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1 This is a tribute to my personal favorite of the Witches 5, Viluy Yuri. ^-^ Sure,
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2 she only got one episode and got talked down to by Ami while nanites where
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3 ripping her body apart. Sure she fell prey to the BSSM anime rule that a villain
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4 must have a lame death at their own hands or at the hands of their employer or
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5 peer. Sure, she made me wonder just how deep Ami’s egomaniacal obsession
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6 with being the smartest went if she could bitch at a girl that’s getting killed by
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7 her own devices (who needs that? I mean, c’mon, she was –dying-. You’d think
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8 that’d be bad enough without a self serving speech from Ami. Odd how the
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9 nanites merely wracked the Senshi with pain, but killed her. But I digress.). But
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10 she was great for the less than half an hour we got of her. ^-^ So thanks, Viluy,
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11 for being such a cool villain. ^-^
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12
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13
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14 Shattered Mirror
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15 By Amazoness Duo
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16 amazonessduo@hotmail.com
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17
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18
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19 My name is Viluy Yuri. I’m the top student at Mugen Gakuen and
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20 possibly in the entirety of Tokyo. That is, with the possible exception of Ami
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21 Mizuno. She’s amazing. Quiet, thoughtful, shy, all trussed up with beautiful blue
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22 hair. Her eyes seem to be ever searching for more, wanting so much to
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23 understand that which she never possibly could. She is perfect. At least from all
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24 of the data I’ve collected on her. Obsessed? Maybe. I have her picture up as my
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25 desktop. I’ve been teased quite often by some of my ‘teammates’ here with the
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26 Witches 5, but I ignore them. Cold logic will win against any of their outlandish
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27 schemes. I never could understand what Tellu hoped to accomplish with plants.
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28 But if that’s how she wants to do things, who am I to argue?
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29 I can almost hear Eiko’s soft voice chiding me to get some sleep, but
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30 she’s not there when I swivel around in my chair. I can’t hold back the pained
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31 disappointment that wells up despite my normal control. She’s the only thing
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32 that can hurt me anymore. Or the lack of her presence, as the case may be. She
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33 was.. She is the driving force behind all that I do. I was going to add some safety
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34 systems to my nanites, but I can barely concentrate anymore. I miss her even
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35 more than usual right now. I’ve been so empty since she left. I’ve been all alone
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36 for so long, fighting just to stay alive. I had lost my sense of purpose until
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37 Professor Tomoe came to me with an offer I could never reufuse.
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38 Picking up the single framed picture by my desk, I remember with
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39 crystal clarity the girl standing with me in it. I was only nine when the picture
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40 was taken. She must’ve been nearly six. My sweet little sister, Eiko. She was my
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41 best friend when no one else wanted to be near me. She was my light at the end
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42 of the tunnel when things seemed to dark to go on. She made me laugh when I
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43 was being too serious for my own good. Even when mom and dad would argue,
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44 she tried to cheer me up, even though I knew it must have been eating her away
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45 inside. I wouldn’t let dad hit her whenever I could help it. Which meant he had
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46 to hurt me all the more when I’d get in the way. When someone who’s supposed
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47 to protect and love you can inflict such pain upon a child, all hope is quickly lost
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48 in the world. How anyone can do that, I still don’t know. I will always hate him
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49 for that. And I will always hate my mother for standing by, doing nothing as
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50 he’d hit one of us again and again. Sometimes life was wonderful. Eiko and I
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51 would stay up all night in the living room on the weekend while my parents
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52 slept, telling each other stories and playing. But sometimes life became
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53 unbearable. We would be too afraid to breath, afraid that the slightest movement
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54 would evoke our father’s wrath. Many times we didn’t even have to do anything
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55 to bring out his rage. And as time went by, it became that way more and more
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56 often.
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57 When I got home from cram school one day and found her curled in a
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58 ball in her room all battered and bruised, I couldn’t take it. Tears spilling down
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59 my face and rage scalding me inside, I knew that I couldn’t stay there any
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60 longer. That I couldn’t let that happen ever again to my little sister. I had called
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61 the police before, but dad had a friend at the station so they never actually came.
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62 He would tell my dad all of the awful things I told him, all the truth, and he
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63 would come back into my room... And all the while my mother become more
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64 and more a shell of her former self, watching it all behind glassy eyes as she too
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65 took to the bottle. I ran away from home with onee-chan that day before our
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66 parents could get back from the store. And I never looked back.
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67 I promised myself long ago that I would protect my imouto no matter
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68 what. I did whatever I could to make sure that she was safe. I would take care of
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69 her better than our parents ever could. I had been the smartest one at my school,
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70 but that just made people want to ignore me. They pretended I didn’t exist when
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71 I was lucky, torturing me when I wasn’t. Eiko was the only one who hadn’t
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72 abandoned me. And I would be damned if I ever abandoned her. So I did the
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73 best I could to support the two of us. We lived in a small condemned building
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74 that no one ever seemed to have any intention of tearing down. I stole from
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75 honest people to get what we needed to survive. I took what I could from
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76 wherever I could in order to provide for myself and for my little sister. When
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77 she was sick, I even managed to fake signatures and other things to get her
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78 looked at. I knew she hated doctors, but I had to make sure she would be okay. I
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79 felt bad about the measures I had to take, but survival is a tricky thing at best. I
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80 had to do what I did in order that we both may live.
