Full Metal Panic Fan Fiction ❯ Field Training ❯ Chapter 3 - Mizuki ( Chapter 3 )

Field Training

 

Chapter 3: Summer Flings

 

By: A-Z Mk II

 

Kaname hummed to herself as she exited the school, bound for the shopping arcade with Kyoko and Mizuki. Today had been the next to the last day before summer break, and the group at large had plans to go to the beach for a few days once the last bell rang tomorrow afternoon. Right now, she had things to buy and some packing to do. Glancing to her side, she spotted Souske right where he always was lately: just behind and to the side of her. Her smile grew a bit lager.

“Something good happen to you, Kana?” came Kyoko's voice from her side. She glanced at her friend.

“Why ask?” she wondered. Kyoko subconsciously adjusted her glasses.

“Well, you're smiling like a cat in a cream factory, so I thought that you must have had something good happen to you.” Replied the shorter girl, watching her friend. Kana shook her head.

“Ah, it's nothing, really.” She deflected. “Just thinking of the beach.” She said offhandedly. Kyoko smiled at her.

“Yeah, me too, Kana.” She said. I wonder if Souske will like the bikini I bought last week. She thought to herself. That thought made her feel a bit guilty, as she knew that Kana was thinking the same thing. Though the girl thought that she had managed to keep her feelings secret, Kyoko had read her like a book. “So, are you getting a new bathing suit?” asked the braids-wearing girl of her taller friend. Before Kana could answer, Mizuki horned in on the conversation.

“Of course she is, Kyoko.” She answered for her new friend. “I'm getting me a new one, too. That's why we're going shopping today.” She noted.

“Actually,” disagreed Kaname, “I wasn't really thinking of getting one.” She replied. Money's a bit tight this month, after all. She reasoned. She tried hard not to think of the folded bills in her pocket. That lucky hit in the grocery store game was bigger than I thought. She mused.

“What?” came Mizuki's shocked voice. “Kaname, you have to have a new swimsuit each summer. It's like a rule.” She said dismissively. Kana just raised her eyebrow.

“Rule, huh?” she challenged. “Since when?” she wondered. Mizuki airily waved the challenge away.

“Since forever, Kaname.” She said. “Every summer, a girl has to buy a new swimsuit; kind of like celebrating the change in seasons.” She paused. “Besides, you can't possibly be thinking of wearing that frumpy one-piece you have, can you? Come on, you can't get guys' attention in that thing!” she scoffed. Kana fought down the urge to blush a bit.

“We'll see.” She said softly. It has been a while since I bought a swimsuit. She admitted to herself. When did I get my green one? Hmm. It was…two years ago? Maybe three? That realization brought her up short. I hardly ever wear it, since I usually swim at school, and that means I use my school swimsuit. She frowned a little, mentally picturing her current swimsuit. It is a bit tight lately, since I've filled out a bit more in the last year. She thought. And it's not exactly the most comfortable one I've ever worn. She admitted to herself. That white bikini isn't as expensive as most of the other ones I have been looking at, and it looks good. I wonder what Souske would think of it? She wondered.

“So, are you getting another one-piece or a bikini this year?” asked Kyoko innocently. “I think I'm getting a bikini this year.” She offered. Kaname broke away from her thoughts at that. Looking to her friend, she frowned a little.

“Kyoko, you've always worn one-piece suits. Why the switch?” she wondered. Kyoko looked away from her while she answered.

“Well, I just thought that I should get a bikini this time.” She said simply. And since I've been sleeping with Souske, I don't feel as self-conscious about my figure. She added silently. She and Souske had managed to get together an average of once every ten days or so, if only for a brief time in most cases. He still has this notion that I'm some sort of `training officer', whatever that might be! She thought, smiling a little.

“Really?” came Kaname's voice. “You were always so self-conscious about the cut of the school suits that I thought you'd never go for a bikini.” She wondered. Kyoko shrugged.

“Maybe it's just my adventurous streak showing.” She offered. “So, are you getting a bikini or not?” she repeated, turning the topic back to Kaname. The taller girl looked out the window.

“I…might.” She allowed. Beside and behind her, she hoped that Souske wasn't understanding this conversation, but at the same time, she was wishing he would tell her which he would like for her to get. As usual, however, he was silent, vigilantly watching over her. Before she knew it, she was smiling and humming again.

-

“The beach.” Muttered Tessa, her tone belying her irritation. “He's going to the beach with `Angel' and her friends.” The platinum-haired girl dropped the daily report to her desktop, leaning back in her chair. She and the De Danaan were currently in the Indian Ocean, about a thousand miles east of Madagascar, having just finished a clean-up op on some dangerous extremist who had managed to get some surplus Russian nukes shipped to them. Her ship had sunk the transport vessel in one of the deepest parts of the ocean while the Urzu team under Mao had paid a visit to their small camp, leaving it all in flames.

Now, she had been tasked with another mission. This one was straight from the top, and the operation was supposed to go down in the Solomon Island chain. She leaned back, absently listening to the ship and `feeling' the ship with her talents. At the moment, they were six hundred feet down and moving at full speed toward the coordinates of the next mission, which meant that they were going about sixty knots. Tessa smiled at that thought.

Even submerged at depth, her ship was faster than nearly all surface ships, and it was still all but dead silent. From its Paladinium Reactors to the composite construction of the pressure hull to the organic design of the outer hull, the ship was a showcase of Black Technology. Most of it had come straight from her head, her gifts as a Whispered being more than evident in the design of this ship. The seventeen-year old girl was tempted to push her ship to flank speed, increasing her velocity to a little over eighty five knots. One hundred fifteen on the surface. She thought, smiling.

Doing that, however, was not the best choice, so she only wistfully considered it. Commander Mardukas had been clear in his disapproval of `hot-rodding around like an American teenager' in a submarine. She had heard his `submariner's bible' speech five times in the last two years, and she didn't want to waste her time hearing it again. “Besides, flank means more wear on the hull.” She said aloud. De Danaan was a sleek ship, and her construction first-rate, but even so, it taxed her to be shoved through the water at such high velocities as flank. The propellers suffered as well, but the main issues were the hull and the sensory gear that got punished by the resistance of the water to high-speed maneuvers.

Her door chimed, indicating that someone was wishing to speak to her. Touching the button, she unlocked the door, seeing Mao waiting outside her door. “Melissa, come in.” she invited, the taller Urzu Sergeant Major stepping into the Captain's office. Seeing the papers on her friend's desk, she smiled.

“Daily report again?” she teased, settling into two-cushion couch in front of Tessa's desk. As was her habit, she was in a black tee shirt and olive drab BDU pants, her combat boots Marine-style shined. Around her neck, her dog tags rested on the small chain. Tessa always wondered why she wore a dog tag from her Marine days alongside her MITHRIL tags, seeing as she had been dishonorably discharged from the United States Marine Corp's AS unit.

“Yes. He's going to the beach with `Angel' and her friends.” She said, seeing Mao pull her pack of Marlboros from her pocket and expertly flick one out. “There's no smoking on board, Melissa.” She reminded her friend. The older woman's lips twitched as she tapped the cigarette back into her pack and tucked it back into her pocket.

