to pay any other way, it was the only option," Antony noted.
"It doesn't sit right with me is all," Taeko gorwled sternly.
"Well...it was nice speaking with you Taeko, but it's time for you to go with the rest. Have fun!" With that Antony walked out and the officer from before he de-latched her from the desk and guided her through the halls.
Arriving at the lockers, she walked up to hers, which was right next to Hanoashi. "You okay?" she whispered.
"More or less, how about you?" Hanoashi smiled.
"Would be better if Rikona wasn't married to that creep," Taeko began, opening her locker before letting out a gag. "I am not wearing that!" she hissed.
"It's not as bad as it looks," Hanoashi soothed. "Besides, we'll be wearing the Blue division uniform at the moment. The swimsuit is for when we exercise and the clear coat is for normal cell to cell life. Also, bras aren't allowed and we have to wear the white undies provided in our lockers."
"Pah!" Taeko hissed, though she took her clothes off with no further complaint. Taking the uniform out, she let out a gusty sigh and placed it on, frowning at her exposed chest. "This sucks," she muttered, before glancing at Hanoashi. "How are our cells by the way?"
"Well, good news is that you actually get a bed, bad news is that our wrist and feet are locked into place during the night," Hanoashi let out a long tired sigh. "And the cells are one person during the night."
"That's awful!" Taeko gasped.
"Well, we only have to endure it for two months provided we behave...unlike...Rikona..." Hanoashi glanced down, sad. "She's got five years with a mandate, so she cannot move down to a lower strike ranking..."
"Alright, I was disappointed in Antony for asking her to marry him in exchange for helping her and her family out of a tight spot, but with her having to serve five years, I'm pissed at him."
"He's not all that bad," A third voice joined the two. Turning around, Taeko gasped at the towering girl in front of her.
"Hey Rikona, meet Taeko," Hanoashi smiled.
"It's very nice to meet you Rikona," Taeko smiled. To her surprise the taller girl hugged her in response. "Um...Rikona..." Taeko began.
"Thank you for finding her," Rikona whispered.
"Um...sure..." Taeko smiled in realization. As she was let go, she glanced at the Irish girl. "Hanoashi...were...you mad when we found you?"
Hanoashi shook her head. "Not really mad, no. Scared, yes, but not mad. I was always going to turn myself in eventually, it's just that when I heard the way the Ooarai officers were talking about me and what they'd like to do to me...I got scared and stayed scared for a while." She then let out a small smile. "Once I had the cuffs on for a few minutes, I actually felt relieved that my time on the run was over to be honest."
"That's good, I've been worried about that for a while, but never actually got around to asking," Taeko breathed.
"Alright, every has their uniform on, we'll cuff you and your girls can meet the other teammates, or at least your spare squadron teammates," An officer announced.
I miss the juvenile prison, I mean it sucked compared to my school days, but at least they didn't handcuff us everywhere we needed to go! Taeko sighed inwardly, very frustrated by the new turn in her life. And I have to endure this for five whole years too!
Glancing at Hanoashi who was being lead away, Taeko soon found herself following her new sister. Huh, she's relaxing her hands, different how mine are balled into a fist whenever handcuffed. I wonder why she appears so at ease in the cuffs?
Glancing at Rikona, who was ahead of Hanoashi, she noticed that the dutch girl was also relaxed. Is...this a Matsumino thing...no wait... she mentally facepalmed as she realized why the two girls were acting so calm. Rikona is the high Heiress of this academy and Hanoashi is our bonified most experienced Sensado practitioner, of course they're going to be trying to act calm.
In Reality Maho, Miho, Mika, and Erika had the most Sensado experience, with Hanoashi having a distant fifth. But Taeko had no idea that Maho was also here, and she had no idea who Mika and Erika were, so it wasn't too surprising why she listed Hanoashi as being the most experienced.
The walk felt long, though deep down Taeko knew it was always shorter than it felt. Something she had learned about prison was that it had a very very odd time dilation effect on the mind. Spend time on an activity or chatting with a cell mate, and time zoomed quickly. Have to sit quietly, or be transported in handcuffed, and time felt like it was standing still.
"Alright, everyone line up in ranks," one of the guards called.
Shuffling in between two girls she had no idea of the names of, she paid attention to the guards.
"When we call your name, come forward!" the guard called. "Taeko, Asuga, Fusae!"
Taeko made her way forward, surprised when she came up to two girls, one having light brown, practically blondish hair and the other having darker brown hair.
"You will be operating the T-26 soviet light tank. For the next hour you will be placed in a location to where you can talk freely. That is all."
Two guards came over, one taking her arm with the other taking both Fusae and Asuga's arm, guiding them to an open cell, shoving them in, and locking the door, not bothering to take the handcuffs off.