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81 And in that existence, Eiko and I spent happier times together than we
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82 had living with our parents. For a while, I attempted to teach her. A child
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83 teaching a child. I had always been advanced for my class, but my parents didn’t
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84 seem to care. In fact, it was expected of me to do well. Anything less was met
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85 harshly. And so I had learned to push myself to the limits of my endurance and
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86 beyond. Eiko was a quick learner and she did well. But she missed going to
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87 school, missed being around others. I was the only one in her life, alone in our
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88 small building we called home. That was enough for me. She had been all I’d
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89 had in my life for quite some time, after all. But she needed more. I faked the
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90 necessary papers and managed to get her and myself enrolled in school shortly
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91 afterwards. There was no more time for cram school for me, though. I had to
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92 make sure there was food on the table for the two of us to get by.
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93 My sweet little sister finally seemed happier. She was making friends
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94 and enjoying herself. I, on the other hand, hated every moment of it. I once
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95 again found myself deep into my studies in an attempt to have something,
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96 anything, to grasp onto throughout the tumultuous times at school. My only
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97 solace was back at our ‘home’ with Eiko. No matter how bad things went during
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98 the day, it all seemed to melt away when I got home. We would talk late into the
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99 night, far past when it grew dark out. Sometimes Eiko worried about the future,
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100 but I assured her of a bright and sunny one awaiting the both of us. And she
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101 would smile at me and agree the way she always did. And then we’d fall asleep,
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102 huddled for warmth on the floor under the blankets I’d managed to steal while
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103 they’d been out drying in some woman’s back yard.
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104 But one fateful day, my happy slice of heaven, my little ray of life
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105 amongst an otherwise bleak light, my tiny flame of warmth was snubbed out.
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106 The streets had been curiously silent that morning as I’d filled up my backpack,
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107 running a few minutes late. Eiko had already took off for school on her own,
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108 despite my continued urgings for her to wait. She’d giggled playfully and told
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109 me to catch up. But when I’d caught up, she wasn’t running anymore. It wasn’t
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110 fair. I was supposed to catch her on the way. She wasn’t supposed to forfeit. The
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111 cars had been curiously still as well. A man outside his car was going on and on
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112 about how it wasn’t his fault. I hardly cared if it was or not. It didn’t concern
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113 me. I had to catch up with imouto. But a sparkle of crimson caught my eye and
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114 when I turned to look, our little game had come to a violent end. There she lie,
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115 crumpled in the street like a broken china doll. Her small body was lying limp, a
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116 pool of blood under her. Words cannot convey how I felt. Tears cannot wipe
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117 away the stain that day has left on my mind. I held onto her for as long as I
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118 could, trying desperately to hear anything more than the sickening gurgle that
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119 came from what was left of my broken little sister. The rest of that day is gone. I
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120 can’t remember anymore than her slowed breathing in my arms until it finally
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121 stopped altogether, her life slipping out of my very grasp like so many grains of
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122 sand. That was nearly two years ago.
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123 I weeped, as most young girls do, but that the last time. My crystal tears
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124 were the last of my warmth, the last I had of her. I became cold after that. This
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125 life had no rhyme or reason. Nothing made sense. All I had was logic to try and
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126 sort out what I could, to make some sense of this frigid world. From that day
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127 forward, I put all of my faith into cold, heartless logic. Its icy touch was all I
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128 could hold onto to keep me sane. I needed something to occupy my mind or I
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129 would be consumed by my grief for her, lost in an endless night of pain. And
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130 because of my drive to succeed and my achievements over my classmates, I was
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131 invited to go to Mugen Gakuen for high school. After a short while, I was
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132 approached by professor Tomoe. He said he had an offer for me. An offer I
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133 couldn’t refuse.
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134 He was right. I will help bring an unspeakable force into this world so
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135 that I may have my little sister brought back to me. Taken before her time, I can
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136 make up to her the promise I had made her that had been broken so suddenly.
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137 Professor Tomoe’s own daughter had been brought back by this same force.
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138 And so I bide my time, doing what is asked of me so that I will one day achieve
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139 my goal. That she will one day be returned to me.
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140 Not a day goes by when I don’t see her out of the corner of my eye or
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141 hear her voice. I’m haunted. But I wouldn’t have it any other way. To shut out
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142 those little pieces of her would be to deny what I’m striving towards. It would be
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143 to deny what’s left of my soul inside this cold body. And so I continue,
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144 waiting... and hoping.
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145
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146 Tellu laughed as she read the last entry on Viluy’s computer. Such
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147 sentimental rubbish. Did she actually think her sister would be brought back like
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148 that? The Professor’s child was merely a vessel for Mistress 9. Of course, it
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149 didn’t matter one way or the other. Viluy had gotten killed shortly after that
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150 entry. The green haired Witches 5 member paused for a moment before she
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151 turned off the computer. “I hope you’re with your sister now, Viluy.”
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