“Dictator.” She muttered, putting her boots up on the armrest as she turned sideways in the small couch. “So, you wish you going with them, is that it?” she said a bit louder. Tessa cocked her head to the side a bit.

“Not exactly, though I do like the beach.” She admitted. “It's more a case of security.” She tried. Mao just grinned at her.

“More a case of him being surrounded by those girls in their bikinis, you mean.” She translated. Tessa sighed.

“Believe it or not, Melissa, but there is a reason that we are protecting her, remember?” she said, her tone a bit sharp. Much as I hate to admit that I don't like him being around her that much. Especially at the beach!

“Yeah, yeah. But that's not why you don't like the idea of him going to the beach with her and her friends.” Said Mao knowingly. “Chidori is very pretty, you know.” She baited. Tessa tried not to rise to the bait.

“Miss Chidori is attractive.” She agreed calmly. “But Souske is a professional. I don't think that he would allow himself to be distracted by her.” She insisted. Mao just leered at her.

“Tessa, why not just make your play?” she asked her. The captain blinked at her friend.

“My…play?” she asked blankly. “What do you mean?” she wondered. Mao sighed.

“Your play, Tessa. You know, when you tell Souske how you feel and ask him if he would be your boyfriend.” She clarified. “Or maybe lover?” she sniped. Tessa's face turned red in a blush.

“Melissa!” she squealed. “I can't do that! I'm the captain and he's a sergeant! Besides, he might not like me!” she desperately reasoned. Melissa just grunted.

“Honestly, Tessa, I think it's just the opposite.” She opinioned. Tessa looked into Mao's eyes.

“Do you really think so?” she asked, hope shining through in her voice. “Could he really like me? I know I'm clumsy and scatterbrained, Melissa. Could he really like someone like me?” she practically begged. Melissa nodded.

“Yeah, he could.” She answered. “Of course, I can't speak for him, but I see the signs of it.” She saw Tessa smile widely at that. “Of course, Tessa,” cautioned Mao, “you need to make a play for him before Kaname does.” She warned.

-

“Man! Feel that sea air!” exclaimed Ono-D, running out onto the sand. The group had met at the train station early the next morning and caught the sunrise express to the beach. Right now, the girls were changing and the boys were tasked with securing a good spot. Before Souske could say a word, Kana had pointed her finger at him and told him that she hadn't meant a militarily good spot - she had meant a good spot to enjoy the sand and sea. He had slowly saluted her.

“Over here, guys!” came Shinji's voice from a bit farther down the beach and to the left of the changing rooms. Souske, Ono-D and Hayashimizu altered course for the spot where the last of the males in the party was busily setting up a huge umbrella the group had rented at the girls' insistence. Souske carried to chairs, his pack on his back, while Ono-D carried a folding table. Hayashimizu carried a few books with him.

Arriving at the site, Souske swiftly evaluated the area. “Satisfactory.” He allowed, not seeing any particular danger from the surrounding areas. “I'll begin mining the area.” He announced, setting down the chairs and shrugging off his pack.

“You probably shouldn't do that.” Suggested Shinji, a bit nervously. “Chidori would kill you if you accidentially blew her up.” He reminded the sergeant.

“There is significant reason to that observation.” Interjected Hayashimizu. He was in a white tee shirt and knee-length swim trunks - also in white. He was already seated at the table, reading a book. “It is unlikely that someone would choose this location for an attack, and with the girls keeping their stuff here, there will be significant foot traffic all around here.” He noted. Souske slowly tucked some small mines back into his pack.

“Your point is taken, sir.” He agreed. He glanced over to the changing room doors, still not seeing Kaname and the other girls. Hayashimizu didn't look up from his book as he spoke.

“The girls will be in there for a bit longer.” He noted. Feeling Souske look over at him, he elaborated. “Girls take longer to prepare than guys.” Ono-D and Shinji nodded.

“Isn't that the truth!” said Ono-D. Tossing off his own shirt, he took off for the surf. “Last one in has to buy me a snow cone!” he yelled. Shinji tore off after him, while Souske and Hayashimizu just watched them.

“Not swimming, Souske?” asked the Student Council President. The young man shook his head.

“Not yet. I am here on a mission, after all.” He replied. Hayashimizu nodded.

“I see.”

Souske decided to ask him something that he hadn't been able to figure out. “If I might ask, sir, why did you decide to come with us?” he asked the man. Looking up, Hayashimizu just sent him a steady look.

“To enjoy myself.” He replied before returning to his reading.

-

In the changing room, Orin finished folding her clothes and tucking them into her bag before pulling out her red swimsuit. She had gotten a new one for today the week before. It was a one-piece, but was cut in a very flattering fashion and didn't cover much more than a modest bikini. Stepping into it, she swiftly settled it and took a moment to make sure it was settled properly. After a meticulous check, she nodded and reached for her bag. As she stepped to the counter, she noticed that she was the first one done changing. Glancing at the others, she wondered what they had chosen to wear.

Kyoko was next out of her small room, wearing a boy short striped bikini with a strapless top. She still had her hair braided, and her glasses were on. Still, Orin smiled a little as she noted that the suit was obviously new, and a far cry from her usual swimsuit. “That's a very nice outfit, Kyoko.” Offered the taller woman. Kyoko's cheeks colored faintly.

“Thanks, Orin-chan.” She replied. “Your suit looks fabulous on you!”

“Thank you, Kyoko-chan.” She said in return. “I don't think that I look as good as you, though.” she offered modestly. Kyoko had her doubts about that, eyeing Orin's figure and poise.

“If you like that,” came Mizuki's voice from her stall, “check this out!” The girl struck a pose in front of the other two girls. Both of them blinked at her suit. A neon-blue tank-top bikini clung to her, the bottoms French cut and the top looking a size too small. Not that Mizuki was top-heavy, but the two wondered if she had gotten the wrong top by mistake or by design. “Well, what do you think?” she asked eagerly.

“It's very attractive.” Offered Orin.

“Yeah, I'm sure you'll get a lot of attention in that.” Added Kyoko. Mizuki smirked.

“That's the idea!” she crowed, nearly running out of the changing room. “It's beach time!” she called back over her shoulder. Kyoko and Orin exchanged looks. Glancing back to the last member of their group, they noticed that she was out yet.

“You ok in there, Kana?” asked Kyoko.

“I'm fine!” called back Kana immediately. “I'll be out in a bit.” She added. Kyoko's lips twitched into a smile.

“We'll wait for you.” She said, her tone nearly a purr. “I'm dying to see your new suit.” She added. Orin stood waiting next to Kyoko. In the booth, Kaname was holding her new swimsuit in her hands, her travel clothes already folded into her bag. She had been staring at the white bikini for several minutes now, trying to get her courage up.

She was happy with her figure, and knew that she was in good shape, but she couldn't shake the nagging doubt that she was making a mistake wearing this for Souske. It's not for Souske! She reminded herself. This is just a bikini because I haven't bought one before and want to get a good tan. That Souske happens to be here is merely a coincidence. She sighed softly. Wonder if he'll like it? He's never really shown interest in what I wear, by and large, so maybe he won't even notice. She pressed her lips together, glancing down at her freshly-trimmed pubic hair. Last night, she had spent a half hour in the bath, exactingly trimming and shaving until it was perfect. The thought of that spurred her forward.

