A Saga of Tanya the Evil/The Irregular at Magic High School crossover.
I do not in any way, shape, or form lay claim to either of these works.
This is just a work of admiration from one fan, to those others that share the same interest.
The only characters or places I lay claim to are those solely of my own creation.
The war on obliviousness, the first campaign.
Sunday, June 22nd 6:30 PM
As Tanya and Visha made their way home, Tanya kept stealing covert glances over at her happy companion, thinking over the events of the afternoon. The shopping was not exactly her cup of tea, since in her first life blending in was the goal, and in her second she rarely wore anything other than a uniform that the military had provided. Incidents like The Dress were few, far between, and left her emotionally and mentally scarred. Visha, on the other hand, seemed to find a certain amount of joy and satisfaction in clothes shopping, a fact that Tanya still just couldn't comprehend on an intellectual level. Yes, it was advantageous for a woman to dress well, especially if they were seeking to attract the attention of a member of the opposite sex. Yes, she could admit that she might have pondered, briefly, if Visha had found someone she was interested in but in the end she had to discard that idea. After all, Visha spent almost all her waking time with herself. She knew she would certainly have noticed if Visha was spending any significant amount of time with one of the boys in their class.
So, obviously it was not that. That left the fact that women did seem to like to dress up for themselves, finding a certain level of joy and confidence in wearing things that made them feel attractive. Perhaps it was more of that then the other, then? True, Visha would have had very few chances to indulge that feminine peroregrative during her time in the army. The more Tanya thought about it, the more likely that was the correct answer. Was it not customary to make a comment or compliment of some sort, then, being a supportive companion? Perhaps when they got back to the apartment she would have to make a comment about one of the outfits that Visha had picked out, then?
Another matter was the movies she was currently holding in her hand, the one not carrying the bags from the day. They had walked Willa home, and she had insisted that they borrow them, so that she would be able to catch up on the series properly. As loath as she was to indulge in frivolous spending, she could not deny Visha when she had that look in her eyes, and one of the outfits she was coerced into trying had resulted in a particularly starry-eyed look from her exuberant former subordinate, thus entailing its purchase.
Visha, for her part, was also lost in thought. Her gaze flicks to the side from time to time, studying the petitie and diminutive profile of her companion, feeling how her heart lurches once in a while when their gazes meet or almost meet. These feelings she had were so confusing, and perhaps a bit shameful. It was wrong for her to feel like this towards her superior, wasn't it? It had to be, since they were so unorthodox. They were so far from what she had always been told to expect, to think she deserved. It just left her more and more confused.
Both of the girls sigh softly as they walk, lost in their respective thoughts as they continue to cast furtive looks at the other when they were sure they would not be caught. Each of them was held back by their own doubts and preconceived notions. Each of them yearned for something new, something untried. Two wounded souls looking for comfort and solace that can only be found in another.
Sadly, these two were used to denying what they wanted. They were used to existing in the status quo. They thought that what they had was as good as they could get. What use was there in looking towards a future that could risk all that they thought they had won for themselves?
Those thoughts weighed the two of them down until they got home, and decided to settle in. They look at each other, feeling a bit down from the negative thoughts, and they can tell the other is upset for some reason. Not knowing that each of them is the cause of the others plight, they resolve to do something nice for their partner. Perhaps the outfits that still are in the bags would be a good first step?
"So, Visha. I was thinking, perhaps I might try on that outfit you liked. If you would like to give me a second opinion?" Tanya hedges into that statement. "And, I just wanted to say that outfit you picked up….It looks good on you." Tanya suddenly finds it hard to look at her former adjutant as the wall clock seems to be very interesting indeed.
"T...Thank you, Tanya. And...I was thinking that it is a shame not to wear it around the house, at least once? When we go out, it's almost always in one uniform or another. It seems kind of silly to buy these things, and not wear them at least once…. Right?" Visha stammers out, glancing towards Tanya then looking away.
"Indeed. It would be a waste of perfectly good resources to not wear them, wouldn't it?" The ever efficient former Devil of the Rhine latches onto that bit of logic even as her grip tightens on the bag.
"I agree completely, Tanya. I...I am going to go change then, it will be just a moment?" Visha then hurries towards the bathroom to change, leaving the bedroom they share for the equally blushing Tanya.
Tanya clears her throat, and then walks quickly towards the room to change, taking a moment to gather her thoughts and catch her breath. With quick efficiency born from years on the front lines, she changes into the skirt and blouse with a matching vest that Visha had picked out for her. She turns slowly in front of the mirror, lips pursed a bit. 'I don't know what she likes about this. It's not like I will ever have a figure to make this sort of outfit look like anything other than someone draping womens clothes over a stick figure.' she grouses in the depths of her own head before walking briskly out to the couch, and sitting on the right hand side.
