Ship: Fandom: Teppuu Major tags: Implied Violence (War setting) Other tags: None Word count: 955
Not proof-read nor beta'd but I hope you like it anyway? I had fun writing my other certified lesbian daughter, mai ganeko <3
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Mai would rather die on the frontline trying to take down either the invaders or the harpy of the north or all of them at the same time, than to have to come here and be forced to play nice, trying her hand at pleasantries and formalities like everyone present isn’t aware that it doesn’t mean anything.
Of course, when she expresses as much to Sanae, she gives her an even and says: “That’s nonsense, Ganeko. You know Ishido doesn’t bother with formalities, let alone pleasantries.”
Man would’ve normally appreciated Sanae’s straightforwardness — It was one of her best virtues, and she wasn’t lacking them. At the moment though, it almost made he groan.
She didn’t, naturally. She held her position and waited for her Captain to hopefully give her something useful.
“Ganeko”, she had said instead, touching her arm lightly so unexpectedly that she felt her heart shot up to her brain and beat there wildly. “I know you don’t like this, but I can’t trust this to anyone else. I don’t even trust myself to carry this mission successfully.” She frowned then. Mai clenched her fist, knowing exactly what she meant by that. “Of all the people under me, you’re the one I trust the most. So please, do your best.”
Mai found herself nodding before she could even give herself the chance to have second-thoughts.
The truth is, it was a heavy weight. Did Mai believe she could stick to the protocol properly? Maybe…
Could she when faced with Natsuo, anarchic rebel terrorist aligned to chaos and (okay, she was just naming random things, she admits it) etc etc? That was a bit more—
“Oh, you’re here? Want to come in or should I leave you to glare at the “door” a little longer?” The tent opens in one harsh pull. When Mai looks up, she finds black eyes that were trying to find amusement in mocking someone they very much found dull glued to her face.
A voice somewhere inside let out a reproachful “Nacchan!”. As she peeked inside, the silhouette of Natsuo’s secretary greeted her with a small wave and an apologetic smile.
She would never understand why those two were together. Maybe opposites did attract.
“Come on in already”, she says, moving aside. “I won’t keep you longer than any of us can stand. Just show me the treaty so I can sign it and you can be on your w—“
“Wait.” Mai steps hurriedly inside, though she falls on position automatically when Natsuo looks back at her with a raised eyebrow. Dammit… she shouldn’t have to recognize an outlaw like her as a superior from another faction, but that’s her training to you. “We have to go over it first.”
“We have to? Interesting.” She walks to her desk and sits, cheek propped on her hand, the other playing mindlessly with a pen. “One, I’m the highest ranked person here. We don’t have to do anything I don’t think we should do. Two, you have the treaty. I’ll be graceful and show you some goodwill by singing it like that. Shouldn’t you be happy?”
Mai hesitates. Her eyes slowly drift from Natsuo to her secretary. She’s sighed but is otherwise saying nothing. That meant… it was decided. Right?
Something wasn’t right.
“What do you gain— No, what are your true intentions?” Her brain throws an idea at her. She would’ve gasped, were she the type. “Are you planing to frame me or—?”
“Frame you? I gain nothing from framing you. I’d gain more from taking the fault and giving Sanae-chan a reason to come entertain me a little.” The woman before her offers a wolfish smile, rubbing in wordlessly that she had just dared mock her Captain like that in front of her. She stepples her fingers, looking every part the villain from a movie. “I’ll tell you what I gain from this. Sanae-chan and me join forces against the Cordeiro invaders that have been so annoying to her lately, and in exchange she lets me show their second in command the true scope of my strength. Why? Because I want to. Once that’s done, the alliance dissolves and we go back to baring our teeth at each other and occasionally biting.” She spreads her hands before her, leaning back on her chair like it’s really that easy, that obvious. “I won’t bother going over the treaty because it’s a hassle and Sanae-chan is too good and proper to slip in anything we might regret. Right, Kei?”
Kei is frowning like she doesn’t agree with Natsuo’s wording nor her plan overall, but also like it’s not the last part what’s got her concerned. If only Man could talk to her—
“And if Sanae did slip something that we might regret”, Natsuo adds, making it evident that her last question was… rhetorical? “Well. Let’s just say that if you know something I don’t, you better think twice before handing me that paper. Okay, eyebrows?”
What a dreadful woman. What an awful human. If only Mai were strong enough that they could prescind from her—
But she’s not. Even before her taunting, there’s nothing she can realistically do that wouldn’t end badly for her and, most importantly, wouldn’t bring disappointment and shame to Sanae.
Glaring daggers all the while, she reaches inside her sachet. She only sets the booklet of pages in front of Natsuo once she’s reached her desk. Natsuo, unbothered, spins the pen in her hands one more time as she skimmed through the pages — To see how much she was supposed to sign, of course.
“Don’t take it so bad, eyebrows”, she says without looking at her. “It’s not personal— To me.”