Tying the bottoms on, she made sure that each hip was even and straight before reaching for the top. It took her a few moments to get it tied on comfortably, but once it was on, she had to admit that the suit was very comfortable. Experimentally, she bounced up and down a little on the balls of her feet. “Not very supportive, but then, it's not too bad.” She murmured softly. Grabbing her bag, she exited the room, seeing Kyoko and Orin waiting for her.

“Well?” she asked, her cheeks coloring a bit. The two hummed as they slowly circled her. After two passes, they stopped in front of her again, both silent. “So?” she asked, a bit nervously. Kyoko smiled.

“It looks good, Kana.” She said. Orin nodded.

“I think you look the best out of all of us.” She offered. Kana had her doubts about that. “Still, a couple of minor adjustments wouldn't hurt.” She mused. Kaname blinked.

“What?” she wondered. Orin motioned Kyoko to one side, taking the other herself. Swiftly, the two girls untied her top and retied it a bit tighter than before. Orin also untied her neck string, crossing the straps in front of her throat before retying it behind her neck. The change in angle on the top made her cleavage more pronounced; not that she had had a lack of it before. It also highlighted the charm resting against her throat. She and Kyoko untied her bottom and retied it a bit higher on her hips and with larger, more noticeable bows.

“There!” exclaimed Kyoko happily, her camera flashing as she took a picture of Kana. “Perfect.” She announced. Orin nodded.

“Well, let's hit the beach, shall we?” she suggested.

-

The sun had set an hour ago, and the group was moving off the beach and into the small inn where they had rented two rooms for the next couple of days. When they had been planning their beach trip, the issue of transit times had come up, but Orin had just smiled and told them that she would contribute rooms for them to stay at during their trip.

The rooms were side by side - Souske had insisted on being close to Kana's location, and Orin and Kyoko had no real reason to object - and were in a charming little stand of palm trees, set back from the more prominent hotels and resorts. When the group had seen it for the first time, Kana had wondered how much it had cost Orin to get rooms here. Orin had just smiled and said it wasn't a problem. That remark had gotten her an odd look from Kaname, who was used to hearing Souske utter than response.

In point of fact, the small inn was owned by the Mikihara Group, and that meant that she was staying here for free. Being the daughter of a Yakuza family could be useful at times. When the group of friends had begun to plan the trip, she had quietly checked her notes and offered to arrange the lodging, as she had resources in the area. Seeing the place when they had arrived made her smile. This should do nicely. She thought, glancing at Kana, who had on a thin cover over her white bikini.

Souske was eyeing the building and it's surroundings critically, and was satisfied that it had the necessary defensive potential to protect Kana from attack. As he was planning where to set what traps and explosives, he happened to glance to his side, where Kana was standing. He blinked when he realized that she was watching him closely, a strange look in her eyes. “Kana, are you ok? You have an odd look on your face.” He said. Kaname blinked.

“What are you talking about, Souske?” she replied, looking away from him. “Just thinking about taking a bath. Orin-chan, do you know if they have a private bath here?” she asked the older girl. Orin turned to smile at Kana.

“As a matter of fact, they have a private bathhouse at the end of the row of rooms.” She replied. “I, too, would like to wash up before dinner. Shall we, girls?” she invited the others. The girls swiftly moved off. Over her shoulder, Kana had some parting directions for the boys.

“Get supper taken care of while we're bathing, Souske.” She directed them. He nodded.

“Affirmative.” He acknowledged. Turning to issue some basic directions to Ono-D and Shinji, he found the two of them moving off toward their rooms, goofy grins on their faces. “Where are you two going?” he asked them, frowning. We were tasked with seeing to mess for the unit.

“Oh, we were…just going to check out the room.” Offered Shinji, flinching a little as Souske's question.

“Yeah, we…wanted to make sure it had enough room for all four of us.” Added Ono-D, trading looks with Shinji. Souske considered that for a moment.

“That is a reasonable step, though Orin has already stated that she has seen to arrangements for our temporary base. If you are that worried, I suppose that Hayashimizu and myself can arrange for mess for the group while you verify the accommodations.” He compromised.

“Um, yeah!” tittered Ono-D. “Come on, Shin! Let's go check the room!” he said, running off with Shinji right behind him. Souske watched the two's swift departure.

“They seem unusually concerned with the assigned barracks.” He muttered. Beside him, Hayashimizu had his fan out again. Letting it go, he turned to the remaining male. “What do you suggest we do about our assignment?” he asked the President. Hayashimizu considered that for a moment.

For his part, the silver-haired young man found dissecting Souske's thought process to be fascinating. At an early age, the young man had proven to be an adept politician and planner. He was a master at manipulating people and reaching agreements with diverse parties. It was one of the reasons that he wielded so much power and influence at Jindai High, and he had plans to expand that. It was his goal to be the single most powerful man in Japan by the age of thirty. By the age of fifty, he planned to be the most influential man on the pacific rim, and by seventy, he planned to be the most connected man on the planet. But for now, he was intent on understanding the mind of Souske. This knowledge will prove useful when I am dealing with mercenaries, the military and under-developed nations, after all. He reminded himself.

“I believe we should do something nice for the girls.” Suggested the serious young man. “It is my proposal that we arrange for some food that is of better standards than the usual fast food the group had planned to eat.” He suggested.

“Understood. Where should we requisition this from?” wondered Souske. Hayashimizu had an answer for that, naturally; having answers was his trade, after all.

“I spotted a menu that should have the necessary items at a hotel dining room near here. All we have to do is go there, obtain the dishes, and return with them before the girls are out of the bath.” He explained. Souske nodded.

“Roger that.” He said, turning for the entrance to the smaller inn's compound. Hayashimizu walked by his side, fan still in front of his face. As they moved down the street, he couldn't resist asking Souske a question that he couldn't confirm the answer to on his own.

“Souske, do you honestly think that Ono-D and Shinji were going to inspect the room where we will be staying?” he asked the mercenary. Souske glanced at the other man.

“Of course. Their concern - while unnecessary - is a valid one.” He replied seriously. “Besides, what else could they be doing?” Hayashimizu considered rather or not to answer that.

“Indeed.” He replied at last. He has the most fascinating mental processes I have ever seen. He marveled. Is this what happens when a kid grows up in a war zone? The two entered the hotel restaurant.

-

In the bathing area, the girls surveyed the situation with approving smiles. The end of the hallway the rooms were on had a single, wide door that led to the entrance to a modest bathhouse. One side of the room was a doorway with a sign that said `women' and on the other side, an identical door that said `men'. Entering the women's side, the girls discovered a large communal tub with a row of faucets and shower nozzles along one wall, and a bank of small baskets in a shelving system next to the door for their clothes and personal things.

“Wow. This is nice.” Opinioned Mizuki, swiftly pulling off her cover and dropping her things into a basket before heading for one of the shower heads with her small bath basket in hand. Settling at one, she stripped off her suit and rinsed it before squeezing the excess water out and laying it over the top of her basket to dry while she washed off and soaked for a bit. The other girls did likewise.