"For the Record, Taeko is the tank commander, Fusae is the gunner, and Asuga is the driver. No arguing, You have your hour, albeit the clock officially starts once the last crew is in their chatting locations." With that the officers left.
"Wait...I can't be a tank commander!" Taeko shouted after them, but the two officers paused, glanced toward each other and proceeded to laugh.
"Whatever you say murderer," one of them chuckled.
"You wanna be sent to prison for life?" the other one asked.
"N...no sir!" Taeko gasped, before bowing. "I'm so sorry!"
"Then stop complaining and command the tank! That's what you were assigned to do, so do it for Maus sake!" With that they walked away to the edge of the block.
Taeko sighed and leaned against the cell walls, gazing at the two girls with uncertainty.
"You were brought in for murder?" the darker haired girl studied her.
"I really don't look like the murderer type huh?" Takeo sighed, a slight chuckle erupting as she realized how absurd the thought of her being called that with any serious weight to it would have sounded a month ago. "No...I didn't murder anyone, but...well...we were in the type 89 and..." she explained the story of how she was arrested. "In the end I barely qualified for the program. Got two months in the third strike pen and then I rank down to a two strike, whatever that means."
"Lucky, Asuga, Rikona and I all have a mandate, so we are three strikes during our entire prison sentence," the girl muttered. Anyways, I'm Fusae Tawagui, formally of the Matsumino family, and this is my cousin Asuga Ginigi, also formally from the Matsumino family."
Taeko bowed. "My name is Taeko Katoni, it's nice to..."
"Wait...did you say Katoni? Strange, you don't look like Hanoashi..." Asuga mused.
"I'm married to her brother, Nova," Taeko explained.
"Ah, I see...wait...Hanoashi had a brother?" Fusae asked.
"I told you she did cousin," Asuga reminded her gently, before smiling at Taeko. "Anyways, it's very nice to met you Taeko. I'd say welcome to the family...but...well...if it's alright could we act like sisters?"
"Sure, that'd be nice," Taeko smiled.
"Just one question Taeko," Fusae smirked. "How'd you get that rack?"
"Fusae!" Asuga growled.
"Hanoashi, Mina, Kelly, Aacob, Rikona, Alice, Maria!"
Hanoashi walked forward, nervous about the assignment, and about the fact she she had no idea who Mina, Aacob, or Maria where. However, as she made her way to the front, she let out a quiet breath as she recognized Mina and Maria.
Mina, more commonly known as Flint, had helped her hide in Ooarai's underground in exchange for helping them work in the bar for room and food. It wasn't a permanent position, just something for the Irish girl to do while she decided on wither or not to turn herself in.
Back when she had last saw her, Mina had silver hair, but now it was more of a dark blond, somewhat similar to Kelly's albeit in a different, longer style.
Maria, who preferred to go by the name of Suzuki, had been a part of Ooarai's automotive club and worked on the Sensado team. When Hanoashi had heard that the student council was given the club only a few days to fix up the tanks, she had agreed to help the club, sending the Rabbits home with a study manual.
During that time Hanoashi had became good friends with Maria, though with everything that happened, she couldn't be too sure how the girl viewed her now.
The girls where escorted by four guards, Hanoashi being hauled next to Alice. I hate to see someone so young in handcuffs. Granted, she did try to kill her little brother, but still...she sighed, glancing at the girl in sympathy.
Lead into a room with two bunk-beds, the girls were still handcuffed when the doors closed, but otherwise left alone.
"So this is what a one strike room looks like," Rikona mused.
"Be nice if we could get into one sometime," Hanoashi noted, gazing at the board games and book collection.
"You and Taeko might be able to, I have a mandate, so yeah," Rikona sighed.
"Why is that anyways, it just seems so unfair!" Hanoashi protested.
"Well, if a crime is serious enough or if it's assumed that one needs more protection or scrutiny, they get a mandate," Rikona explained.
"Hanoashi, I'm surprised to see that you're here," Maria interrupted. "I mean...why?"
"I..." Hanoashi gazed down. "Do you know about what happened during our first day?"
"All I know is that Ami had us repair the tanks. Why?"
"Well..." Hanoashi then delved long into a long explanation of what happened during that first day. "So in short, they got me for assault on an officer, resisting arrest and felony."
"Oh...I'm so sorry," Maria whispered.
"Yeah, those officers were saying all sorts of weird, crude things about Hanoashi and what they'd want to do to her," Mina hissed.
"How dare they!" Rikona growled quietly.
"As far as they knew I had assaulted both a police officer and a Sensado instructor who just so happened to be a military veteran," Hanoashi explained.
