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    Cat Curses

    Hello, it's me again! The retired kancolle admiral going by the name of Rosewood (Gave my account to a friend). It's been a long time since I last popped up here but here's a few buncha words. I'm trying out 3rd person writing again to try and see which one is more appealing / which way I write better or worse. Feel free to tear it up or point out bullshit.


    Scene 1
    [+] Spoiler


    "Amane! When do you plan on waking up?" said a woman carrying a pile of stinky rags you can barely call clothes as she stepped inside a dingy, small, tatami-floored room.

    She was in her early thirties, statuesque, with a well-toned body. Her silky, waist-length, white hair still amazingly beautiful even with all the tedium she has to deal with daily.

    "You're late! Hurry up and get your breakfast!"

    Her voice boomed. An assortment of cats, all scattered across the room, stood from their coiled sleeping figures and took the hell outta dodge as the lovely housewife tried to wake up a tardy daughter.

    "Well, it'd be nice if you would be as disciplined as these strays once you're finally at the academy." she continued, picking up a small pink basket by the right of the sliding paper door.

    With impeccable timing, a male voice could be heard not too far behind her -

    "Murakumo, give Amane some slack. She's still a civilian up until yesterday dear."

    "You... urgh, I bet she inherited this tardiness from you! Geez..." She quips back with a turn and a point at the rather gruff salaryman chowing down on a small 2 foot high table just outside the room.

    He didn't seem to mind the accusations and simply laughed, "Ahahaha! Does it matter dear? As long as we have each other along with our daughter and our small 2 bedroom, 1 living/dining/kitchen, 1 bathroom house we'd be fine!"

    "You! Urgh... nevermind."

    Her face turned beet red. If it was possible, she would've boiled like a kettle. However, this was, after all... the man she loved. Unlike the other girls who married their previous commanding officers, she was one of them who set out after the war had ended, found her self a life away from the oceans and settled down.



    "And that's what happened before I went to the academy."

    Back in present time, a girl with butt-length, white hair wearing a black, long-sleeved, one-piece sailor uniform adorned by white stripes at the edges narrates her story to the other girl in her unit. All of this while she clipped up the pair of red and white, striped, thigh-high socks she was sporting onto a garterbelt.

    After that minor grooming task, she vividly describes what had transpired. She even went as far as to act out the gestures of her mother, from the floor stomping to the finger pointing. If she could blush on demand, she would've done so. That's how dedicated she was.

    "It's stupid, stupid I say! I wish my mother married an admiral like yours did and not some washed up pathetic guy like my father."

    Her partner, a rather playful lass with airy, back-length, brown hair seemed to be wildly fascinated with what she heard. She clapped her hands together from delight and suggested something outrageous. "Ufufu♪ That sounds wonderful~ I'm looking forward to switching parents with you on our next day-off! Say, is that acceptable for you, Amane...?"

    "Hey, we're not allowed to call each other by our names while on a mission. Hime you ought to..." Quick to notice that she too had called the other girl by her actual name, Amane was quick to cover her mouth with that white-gloved right hand of hers.

    Hime, simply clutched her stomach and belched out laughter. "Ohh... wonderful~ I love it... Of all the things, you didn't even care about my suggestion to swap parents~"

    "Stop it! We don't know if our lazy bum of a commander bugged our equipment so he might be listening in on us right now!"

    "Ufufu♪ Oh my, could it be?" She daintily pulls out a handkerchief from the pockets of her frilled skirt and wiped the tears welling up on her eyes.

    "Could it be what!?" Amane was agitated and her arms violently shook. In much the same way as her mother nearly boiled from her story, she was quick to defend herself. "I-It's not like I'm worried about what he thinks!"

    There was a subdued smile on Hime's face as she twirled a miniature spotlight keyring. "And so she says~ How troubling."

    "...Hmmm. Think what you want... Not that I mind."

    With a rather demure look on her face, she turned away. However, the playful giggling turned to something else as the equipment strapped or dangling on their being cackled to life.

    "You two..." A drowned out voice passed through and caught both their attention. "You're broadcasting the U.P.W's signal, call for help please."

    The two of them turned to each other and gasped in unison.

    "A rogue naval base!"

    "A rogue naval base~"

    Amane casts her gaze towards the horizon. Across the vast, blue waters bathed by glorious sunlight, she spots small objects whizzing about the air. These objects swarmed a specific location like flies drawn to shit. A wince formed on Amane's face and she expressed her annoyance by cursing under her breath.

    "A bad kind of wind is blowing..."



    In an abrupt manner, the communication got cut-off. Static flooded the channels for seven seconds until it cleared up and a relaxed male voice greeted the pair.

    "Greetings ladies. I'd have to ask you to ignore that S.O.S..."

    Crack! The sound of crushing interrupted the man on the other line. "She crushed the communicator didn't she?"

    "She crushed the communicator~" Hime giggled, holding up her communicator so Amane can continue to listen in on the conversation.