As they washed their hair and scrubbed the sand and sea water off themselves before hitting the large tub, the girls chatted of inconsequential things. Kaname noticed that for some reason, Kyoko and Orin kept steering the topic back to men. Not that they hadn't talked about men before, but this seemed deliberate on their part. And if I'm not imagining it, they seem to be taking turns on me! She thought - perhaps a bit angrily. Fortunately for her, Mizuki was there to use as a shield. Even though she felt a bit guilty about doing it, she kept snatching her friend into the line of fire as a human shield.

The group migrated to the tub, where the battle continued. Eyeing the wall that separated them from the men's side, Kana noticed the thicker wood from the floor to mid-wall. “Probably to stop the perverts from peeking.” She muttered under her breath.

“Hmm? What was that?” asked Orin, having barely caught Kana's words. The other two broke off their conversation to hear her answer.

“Huh? Oh. I was just noticing the thick panel over there. It's probably to keep perverts from peeking.” She said, motioning to the wall that separated the bathing areas. The other girls noticed it for the first time.

“I see.” Said Orin.

“Guys are perverts.” Shrugged Mizuki. Kyoko giggled.

“Still, they better not try to peek at us.” She said. Mizuki frowned.

“Why not?” she asked the girl. Kyoko pointed to Kana. “What's Kana have to do with them not peeking at us?” wondered Mizuki.

“If Kana screams, Souske shoots.” Laughed the best friend of Chidori. I wonder if Kana-chan'll scream when Souske shoots? She thought to herself, feeling a bit perverted at the ecchi thought. God knows I do. She admitted honestly.

“Come on, Kyoko.” Scoffed Kana. “It's not like that.” She denied.

“Oh?” challenged Kyoko. “What about last month when Shoko put that rubber snake in your locker and you screamed? Souske was through that door with his gun out before you could blink!”

“Yeah, and most of us were naked or nearly so.” Retorted Kana. Still, it was kind of nice to know he'd come to my side no matter what. She silently mused.

“Well, at least the other girls just threw him back out instead of beating up on him and handcuffing him to a chair like they did the first couple of times.” Shrugged Kyoko. She had been one of the girls who were naked, having just finished a shower. When Souske had busted in on them, she had deliberately let her towel slip off. Still, if he looked at me, it was too fast for me to see. He was busy with Kana and looking for signs of attackers. She remembered, feeling somewhat disappointed. Well, Kana is his primary mission, so it only makes sense that he would be concerned with her more than me.

“Yeah, it seems that the girls are getting used to it.” Sighed Kana. “A few of them just shrugged and ignored him.” She muttered, her tone a bit darker than before. Orin smiled to herself.

“So, you're mad he burst in and saw you naked?” she asked casually.

“I doubt he noticed.” Replied Kana sourly. “He was too busy waving that gun of his around and asking where the attackers were. War freak.” She muttered softly, sinking into the bath until her chin was under the water. Hearing Kyoko and Orin sharing a knowing giggle, she turned to look at them. “What?” she asked, her tone clipped.

“So the truth is you're upset that he didn't look at you while you were naked!” exclaimed Kyoko. Orin nodded in agreement.

“That's not right!” disagreed Kana, shooting to her feet, fist clenched. “He…!” she snapped her jaw shut, seeing the look of anticipation in Kyoko's eyes. Her best friend was setting her up, without a doubt. Silently, she sank back into the bath. “Souske's the only baka who would burst into a girls' locker room and not look at the girls.” She muttered angrily. It's like he doesn't see me like that. She thought, feeling depressed for some reason.

“Maybe he's gay.” Suggested Mizuki. Feeling her skin burn, she looked at her three companions, who were glaring at her. “What? He doesn't look at naked girls, he's big into this military fetish, and he spends most of his time with that creepy Hayashimizu guy in the Student Council room.” She defended her suggestion. “It's not like being gay would make him less of a friend, you know?” she said.

“Orin-chan and I are there, too, you know.” Said Kana sardonically.

“I am sure he isn't gay.” Added Orin. “He grew up in a war zone, and he tends to place survival above chasing girls, so he is focused on the military aspects of any given situation he finds himself in.”

“He's probably very interested in girls, but just doesn't know how to approach them.” Contributed Kyoko. “He's a nice guy, deep down. I know it.” She said, her tone conveying her conviction. Oh, can I ever attest that he isn't gay! She thought, feeling a stirring in her pussy at the thought. The girl had been doing some covert research since she had found herself in the position of `training officer', and though she still didn't consider herself an expert, she had been trying some things that sounded like it might feel good. Souske is willing to experiment, and he never asks questions or tries to take the lead, either. She thought to herself. Much as I hate to admit it, he is the perfect training partner for this. She admitted.

“Ok, so maybe Souske wouldn't peek, but what about Ono-D and Shinji?” challenged Mizuki. The other girls considered that.

“Yeah, those two definitely would peek.” Was the unanimous vote. The group shared a giggle. For a few minutes, they just chatted quietly, relaxing and enjoying their bath. They froze when they heard a scraping sound from the other side of the wall. Exchanging looks, the girls were silent, listening. After a few moments, they heard another scrape. Silently, Kana slipped out of the tub and crouched next to the wall, listening. Faintly, she heard some whispering. It was another minute before she was certain who was on the other side.

Stepping back into the tub, she motioned for the other girls to gather around. When they were huddled with her, she whispered that it was Ono-D and Shinji over there, and it sounded like they were trying to make a peephole. This didn't really surprise any of the girls. “I suggest we give them something to think about.” Smiled Kaname wickedly.

“What do you mean, Kana?” wondered Kyoko. Orin just smiled, seemingly having figured it out already.

“Have you ever thought about trying your hand at being a voice actress?” asked the older teen. Mizuki and Kyoko blinked at her.

“You mean like for anime?” wondered Mizuki. Orin nodded. Before she could explain any further, they heard Souske calling from the outer room, informing them that dinner was ready. From the other side of the wall, they heard some scrambling and bumps. Laughing, they called back that they would be out shortly, rising from the bath and reaching for their towels. Kyoko noticed Kana caress the charm at her throat as she dried off.

-

“Fire missile.” Ordered Tessa, touching her braid absently. “Green light to Urzu team as soon as the missile detonates.” She continued. The De Danaan was currently thirty meters down and about one hundred klicks off the secondary shipping lanes that wound through the Solomon Islands. Mao and Kurz were in their M9s - equipped with underwater augmentation units - just off the lanes themselves, waiting for the ship to be disabled by the missile that had just been launched.

As her bridge crew repeated her orders back and acknowledged them, she considered her tactics once more. Instead of a traditional ASM, she was using one of her own design missile, a LEMBASM, or Localized Electro-Magnetic Blast Anti-Ship Missile. Like it's normal ancestor, the LEMBASM was designed to skim the waves to the target, penetrate the hull and detonate. The difference was that the `warhead' was not high-explosive like most ASM, but a plasma implosion warhead. This generated a nasty - but very contained - EMP that fried any and all circuits and power lines not specifically shielded against a plasma EMP field. Because a plasma implosion operated on a different frequency than an atomic EMP, it was hard to detect and even harder to armor against, since it was something that only MITHRIL had. Let's hear it for Black Technology and the Whispered. Thought the young captain sardonically.