"Doesn't mean they had the right to speak to you like that!" a brown haired girl who looked a lot like Sword Art Online's Shino Asada piped up. "Name's Aacob by the way, with two A's."
"It's nice to meet you Aacob," Hanoashi smiled.
"So this is nice and all, but, what ranks did we get," Kelly asked.
"There seems to be a piece of paper on the wall, but it's written in Kanji, so I can't seem to read it," Alice muttered.
"Hm...seems like you're the loader for the thirty seven millimeter gun," Hanoashi noted.
"And the others?" Alice asked. "Also what tank are we operating?"
"The M3 Lee," Hanoashi shuddered. "I just hope it's not the same one we had at Ooarai," she whispered, before shaking her head to snap out of her bad thoughts. "Seems like I'll be commanding," she added.
"Better than Miho," Marie shrugged.
"Rikona, looks like you've got the hard job of loading the seventy five millimeter gun," Hanoashi smirked.
"Well...I told them not to go easy on me just because I'm married to the high inheritor of this academy," Rikona shrugged.
"Radio Operator," Mina shrugged. "Not much different than what I was used to back at the bar."
"Meh, operating a radio is different than singing sea shanty," Hanoashi shrugged.
"You know her?" Rikona gazed between the two.
"She offered me shelter in her bar back at Ooarai," Hanoashi shrugged.
"Ooarai had a bar..." Rikona gazed at the two, stumped.
"Well we served non-alcoholic drinks, too dangerous for the fermented stuff so to speak," Mina shrugged.
"Oh, now I feel better," Rikona sighed.
"It was underground though," Hanoashi smirked.
"Okay, not I'm not too sure...again..." Rikona gazed at her. "Just how much of a roller coaster did you go on?"
"More then you want to know," Hanoashi sighed gustily.
"Were any of you scared when you were first arrested? I know if was..." Maria shuddered.
"More pissed than anything, I thought it was a false charge until they explained the whole fraud situation. That and we Matsumino didn't exactly get as fair of a trial as one should, but meh. Besides, I enjoy bondage so the handcuffs aren't that much of an issue to me."
"The exact opposite of me," Hanoashi muttered. "But me and Kelly were both very scared when we found ourselves surround by search volunteers, police, and Ooarai's Sensado team, save three of the ducks and Miho."
"Once I realized they were going to keep me away from my father though, I calmed down," Kelly shrugged, before turning to Rikona. "When we get out you think you can show me some of your bondage techniques? This kind of stuff is kinda neat!"
Hanoashi could only stared at Kelly, dumbfounded. And you once said that you'd rather die than be arrested! She fumed in anger.
"Sure, I'd be happy too if I find the time!" Rikona smiled. "Hanoashi?" she prompted, turning to her.
She shook her head violently. "No thank you! If Yukaro, against all odds, decides that he wants to do a little light bondage with me, then I'll allow that. But not you, or anyone else," she huffed.
"Bummer," Rikona sighed.
"You've got Kelly to practice with, be happy that you found one girl with whom you can enjoy your fetish with!" Hanoashi huffed. Turning to Alice, she gazed at the quiet girl. "Are you alright?" she asked gently.
Alice nodded. "Yeah, just adjusting is all," she smiled weakly. "Does Rikona really love this bondage crap?"
"Well, it's definitely a load of bull crap, and yeah, she enjoys it for some strange reason I cannot fathom," Hanoashi sighed.
"You don't like it then," Alice noted.
"Aside from the two screwed up morons over there, no one like bondage," Aacob growled.
"Hey! We're not screwed up or morons!" Kelly and Rikona hissed.
Aacob gave them a nasty glare. "Just keep your cotton pickin bondage talk outside my range of hearing. Have enough of a bad time knowing I have a kid with my own father who used to tie me up and you know what with me."
"Wait, you have a child with..." Rikona shuddered.
"Yeah, the only reason why I'm here is because the justice courts wanted me to have a little time out, you know since I actually had to kill my father and all. One of the Free Yagdtigers is raising her since I cannot...and quite frankly I do not want to. Too much pain in knowing she's..." Aacob paused, almost stomping her feet before stomping herself. "It's...not healthy for either of us and unfair to her."
"May I ask who's raising her?" Hanoashi asked.
"Shiori," Aacob smiled. "Quiet soft spoken Japanese girl, long light brown hair, amber eyes, married to Acer so I trust her. Looks similar to an anime character of the same name, though for the life of me I can't remember which Shiori it was."
"At least she's in good hands," Hanoashi smiled.
"Yeah, a small part of me wishes that it was me, but like I said, it wouldn't be fair to her if every time I saw her I thought of my father. Besides, I'm too prone to anger for the child rearing life in my own opinion."
She was about to respond when the guards came in. "We want you out on the battle field, asap!"