    The man continued. "Destruction of property aside. I'd need the two of you to focus on delivering the payload. Command would likely send another group to help out, we can't have them knowing you're the dispersion unit."

    Meanwhile, Amane rips out the bridge from the ship-shaped equipment on her right hip with the help of her trusty animated gun turret.

    "Oh my, how troublesome. Are you implying that the ones currently performing the ambush are our targets~ How'd you find out?"

    Hime rested her ear over the communicator's speakers as she playfully interrogated their commander.

    "I didn't. Too much of a hassle, I merely guessed based on your location."

    The reply was brief, not much enthusiasm to it either. His tone implied he'd just want their original job to be done as silently as possible. Something Hime wasn't in favor of.

    "Ufufu♪ You heard the man. Arashio, launching gorgeously." Hime, with 10cm high angle mounts on both hands and blatantly disobeying orders, headed southeast to help the distressed.

    Amane, who had just chucked out a good part of her rigging, pats her Rensouhou-kun on the head and also followed suit. "Amatsukaze from the rogue naval base dispersion unit. Set sail!"



    Machine-gun fire heralded the approach of the pair who were rushing through the waters. Guns akimbo, Arashio - real name Hime, peppered the plethora of tiny planes, who were dropping miniature bombs on a convoy of abyssal transport ships, with lead.

    "Naughty kids need spanking~ Ufufu♪"

    What a sight for sore eyes they were! Now the abyssals, hideous amalgamation of steel and flesh they were in our eyes, hurriedly scooted over behind Arashio. Amatsukaze - real name Amane, weaved between the evacuating oppressed to face the five-piece mutsuki-class destroyers firing their fully decked out 12.7cm twin gun mounts at them.

    Gently decelerating while Rensouhou-kun's turret head remained fixed on the lead Mutsuki, Amatsukaze pulled out a badge with a subtle attempt at stunning them from the glare reflecting off the shiny gold bits.

    "U.P.W. Stop all rogue naval base operations immediately!"

    Boom! That lil' Mutsuki in front of her just fired a shot aimed at the badge she was holding. All of them had their brows furrowed, definitely pissed. Amatsukaze wasn't one to back down either, the shot she might've evaded but the disrespect was reciprocated.

    "No-now you've done it...!" Amatsukaze reaches in to a small metal box locked behind where the bridge of her rigging was supposed to be, if she had not pulled it out earlier.

    "Oh my, how troublesome. Is that the payload you're reaching for?"

    Arashio butts in as she goes front-center laying down suppression fire, scattering the Mutsukis before they can target Amatsukaze with a barrage of shells.

    Rummaging through the locks, Amatsukaze finally lets loose whatever foul weapon she had been keeping stashed away. "Take this second gens!"

    In a blur, she flings an animal of the feline variety at the mutsukis. At which point, Arashio halts fire to not accidentally injure the mesmerized fleet girls. With a "mraaaoooowwwww", the animal hurtles through the air for a few seconds before turning upright. Like a choir in a church, the mutsukis all gasped and commented.

    "Oh no! It's a... It's a... CAT BOMB!"

    That was the last they could recall as they all blanked out and rabidly tried to catch the bundle of joy.



    In a short while, the mutsukis along with the carrier they'd been escorting came rushing back to their base. Amane and Hime tailed them after saying goodbye to the distressed transport abyssals. The amazing power of the CAT BOMB was undeniable, it completely devastates bases filled with second generation fleet girls.

    As they docked into an unfamiliar port, Hime comments as she doffs her rigging. "Ufufu♪ I love it..."

    "Hime, what's this about now?" Amane retorts, as her partner points at their previously fierce opponents. They were all degraded into generic fan girls swooning at a cat. Every single one who came into direct line of sight fell victim to the CAT BOMB and they joined the ever-growing crowd headed to replace their commanding officer with an animal.

    In as casual a tone as she can muster, Hime adds. "Not being a second generation fleet girl~"

    Stopping for a while, Amane switches into a pondering pose and replied while scratching her chin with the gloved hand. "...Hmmm. Not bad I suppose. I wouldn't like it if I could be forced to like... someone else."

    "Especially not a cat~"

    The soft click of a communicator stealthily being activated by Hime was completely undetected by Amane due to the former's giggling.

    "Especially not a cat!"






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    A happy new year and good luck to everyone doing the event. Also, here's a continuation on this one. As usual, feel free to point out stuff.

    Scene 2

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    "Just a little bit more..."

    It was late that night as Amane tries to sneak out from the naval base. Straight out from the showers, her white hair drenched the black uniform she wears while she silently rolls the sliding steel gate of the sally port.

    "Don't make any noise! Don't make any noise, Amane!"

    She chanted these words during the whole affair, unaware that the commander was already waiting in anticipation.

    "No."

    As the port lights shone through the opening, the commander popped out to disapprove her actions.