Like a nuclear EMP, a plasma EMP would not harm humans unless they had pacemakers, cybernetics or life-support dependencies. Given that the target was a band of smuggler/pirates, that possibility was remote. The warhead also did little physical damage, meaning that the ship would be easier to search after it detonated. Her weapons officer sang out the status of the missile.

“Five seconds. Urzu M9s going active. Two, one, detonation confirmed. Urzu boarding ship now. Confirmed disabled.” Reported the woman. Tessa nodded.

“Green light to surface and launch assault helio.” Ordered the girl. Her orders echoed back to her. “Once assault helio is away with boarding party, close hanger deck and submerge. Close with target and prepare to attach tow lines.” She directed. Once the ship was secure, they would tow it out of the shipping lines and scuttle it once they had the information they wanted. The crew would be gift-wrapped for the local authorities to take care of, and the ship would be listed as `lost at sea' with no one the wiser. It was the MITRHIL way. Sinking back into her seat, the girl sighed.

“Captain, I can take command of the cleanup, if you would like to get some rest and freshen up a bit.” Offered Mardukas quietly. Tessa had been on the bridge for the last twenty hours. Looking up at her XO, she saw the concern on his face.

“I'm fine, Commander Mardukas.” She assured him earnestly. “Besides, this was my plan, and I have to see it through.” She said. Mardukas nodded.

“I understand, Captain, but the operation is now in the closing stages, and for the moment, your skills are not necessary to the operations. Later, you will be needed, but for the moment, I strongly urge you to get some rest.” He said. Tessa read between the lines easily enough.

“I see.” She said softly, standing from her chair. “Commander Mardukas, please take the bridge.” She said, saluting him as she stepped past him on the other side of her chair. “I am going to grab a shower and a short nap. You are to call me immediately if there is a problem. Understood?” she ordered. He returned her salute smartly, if British-style.

“Aye, aye, Captain!” he confirmed. “Executive Office has the bridge.” He announced as Tessa exited the room. Making her way to her cabin, she closed the door behind her and locked it before making her way to the small bed and bathroom to the side of her desk. Quickly tugging off her uniform, she started the small shower, pausing to look at herself in the narrow but full-length mirror.

Seeing herself in the reflection, she frowned. Slowly, she turned to critically examine her body. Since the incident with A21 and her first official meeting with `Angel' the month before, she had come to admit that Kana was more developed than herself. Seeing her in action had made Tessa more aware than before that Kana was better in the field, too. More disturbingly, when she had Resonated with Kaname to give her the information to let Souske disable Behemoth, she had experienced Kana's attraction to Souske.

In the aftermath of the battle, she had decided to tell Kaname that she was going to pursue Souske herself, and Kana had accepted her challenge, if somewhat uneasily. Tessa looked at herself, noticing her nice but boring underwear. Frowning, she reached back and unclipped her bra, tossing it aside before skinning out of her panties and dropping them onto her other discarded clothes. She studied herself in the mirror again.

Slender hips, a thin waist, nicely proportioned breasts…she wasn't unattractive. She knew that without doubt, but she was less sure how she stacked up to Kaname, who was a bit taller than her and more mature physically. Reaching for her braid, she untied it and shook her hair free of the braid, letting it settle against her back in a shimmering wave. Her eyes fell to her neat pubic patch, platinum like her other head of hair. “Natural platinum.” She muttered, noticing her delicate pink nipples against her milky skin. Taking a deep breath, she exhaled and stepped into the shower, swiftly scrubbing herself down.

When she exited the shower ten minutes later, she paused to study herself once more in the mirror. “I won't give up, Kana!” she vowed. “Even if I am at a disadvantage, I won't just let you win!” Moving to her bed, she lay down on it, wrapped in her damp towel. Closing her eyes, she considered her situation, and tried to come up with a plan of action.

When Mao checked on her two hours later, she found the girl asleep. Shaking her head, she gently got the towel off Tessa and tucked her into her bed. Tossing the towel and her clothes into her hamper, Mao exited the room for a beer and a smoke, regulations be damned. “Good luck, Tessa.” She murmured as the door to the Captain's cabin locked behind her.

-

Dinner had been an interesting affair, to say the least. With the dishes that Hayashimizu had managed to get made-to-go, he and Souske had scored major points with the girls, who had been impressed with the above-expected-quality food. Souske had sat down to eat, only to have Kana and Kyoko bracket him, with Orin between Kyoko and Hayashimizu. Ono-D and Shinji bracketed Mizuki, with Shinji next to Chidori. As they ate, the conversation was easy and relaxed.

After dinner, the group went for a walk on the beach, with groups naturally forming as they went. Orin walked beside Hayashimizu, the two of them discussing philosophy and school politics. They were both graduating at the end of the fall semester.

Shinji, Ono-D, Kyoko and Mizuki were in a loose group, with Ono-D talking with Kyoko and Shinji talking with Mizuki. Or rather, talking at Mizuki, as the girl couldn't care less about arm-slaves or military issues. For his part, Shinji wasn't all that interested in fashion or school cliques. Still, they seemed to be having some sort of conversation with each of them talking about something different from the other. Behind them, Kaname and Souske walked in silence for the most part.

Kana wondered why she was feeling so good. It wasn't like she was doing anything special; she was just hanging with her friends and walking on the moon-lit beach with Souske. She blinked at that thought. Peeking to her side, she saw that Souske's eyes were roving all over, doubtlessly looking for some threat she couldn't perceive. As she watched, his eyes slid to her eyes and she felt her cheeks heat up. Turning to look ahead of the two, she noticed that the moonlight was creating a shallow wash of light off the ocean, and making the waves that were breaking on the sand sparkle.

It was then that a thought occurred to the girl: this was the setting of her dreams. She had always had this vision of walking on a beach with a guy, holding hands and making wonderful summer memories. And now, here I am. With Souske. She thought to herself. Glancing down, she frowned, seeing her shorts and tee shirt outfit. I knew I should have changed back into my bikini after my bath! She silently groaned. Too late to do anything about it now, she just mentally shrugged, looking toward her friends again. She and Souske had drifted back a bit from the others, with the foursome having passed Hayashimizu and Orin while she was daydreaming. Biting her lip, she started to edge her hand toward Souske's hand. Maybe I shouldn't be doing this. Thought one small part of her mind.

“Hey!” came Kyoko's call from the front of the group. Kana snatched her hand back and away like she had just touched a hot stove. Souske glanced at her, a puzzled look on his face. “What's that blinking light?” wondered Kyoko, pointing to an island a bit farther out to sea. Dutifully, the group turned to study the island.

“Do you think someone is living out there?” wondered Mizuki. Kyoko shook her head.

“No one said anything about the island being inhabited.” She noted. Shinji checked his local guidebook.

“Hey, guys!” he said excitedly, reading by the light of a small flashlight. “Listen to this! It says here that that island was a Navel Cadet training ground back in World War 2, but before the first class could graduate, the war ended. Rather than surrender before fighting, the entire senior class committed ritual suicide. They say that the island is haunted to this day by the spirits of the cadets!” he explained eagerly.

The girls - minus Kaname - squealed in terror. “Ghosts!” squeaked Kyoko.

“I knew something felt strange here!” moaned Mizuki.

“Oh, come on! There isn't any such thing as ghosts!” protested Kana. “Right, Souske?” she prompted him.