FILL: TEAM AOYAGI HAJIME/KOGA KIMITAKA/TESHIMA JUNTA - RATING T
Fandom: Teppuu
Major tags: Implied Violence (War setting)
Other tags: None
Word count: 955
Not proof-read nor beta'd but I hope you like it anyway? I had fun writing my other certified lesbian daughter, mai ganeko <3
***
Mai would rather die on the frontline trying to take down either the invaders or the harpy of the north or all of them at the same time, than to have to come here and be forced to play nice, trying her hand at pleasantries and formalities like everyone present isn’t aware that it doesn’t mean anything.
Of course, when she expresses as much to Sanae, she gives her an even and says: “That’s nonsense, Ganeko. You know Ishido doesn’t bother with formalities, let alone pleasantries.”
Man would’ve normally appreciated Sanae’s straightforwardness — It was one of her best virtues, and she wasn’t lacking them. At the moment though, it almost made he groan.
She didn’t, naturally. She held her position and waited for her Captain to hopefully give her something useful.
“Ganeko”, she had said instead, touching her arm lightly so unexpectedly that she felt her heart shot up to her brain and beat there wildly. “I know you don’t like this, but I can’t trust this to anyone else. I don’t even trust myself to carry this mission successfully.” She frowned then. Mai clenched her fist, knowing exactly what she meant by that. “Of all the people under me, you’re the one I trust the most. So please, do your best.”
Mai found herself nodding before she could even give herself the chance to have second-thoughts.
The truth is, it was a heavy weight. Did Mai believe she could stick to the protocol properly? Maybe…
Could she when faced with Natsuo, anarchic rebel terrorist aligned to chaos and (okay, she was just naming random things, she admits it) etc etc? That was a bit more—
“Oh, you’re here? Want to come in or should I leave you to glare at the “door” a little longer?” The tent opens in one harsh pull. When Mai looks up, she finds black eyes that were trying to find amusement in mocking someone they very much found dull glued to her face.
A voice somewhere inside let out a reproachful “Nacchan!”. As she peeked inside, the silhouette of Natsuo’s secretary greeted her with a small wave and an apologetic smile.
She would never understand why those two were together. Maybe opposites did attract.
“Come on in already”, she says, moving aside. “I won’t keep you longer than any of us can stand. Just show me the treaty so I can sign it and you can be on your w—“
“Wait.” Mai steps hurriedly inside, though she falls on position automatically when Natsuo looks back at her with a raised eyebrow. Dammit… she shouldn’t have to recognize an outlaw like her as a superior from another faction, but that’s her training to you. “We have to go over it first.”
“We have to? Interesting.” She walks to her desk and sits, cheek propped on her hand, the other playing mindlessly with a pen. “One, I’m the highest ranked person here. We don’t have to do anything I don’t think we should do. Two, you have the treaty. I’ll be graceful and show you some goodwill by singing it like that. Shouldn’t you be happy?”
Mai hesitates. Her eyes slowly drift from Natsuo to her secretary. She’s sighed but is otherwise saying nothing. That meant… it was decided. Right?
Something wasn’t right.
“What do you gain— No, what are your true intentions?” Her brain throws an idea at her. She would’ve gasped, were she the type. “Are you planing to frame me or—?”
“Frame you? I gain nothing from framing you. I’d gain more from taking the fault and giving Sanae-chan a reason to come entertain me a little.” The woman before her offers a wolfish smile, rubbing in wordlessly that she had just dared mock her Captain like that in front of her. She stepples her fingers, looking every part the villain from a movie. “I’ll tell you what I gain from this. Sanae-chan and me join forces against the Cordeiro invaders that have been so annoying to her lately, and in exchange she lets me show their second in command the true scope of my strength. Why? Because I want to. Once that’s done, the alliance dissolves and we go back to baring our teeth at each other and occasionally biting.” She spreads her hands before her, leaning back on her chair like it’s really that easy, that obvious. “I won’t bother going over the treaty because it’s a hassle and Sanae-chan is too good and proper to slip in anything we might regret. Right, Kei?”
Kei is frowning like she doesn’t agree with Natsuo’s wording nor her plan overall, but also like it’s not the last part what’s got her concerned. If only Man could talk to her—
“And if Sanae did slip something that we might regret”, Natsuo adds, making it evident that her last question was… rhetorical? “Well. Let’s just say that if you know something I don’t, you better think twice before handing me that paper. Okay, eyebrows?”
What a dreadful woman. What an awful human. If only Mai were strong enough that they could prescind from her—
But she’s not. Even before her taunting, there’s nothing she can realistically do that wouldn’t end badly for her and, most importantly, wouldn’t bring disappointment and shame to Sanae.
Glaring daggers all the while, she reaches inside her sachet. She only sets the booklet of pages in front of Natsuo once she’s reached her desk. Natsuo, unbothered, spins the pen in her hands one more time as she skimmed through the pages — To see how much she was supposed to sign, of course.
“Don’t take it so bad, eyebrows”, she says without looking at her. “It’s not personal— To me.”
She really hated her.