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