“Affirmative.” He replied absently, watching the light intently. “It would appear that there was a boating accident and the person or persons is trying to signal for help.” He said, his tone serious. The entire group turned to look at him.

“What makes you say that?” wondered Ono-D. He had been looking forward to getting his hands on some girl thanks to the ghost story, and here was Souske, shooting it down for them.

“That is Morse code. It is signaling `SOS' over and over.” Replied Souske. “I will go attempt a rescue.” He decided. Spotting a boat rental shed, he headed over to it, pulling a small tool from his pocket. Kaname watched as he swiftly picked the lock and pulled a modest-sized boat down to the gently-breaking surf. As he retrieved some oars, she moved to the boat.

“You're going with him, Kana?” asked Kyoko. She turned to smile at her best friend.

“Of course! Who knows what that war freak would do if left to his own devices.” She said. Souske came back with two sets of oars and proceeded to launch the boat expertly into the surf. With Kaname tending to the steering, he bent his back into the oars, swiftly making for the island. Kaname watched him silently row. “Um, Souske?” she asked him softly.

“Yes?” he replied. She opened her mouth to ask him what he thought of her bathing suit, but closed it before actually speaking.

“It's nothing. Nice night, huh?” she said instead.

“Affirmative. It is a nice night.” He agreed, steadily rowing. She closed her eyes as she exhaled softly. Nice, Kana, real nice! She chided herself. A few minutes later, she felt the way the boat was moving change. “Prepare to beach the boat, Kana.” Directed Souske, putting more effort into the oars. Spotting a small patch of gravelly sand, Kaname steered for it. In short order, the two were pulling the boat onto the beach.

“So, where is this person or persons at?” she wondered, tossing her head to clear some hair from her eyes. Souske was looking around, his hand on his gun.

“They should be around here some…” he began, but suddenly dove over to her, carefully but firmly pressing her to the ground as his gun swung to lock onto a rock near the edge of the trees. Other than a soft grunt, Kana was quiet.

“Souske?” she said, having become somewhat used to this situation.

“Someone was there, but they ran into the trees.” He replied tensely. “There may be a dangerous presence on this island.” He added, slowly rising, freeing one hand to help her up.

“Yeah, there's a dangerous presence here, all right!” she muttered. “And it's called `Souske'!”

“We need to find the person who was signaling for help. Stay close to me, Kana.” He directed, taking her hand in his. “Don't worry - I will protect you.” Kana felt her heart-rate pick up at that. Tugging on her hand, he led her into the trees.

-

Tessa sat up, yawning. Rubbing her eyes, she looked around, seeing her clock by her desk. Frowning, she wondered why it was an hour earlier than when she had come into her room. Moments later, she understood. If it was an hour before she arrived, she had slept at least eleven hours. “Shit!” she hissed softly, tossing the sheets and cover back.

Seeing her naked body, she froze. Where's my sleeping shirt? She wondered. Not to mention my panties! Did I really fall asleep naked?! Pushing those thoughts from her mind, she swiftly grabbed some fresh underwear and a new uniform, slipping them on before hurriedly braiding her hair. Nine minutes after she awoke, she was stepping out her door.

Arriving at the bridge door, she took a deep breath before exhaling. Touching the door pad, she stepped onto the bridge. “Commander Mardukas, report.” She said firmly. The XO stood and saluted her.

“Madam Captain, the operation is concluded, the target ship is scuttled in the designated location and the De Danaan is currently cruising toward our pacific base for a basic refit and rearm.” He replied concisely. Tessa returned his salute and assumed her seat in her chair.

“Why didn't you wake me as directed?” she asked him in a low voice. Mardukas stood at attention next to her chair.

“The captains orders were to call her if there were any problems. No problems arose, ma'am.” He replied blandly. “It was my decision that allowing the captain sufficient rest was both necessary and expedient, so I did so.” He added.

“I see.” Said Tessa, frowning. Ever the proper officer. She thought to herself. Everything is always his sole responsibility and none of the crew ever has anything to do with it. Tessa hoped she could eventually be as good a submariner as him. Glancing around, she saw that the main bridge crew was on duty. “Have the crews been rotated?” she asked in her normal tone.

“Aye, ma'am. They have been on schedule.” Confirmed Mardukas. Tessa nodded.

“Very well.” She said, bringing up her own data files and making a fresh entry into her log. As she swiftly entered the relevant data that would be burst-transmitted to MITHRIL command, she was interrupted by the sonar operator.

“Captain! Sound in the water! Profile suggests it's the USS Pasadena, Los Angeles-class nuclear attack sub.”

“Bearing?” she asked intently.

“Port to starboard on a heading of fifty six degrees magnetic at twenty four knots, distance five thousand meters.” Came the reply. “Acoustics confirm her machinery signature.” He added, seeing a nod from another of the bridge crew. Tessa smiled.

Touching a button, she activated the ship squawk boxes. “Attention, crew: we will commence a simulated attack and evasion exercise in one minute. Please assume duty stations. That is all.” She finished, releasing the button. Settling back into her comfortable chair, she glanced at Mardukas, who was smiling faintly.

“You've spooked the Pasadena once, Captain.” He noted. “Do you have something against that boat?” he asked her.

“Of course not!” assured Tessa. “But we do need to see if the revisions we made to our tactics are working, don't we?” Mardukas smiled a bit broader.

“And it would be rude of us not to give them a chance to show us how much they have improved, correct?” he guessed. Tessa smiled back.

“Of course!” she agreed. Glancing at the ship's clock, she licked her lips. Touching the button for the squawk boxes, she spoke into her mic. “Attention, the exercise is now commencing! That is all.”

-

“Kampi!” cried the group, raising their glasses. It had been a good second day, and now it was their last night at the inn. Tomorrow at noon, they would catch a train back to Tokyo. While they would still be free of school for another couple of weeks, they had things to do - especially Hayashimizu and Orin, who would be graduating soon.

And since Kana was the Vice President of the Student Council, as well as her homeroom's inchou, she had to start preparations for the new semester early. So, the group had decided to go back early enough to allow them some extra time if needed. Besides, the girls were a little bit sunburned already, so they figured that it would be best not to overdo it.

So tonight, they had a celebration. Food this time was arranged by the girls, and it was plentiful and tasty, if less ornate than the spread that Hayashimizu and Souske had gotten. Ono-D and Shinji had managed to get a couple of bottles of sake as well, and the group had decided that a couple of drinks wouldn't hurt them. Sipping her drink, Kana watched the others enthusiastically downing their drinks before digging into the food. Beside her, Souske sipped his own.

“Who's up for a game?” asked Ono-D, waving a pack of cards around. In short order, the group was playing cards, with Hayashimizu and Orin declining, and Souske and Kana only playing a couple of hands. As the night wore on, the group got more rowdy, if in an oddly restrained way. As yet another game of cards started up, Kana sipped from her cup of sake and watched the sky out the window of the room.

“Souske, want to go get some fresh air?” she asked the young man next to her. He nodded, and the two slipped out of the room as the four players dealt another hand. Moving on to the beach, the pair walked along for a ways before Kana tugged on Souske's hand, indicating that she wanted to sit on the sands a bit above the tide line. The young mercenary obliged her, sitting next to her.