    Having felt her heart skip a beat, Amane stumbles back and landed on her butt.

    "B-but, I haven't even-"

    "No. You're not taking that rigging out without my permission!"

    He slams the gate at her and she was left there pouting in the darkness.

    "Geez! It's not like I'm going to damage it or anything..."


    Looks like she'll have no choice but to ask her after all. And after a while of sulking, returned the rigging to return to the base's quarters.



    "Hey Hime, can you lend me your rigging?"

    Said Amane, as she entered their quarters. The one she was talking to ? in lacy undergarments ? occupied the middle bed out of the three that lined the room.

    While applying lotion to her skin, Hime flipped around to reply. "Ufufu♪ Do you pledge 40 years of your life in servitude to me, in exchange?"

    Amane dropped down groaning on the rightmost bed. Her face buried deep into the plain white pillow, she exchanged muffled words.

    "Umf Arready mwor fhan foty yis in befb..." (I'm already more than forty years in debt...)

    After rubbing likeness on the cloth bag filled with cotton, She raised her beet-red face to yell in frustration.

    "Geez! The commander ain't that rich too!" she pauses a while to repeatedly batter her pillow, then continued with a sharp turn to her conversation partner. "I say he's about as much in debt as I am! For real!"

    "My~ How delightfully troubling."

    Hime gave a slight chuckle as she spreads her body over the superior quality bed she's in. With airy brown hair hanging over the edge, she looks Amane in the eye.

    "If you offer your plans of marriage to the Commander. I'd be glad to consider~"

    About that time, light emanates from Amane's pockets ? it was a near-translucent uniform. Alongside the lights was a tune reminiscent of 90's wrestler theme songs.

    Amane sat up from the bed and pulled the item out. It was a mobile phone and her eyes sparkled as the screen gave confirmation of something she's anticipating.

    "It-it's not like I'm serious about trying to get him to see me as a woman! But that's something for another time!" Amane did not deny, but she took haste to divert the topic as she points to the television on the opposite wall. "Quick let's turn the Telly on, UKFC's about to start!"

    "Ufufu♪ You and your combat sports." Hime closes her eyes as she stood up to turn the television on.

    Like jello during an earthquake, Amane shook in earnest as she joins Hime in the middle bed. "A good wind is blowing! It's telling me that something nice is definitely going to happen tonight!"



    "Unbelievable, Phil! I've seen ferocious before... but this!? This!? This is on another level!"

    The host's words blared through the flat screen's speakers. A twinkly-eyed Amane jumps up and down while clutching Hime's arm.

    The analyst followed up on that remark. "That's right Jon! Even on her first time on the octagon pool, there's no denying that she is the flagship of the U.P.W's First Response Team! She even works underwater!"

    "Indeed, Phil. I can't believe if I'm seeing a devil or an angel soaring through the skies!"

    "Ahh, I never knew you can use torpedoes that way!?" Amane tells Hime before she turns off the television. "I bet there's an awesome breeze up there! Also, it would be harder to get hit if you can move in the air like that!"

    "Ufufu♪ Of course, but you're not in the air right now~" She giggles, as she pulled Amane down to bed and took the higher ground to submit the white-haired lass to a bout of tickling until she lost breath.

    She was then stripped naked, clothes folded and hung, and then covered with a warm blanket.

    "Ufufu♪ Time to eat~"



    It was about midnight when the room calmed down. All the way till the darkness gave way to clear blue skies, the light seeping through the windows bathed two forms under a single blanket.

    Amane, unaware of what transpired after the tickling, had recently woken. There was a presence beside her nibbling on her ear whilst whispering soft gentle words.

    "Hush little Whitey don't say a word~
    Hime's gonna find you a rigging soon♪
    And if our commander slept through the night~
    Hime's gonna drug him so you can go♪"

    Chilly sea breeze blew through the blanket and due to Amane's relative lack of clothing at the moment. She shot up sitting with the owner of the bed still with arms wrapped tight around her.

    "Hime! Wha-what!?"

    The brunette opens her eyes of an amber hue and gives a peck on the flustered Amane's cheek.

    "Oh, you're finally awake Amane. Perfect, let us gorgeously greet our Commander to start the day~"

    Without delay, she detaches herself from Amane to get dressed. The latter, still quite shocked, covered herself up with the blanket.

    "Geez! What if he stumbled in on us last night!?"

    "Ufufu♪ Oh my, but wouldn't that be to your advantage?" Hime answers as she does some stretches. "Rather than that, are you concerned because we were both in the same situation? How troubling~"

    "Of cour-" Amane cut short upon finally catching what Hime implies. Her brows furrowed and she starts to pout. "I-I'm not exactly trying to compete or anything! He can choose whoever he likes anyway!"

    While Amane looks to the side, her conversation partner got a hold of the uniform hung by the wall and throws it at her.

    "Ufufu♪ I can never get enough of your expressions~"




 

 

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