Visha, for her part, is also changing. Where Tanya had just outerwear, Visha had opted for something from each place they had stopped at, noticing the things that seemed to catch her former commanders eye. First, the lingerie that she picked out for this outfit, a pair of what she herself thought were rather daring black lace panties and bra. Next, the garters and garter belt that matches them. She pauses for a moment, slowly turning to regard how they looked, then nods as she slips into the lavender dress that she had seen Tanya eye. She takes a moment to smooth out the fabric, eyeing herself a bit before letting her hair flow over her shoulders. After taking another look in the mirror and deep breath, she walks out into the main room with a slight flush to her cheeks.
Tanya has been sitting on the couch and fidgeting, wondering why it was taking Visha so long to change. When she hears the door, she turns and then promptly any words that were about to slip from her suddenly dry lips are lost as she finds herself staring rather openly at the blushing vision that is standing there in what is really a conservative dress. The pale lavender sets off Visha's eyes perfectly, and her full figure fills out the outfit very well. Tanya blushes when she realizes that she has been staring, hurriedly getting up to get them something to drink and snack on from the stockpile that Visha always has on hand.
Visha watches the stunned look on Tanya's face with no little sense of happiness, liking how her former commander's eyes seem to be fixed on her, an intense look that she had only seen on the battlefield before, an all devouring intensity that makes her feel warm and light. It's a feeling she could grow used to, if things were different. She stands there for a moment, then watches as Tanya hurries into the kitchen, admiring how the outfit fits the former Devil of the Rhine. It definitely suited her more than that frilly dress they had forced her to wear that one time, or even the dress that Visha herself had given her.
Visha sits on the other side of the couch, being careful to arrange her dress correctly. She is very aware of the garters she is wearing as she stretches, feeling the fabric hugging her legs as she tucks her legs under herself, turning half to the side to watch Tanya fussing about in the kitchen. "Do you want me to help, Tanya?" She asks as she drapes herself over the back of the couch to watch her better.
Tanya turns to answer her, then quickly looks away as her pale skin flushes. "N..No, I can manage this, thank you though. We should probably start with the first movie, right?" She attempts to change the subject, casting another furtive glance towards Visha as she walks back into the living room carrying a tray with the drinks and some pastries.
Visha nods as she settles herself a bit more properly on the couch, letting her eyes roam a bit while Tanya has her back to her as she places the movie into the player. Her eyes snap away from the tantalizing view before she is caught staring as Tanya walks back and sits on the far side from her. Visha pouts for a moment, then sighs and starts to watch the movie.
As the movie plays, they both sample the treats and enjoy their drinks. Who moves closer to the other first is a debate that neither would wish to have, but slowly the distance shrinks. By the end of the movie, Visha is resting against Tanya's side, with one of Tanya's arms placed over the back of the couch, her fingers just barely brushing Visha's left shoulder. It's an unconscious act of intimacy and familiarity that neither comments on as the movie ends and the two young women look at each other from far closer than they had realized. They move apart, a blush showing on their cheeks as they pointedly don't look at each other.
"That...Was a much better movie than I anticipated it would be." Tanya says as she looks at the opposite wall.
"I..am glad that you enjoyed it, Tanya…" Visha says while casting furtive looks at her partner.
"We...Should probably call it a night, we have to get up early tomorrow, after all." Tanya says while rising to start to gather their dishes.
"Yes, we should…." Visha half-heartedly agrees as she rises as well, both reaching for the plate at the same time and brushing their fingers against each other. Visha pulls her hand back quickly, blushing red as Tanya chuckles and takes the plate.
"You should let me clean up, just this once." Tanya says as she stands, looking into the eyes of her companion. "Why...don't you go ahead and get ready for bed, I will be in shortly. To sleep. In my bed." She finishes awkwardly, turning away and walking quickly into the kitchenette as a giggling Visha turns off the player and television, then heads in to change into her pajamas.
It's a short time later that Tanya slips in, turning her back on VIsha as she changes as well, somehow feeling like she is being watched, but knowing that can't be true. The only person here was Visha, after all.
From under the concealment of her covers, Visha watches how the light plays over the scarred form of her friend and companion, feeling her breath catch briefly in her throat before she breathes out a soft sigh when Tanya lays down. She watches her for a while, noticing how restless her friend becomes in her sleep before once more quietly slipping out of her bed and padding on silent feet over before slipping under the covers and holding the person she cared for close to her. Gentle sleep comes for both before long.
Elsewhere…
Facility 1 Tactical Response Room.
Dr. Adeline Schugel looks over the report one more time, casting a gaze at Dr. Davis Wylan sitting across from her. "Are you sure that this is correct? These numbers...They don't seem right. Who is this Taurus Silver, and where is he getting his inspiration?"
Dr. Wylan shrugs and points at the line again. "Regardless, all our information points to the same things. The advances this one engineer are making are starting to cause a ripple effect. Add in the movements that we are hearing about in the underworld, and the predictions of ORACLE, and it is evident that things are happening in Japan. We might have to commit our asset, if things play out how ORACLE is predicting."