“Did you want to talk about something, Kaname?” he guessed. Looking at him, she shook her head.

“No. Let's just sit for a bit.” She replied. Talking seems to be more trouble. She reflected. In silence, the two watched the sea and the stars. Gradually, Kana leaned over until she was resting against him. Other than a regular check to make sure she was fine, he made no move to disturb her. Eventually, he realized that she was asleep. Glancing at his luminous watch, he realized that they had been gone for three hours and it was past midnight.

Carefully, he got her positioned and settled her over his back before beginning the trek back to the inn. As he moved down the beach, he felt her stir a bit. Taking extra care not to wake her, he slowed a bit more. “Souske?” came her soft, slightly slurred voice.

“Yes, Kaname?” he replied softly, feeling her legs, which were hooked around his hips, tighten a bit.

“I fell asleep?” she asked.

“Affirmative.” He agreed. Her arms crossed around his neck gently, her head resting against his shoulder.

“I can walk.” She whispered.

“No need.” He replied.

“I'm not heavy?” she asked him. He shook his head.

“Negative. You are not heavy.” She sighed.

“Souske, do you like me?” she asked him. He paused.

“Do I like you, Kaname?” he repeated. She nodded. “Of course I like you, Kana.” He replied.

“I'm not just a mission to you?” she pressed. “Someone who gets you injured and causes you problems?”

“Negative. You have saved me and my team mates many times.” He disagreed. Pausing, he debated of he should tell her what he was thinking or not. Finally, he just said it. “We work well together, and I enjoy spending time with you.” He said.

“R…really?” came her quiet - but surprised - voice. “You do?”

“Affirmative.” He confirmed. She hugged him a bit tighter, her breasts pressed into his back. Slowly, he resumed his trek to the inn where the others were staying. As he headed for he entrance, she had one more thing to say to him.

“Me, too.” Heading to the girls' room, he cautiously slid the door open to see Orin sleeping on her futon. Easing into the room, he gently helped Kana onto her futon, the girl practically unconscious. As he started to leave, he saw her working on getting her over shirt off. Deciding to help her, he eased the shirt off her, leaving her in her bikini. Easing her cover back, he got her situated before covering her, pausing to brush some hair back from forehead. Exiting the room, he didn't notice Orin's eyes watching the entire thing.

Returning to the boys' room, he saw that Shinji and Kyoko were out, and Mizuki and Ono-D were nearly there as well. Hayashimizu was apparently asleep on his futon. Surveying the room, he noticed that there were a half-dozen sake bottles scattered around, as well as the remains of the meal.

Seeing the potential for accidents, he swiftly policed up the trash and disposed of it as quietly as he could. With that done, he checked on Kyoko first, finding her to be out cold. Gathering her up, he returned to the girls' room and tucked her into bed beside Kaname, who was sound asleep. Another trip, and he laid Mizuki in her futon. Taking a moment to survey the girls, he closed he door, satisfied that they were safe for the night.

In the other room, he dragged Shinji to his futon, put the otaku's glasses beside him and tossed the covers over him before repeating the process with Ono-D. Settling his gear, he checked his Glock to make sure it was loaded, set a grenade close to hand and tucked his knife into his shorts at his hip before shutting off the lights and heading for the bath for a bit of clean up. After a swift rinse, he eased into the tub, gun in easy reach.

As a soldier, he was used to a certain amount of lack of privacy - especially in MITHRIL. Usually it wasn't a problem, but since Kyoko had been directed to give him field training in special circumstances, he had begun to notice things. Like how good Kana looked and felt pressed against him. His dick agreed, too; and quite vigorously. But, with Kyoko having made it clear that he was not to discuss the training with anyone, he couldn't do anything about it.

His sharp ears picked up movement from outside the bathroom, and he was out of the tub, gun in hand in a flash. He knew that none of the group was up, and there were only three other guests in the inn, they were all bedded down as well. Pressing himself to the wall, he prepared to spring on the person moving around. As he heard the person making progress toward him, he frowned. They were moving slow, but were still bumping into things.

The curtain twitched and he lunged around, grabbing the person by the neck as he swung them around and down, kneeling on their back. “Ow!” came a muffled but identifiable voice. Souske blinked, seeing Mizuki lying on the floor, naked.

“Mizuki?” he wondered, releasing her and helping her stand. She was swaying a little, and blinked at him owlishly.

“That's not very nice, Souske.” She accused him, her finger pointing a bit to one side of him.

“My apologies, Mizuki, but what are you doing in the men's bath? And where is your swimsuit?” he wondered. She smiled at him.

“Here to take a bath, of course!” she giggled, almost falling over. “Wanna take one together?” she purred at him, grabbing at him to keep her balance. “You can help me rinse.” She added, looking at his hard dick. Souske wondered what he should do. “Come on, I won't tell Kana.” She promised, her hand caressing his dick.

“Mizuki, I…” began Souske, trying not to react to her touch. His dick wasn't so shy, reaching full erection with the first soft contact with her hand. Mizuki licked her lips.

“That looks tasty.” She noted, half kneeling, half falling down. With her hand at the base of his penis, she licked the tip with her tongue before engulfing it in her mouth. Souske gasped as she began to suck on it with great relish. She is more skilled at this than Kyoko! Thought the barely-in-control Souske. Perhaps she is a specialist at this. He recalled that Kyoko had told him that she wasn't as `experienced' as some girls when she had done this to him. I had thought at the time that she sounded a bit embarrassed about that. Mizuki hummed a bit before pushing her head forward, burying him in her throat. Thought became very difficult for the young man at that point, especially when Mizuki used her free hand to massage his balls. Kyoko must have asked her to assist her in my training due to her greater proficiency in this matter.

And proficient she was. Mizuki was bobbing her head up and down the length of his shaft, taking his entire length each stroke and swirling her tongue around his tip each time she pulled her head back. The whole time, she was humming and moaning and sucking enthusiastically. Her caressing of his balls wasn't helping his stamina, either, and before he realized it, he was tensing up to shoot. “Mizuki!” he gritted out, trying to keep from shooting in her mouth.

Mizuki just redoubled her efforts, concentrating on his trembling tip, and a moment later, he blew. With a grunt, he grabbed her head, holding her in place as he sent blast after blast of cum down her throat. He needn't have bothered holding her head - Mizuki was eagerly swallowing as fast as she could. Once his last shot had disappeared down her throat, she sucked and stroked his semi-erect member for every last drop of cum before letting his member slip free of her mouth with a wet splot! Licking her lips, she smiled up at him drunkenly.

“Mmm. That was good.” She said, her words a bit slurred. Unsteadily, she made her way to her feet, holding on to Souske's shoulder for stability as she smiled at him. “But now, I'm all horny. See?” she complained, pulling his hand to her pussy, which he found to be very wet already. Remembering his lessons with Kyoko and the words of Orin, he carefully manipulated her sex, his excellent fine motor controls honed from piloting an AS in combat, as well as his martial arts experience. As he worked on her, he felt his dick grow hard again.

Before long, her juice was running down her legs, and her hand was back on his dick. Shivering from his attentions, she pulled away and made her way to the edge of the tub, leading him by his dick. Not without some difficulty, she managed to lean over and put her hand on the edge of the tub, pulling him toward her firm as with her other hand. “I want it.” She pouted, pushing back against him with her hips.

Having had sex with Kyoko in this position before, he was familiar with it enough to take some measure of control. Pushing Mizuki's hand off his dick, he settled behind her and nudged his tip against her soaked entrance. To his surprise, she was looser than Kyoko or Orin, though not so loose that he didn't have to push a bit to enter her. As his tip spread her entrance, she groaned in ecstasy. It took him only two strokes to bury himself against her cervix. “Do me.” Panted the drunk girl, twitching her hips.

Obligingly, Souske began to pump into her, slowly at first, but quickly building speed and power. “Like that.” Purred Mizuki. Souske slowly built the speed and power. Soon, he was going full tilt. Mizuki was gasping, groaning and panting heavily. “More!” she commanded breathlessly.

“Affirmative!” grunted Souske, feeling himself approaching climax again. Reaching under the girl, he got a firm grip on her breasts - which, he absently noted, were a bit smaller than Kyoko's - and used the greater leverage to pound as deeply into her as he could, each thrust shoving against her cervix. The feel of hitting the entrance to her womb spurred him on, erasing any other thoughts from his head. Mizuki squealed a high-pitched, but soft note as she fell over the edge into an orgasm. The wild, spasmodic grip of her pussy triggered his own release, and he held himself as deeply in her as he could as he put a second load into her.

It was more than a minute later when he realized that she wasn't twitching in his grasp any more. Easing back and out of her, he turned her over, finding that she had passed out - weather or not it was due to her orgasm, or her drinking, or both, he couldn't be sure. But that she was out for the night was a certainty. Feeling his dick soften, he considered the situation. “What now?” he wondered.

-

Kana opened her eyes and struggled to sit up. Always so weak and tired in the mornings. She thought, rubbing her eyes. After several deep breaths, she was awake enough to realize that she was sleeping in her bikini, which had managed to shift and come partly untied in her sleep. Feeling some weight against her leg, she looked down to see that Kyoko had somehow managed to get sideways on her futon, one of her ankles over Kana's calf.

Shaking her head, she gently moved Kyoko's leg back into a more lady-like position, noticing that Kyoko was in her bikini as well. Yawning, she struggled to her feet, seeing what appeared to be a naked Mizuki sprawled haphazardly across her own futon. Her head throbbed a bit, but not much. “Good morning, Kana-chan.” Came an unexpected voice, making her flinch.

“Orin-chan! Don't do that!” she exclaimed, feeling her heart rate drop back to normal. The older and more elegant girl just smiled as she brushed her hair, a robe around her body. That she had been to the bath already was obvious by her still-damp skin. “You're up early.” She said, yawning again.

“Not really.” Disagreed Orin, smiling at her again. “It's a bit past ten am. We need to be checking out soon. I suggest that you take a bath before Kyoko and Mizuki.” She said in her soft, delicate tone.

“Ten?!” gaped Kaname. Grabbing her towel and a robe, she started for the door to the room. “Are the others waiting?” she asked, pausing to tie her bikini back over her exposed breast and to tug her bottom back straight.

“I have only seen Souske-kun and Hayashimizu so far. I would guess that the other two are in as bad or worse shape than Kyoko and Mizuki.” Giggled Orin. “I don't think that they meant to have that much sake.” She noted. Kana's answer was interrupted by a soft knock at her door. Glancing at Orin, who nodded, she slid the door open to find Souske there.

“Good morning, Kaname.” He said seriously. “Are you feeling ok?” he asked her intently. She nodded, finding herself smiling as she did.

“Yes. Just a bit tired as usual.” She said. “I'm gonna take a bath.” She said, stepping past Souske as she said it, her breasts rubbing his upper arm. Seeing him turn toward her, she moved off before he could speak. “I'll be out soon.” She called back over her shoulder, disappearing into the bathroom. As she stripped off her bikini and turned on a faucet to wash herself off before a quick dip in the tub, she found herself wondering why she had deliberately rubbed herself against Souske.

While Kana was wondering that, Souske found himself looking at a smiling Orin. “Did you enjoy your beach trip, Souske?” she asked him, putting her brush in her bag and pulling out some underwear and her traveling clothes. With no sign of concern, she slipped the robe off and stepped into her panties.

“Yes, it was most enjoyable.” He replied, blinking at her casual nudity. Orin settled her panties and reached for her bra, efficiently donning it before reaching for her skirt.

“I'm glad you enjoyed yourself.” She said honestly. “But tell me, what did you think of Kana-chan's swimsuit?”

-

“Oh, my head.” Complained Mizuki as the group rode the train back to Tokyo. She, Kyoko, Shinji and Ono-D were in pretty rough shape, with hangovers mercilessly tormenting them. Shinji and Ono-D had the worst ones, with Mizuki a close third. Kyoko was the least affected, though she was not feeling very well. Fortunately, Souske, Kana, Orin and Hayashimizu were fine, so they had been able to help their friends out as necessary. Sitting side by side, Souske found Kana leaning on his shoulder, sleeping lightly, a small smile on her face. On his other side, Kyoko was leaning against his other shoulder, with Shinji leaning against her. Both of them were out cold.

Next to Shinji, Ono-D was drinking water and rubbing his head, while beside him, Mizuki was complaining about her own headache as she drank soda. Souske was wide awake, and thinking about earlier that morning, when they had been having breakfast as a smaller restaurant. Taking Orin's advice, he had waited until he and Kana were more or less alone before softly mentioning that he had liked her swimsuit. He had been a bit surprised when she had blushed, thanked him, and given him a quick peck on the lips, before turning back into the rough-and-tumble Kana he had come to know so well.

When Orin had asked Mizuki if she had had a good time the night before, she had said she didn't remember anything but falling asleep in the boys' room. She claimed to have had a dream of her and some star going on a date, but other than that, the night was a blank to her. Souske decided that she was covertly telling him to follow Kyoko's direction on not talking about the training. Obediently, he said nothing, and acted in his usual manner.

Hayashimizu and Orin were sitting across the aisle from the rest of the group, and were once more discussing some policy that they intended to institute at school. Souske's mind turned back to the girl sleeping against his shoulder. Looking at her, his eyes fell to the charm around her neck. As near as he could tell, she had followed his instructions to never take it off, even after the mission with Orin was over.

His mind suddenly flashed a picture of Tessa as she had been talking to him over the MITHRIL communication net. The girl had been in her uniform, and her hair had been braided, but something seemed different about her. She seemed like she wanted to discuss something else with me instead of the equipment I had requested made. He mused. He was distracted by a stir from Kana.

“Souske.” She breathed, still asleep. “Bring Kana to the Pacific base in three weeks time for the De Danaan's birthday party.” Souske blinked. Kana doesn't know the name of the submarine I'm assigned to! And she doesn't know about the MITHRIL Pacific base! What is…? Suddenly, a possible solution hit him. Tessa had said something about one of the traits of a Whispered. Resonance.

“Tessa?” he breathed, not realizing that he had spoken aloud. Kana's eyes opened. Sitting up a bit, she stretched her arms.

“What was that, Souske?” she asked, glancing at the train's information board.

“It was nothing.” Replied Souske. “Did you sleep good, Kana?” he asked her.

 

End Field Training chapter 3