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     1.4 +This is a tribute to my personal favorite of the Witches 5, Viluy Yuri. ^-^ Sure, 
     1.5 +she only got one episode and got talked down to by Ami while nanites where 
     1.6 +ripping her body apart. Sure she fell prey to the BSSM anime rule that a villain 
     1.7 +must have a lame death at their own hands or at the hands of their employer or 
     1.8 +peer. Sure, she made me wonder just how deep Ami’s egomaniacal obsession 
     1.9 +with being the smartest went if she could bitch at a girl that’s getting killed by 
    1.10 +her own devices (who needs that? I mean, c’mon, she was –dying-. You’d think 
    1.11 +that’d be bad enough without a self serving speech from Ami. Odd how the 
    1.12 +nanites merely wracked the Senshi with pain, but killed her. But I digress.). But 
    1.13 +she was great for the less than half an hour we got of her. ^-^ So thanks, Viluy, 
    1.14 +for being such a cool villain. ^-^
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    1.16 +
    1.17 +Shattered Mirror
    1.18 +By Amazoness Duo
    1.19 +amazonessduo@hotmail.com 
    1.20 +
    1.21 +
    1.22 +	My name is Viluy Yuri. I’m the top student at Mugen Gakuen and 
    1.23 +possibly in the entirety of Tokyo. That is, with the possible exception of Ami 
    1.24 +Mizuno. She’s amazing. Quiet, thoughtful, shy, all trussed up with beautiful blue 
    1.25 +hair. Her eyes seem to be ever searching for more, wanting so much to 
    1.26 +understand that which she never possibly could. She is perfect. At least from all 
    1.27 +of the data I’ve collected on her. Obsessed? Maybe. I have her picture up as my 
    1.28 +desktop. I’ve been teased quite often by some of my ‘teammates’ here with the 
    1.29 +Witches 5, but I ignore them. Cold logic will win against any of their outlandish 
    1.30 +schemes. I never could understand what Tellu hoped to accomplish with plants. 
    1.31 +But if that’s how she wants to do things, who am I to argue?
    1.32 +	I can almost hear Eiko’s soft voice chiding me to get some sleep, but 
    1.33 +she’s not there when I swivel around in my chair. I can’t hold back the pained 
    1.34 +disappointment that wells up despite my normal control. She’s the only thing 
    1.35 +that can hurt me anymore. Or the lack of her presence, as the case may be. She 
    1.36 +was.. She is the driving force behind all that I do. I was going to add some safety 
    1.37 +systems to my nanites, but I can barely concentrate anymore. I miss her even 
    1.38 +more than usual right now. I’ve been so empty since she left. I’ve been all alone 
    1.39 +for so long, fighting just to stay alive. I had lost my sense of purpose until 
    1.40 +Professor Tomoe came to me with an offer I could never reufuse. 
    1.41 +	Picking up the single framed picture by my desk, I remember with 
    1.42 +crystal clarity the girl standing with me in it. I was only nine when the picture 
    1.43 +was taken. She must’ve been nearly six. My sweet little sister, Eiko. She was my 
    1.44 +best friend when no one else wanted to be near me. She was my light at the end 
    1.45 +of the tunnel when things seemed to dark to go on. She made me laugh when I 
    1.46 +was being too serious for my own good. Even when mom and dad would argue, 
    1.47 +she tried to cheer me up, even though I knew it must have been eating her away 
    1.48 +inside. I wouldn’t let dad hit her whenever I could help it. Which meant he had 
    1.49 +to hurt me all the more when I’d get in the way. When someone who’s supposed 
    1.50 +to protect and love you can inflict such pain upon a child, all hope is quickly lost 
    1.51 +in the world. How anyone can do that, I still don’t know. I will always hate him 
    1.52 +for that. And I will always hate my mother for standing by, doing nothing as 
    1.53 +he’d hit one of us again and again.  Sometimes life was wonderful. Eiko and I 
    1.54 +would stay up all night in the living room on the weekend while my parents 
    1.55 +slept, telling each other stories and playing. But sometimes life became 
    1.56 +unbearable. We would be too afraid to breath, afraid that the slightest movement 
    1.57 +would evoke our father’s wrath. Many times we didn’t even have to do anything 
    1.58 +to bring out his rage. And as time went by, it became that way more and more 
    1.59 +often.
    1.60 +When I got home from cram school one day and found her curled in a 
    1.61 +ball in her room all battered and bruised, I couldn’t take it. Tears spilling down 
    1.62 +my face and rage scalding me inside, I knew that I couldn’t stay there any 
    1.63 +longer. That I couldn’t let that happen ever again to my little sister. I had called 
    1.64 +the police before, but dad had a friend at the station so they never actually came. 
    1.65 +He would tell my dad all of the awful things I told him, all the truth, and he 
    1.66 +would come back into my room... And all the while my mother become more 
    1.67 +and more a shell of her former self, watching it all behind glassy eyes as she too 
    1.68 +took to the bottle. I ran away from home with onee-chan that day before our 
    1.69 +parents could get back from the store. And I never looked back.
    1.70 +	I promised myself long ago that I would protect my imouto no matter 
    1.71 +what. I did whatever I could to make sure that she was safe. I would take care of 
    1.72 +her better than our parents ever could. I had been the smartest one at my school, 
    1.73 +but that just made people want to ignore me. They pretended I didn’t exist when 
    1.74 +I was lucky, torturing me when I wasn’t. Eiko was the only one who hadn’t 
    1.75 +abandoned me. And I would be damned if I ever abandoned her. So I did the 
    1.76 +best I could to support the two of us. We lived in a small condemned building 
    1.77 +that no one ever seemed to have any intention of tearing down. I stole from 
    1.78 +honest people to get what we needed to survive. I took what I could from 
    1.79 +wherever I could in order to provide for myself and for my little sister. When 
    1.80 +she was sick, I even managed to fake signatures and other things to get her 
    1.81 +looked at. I knew she hated doctors, but I had to make sure she would be okay.  I 
    1.82 +felt bad about the measures I had to take, but survival is a tricky thing at best. I 
    1.83 +had to do what I did in order that we both may live. 
    1.84 +	And in that existence, Eiko and I spent happier times together than we 
    1.85 +had living with our parents. For a while, I attempted to teach her. A child 
    1.86 +teaching a child. I had always been advanced for my class, but my parents didn’t 
    1.87 +seem to care. In fact, it was expected of me to do well. Anything less was met 
    1.88 +harshly. And so I had learned to push myself to the limits of my endurance and 
    1.89 +beyond. Eiko was a quick learner and she did well. But she missed going to 
    1.90 +school, missed being around others. I was the only one in her life, alone in our 
    1.91 +small building we called home. That was enough for me. She had been all I’d 
    1.92 +had in my life for quite some time, after all. But she needed more. I faked the 
    1.93 +necessary papers and managed to get her and myself enrolled in school shortly 
    1.94 +afterwards. There was no more time for cram school for me, though. I had to 
    1.95 +make sure there was food on the table for the two of us to get by. 
    1.96 +	My sweet little sister finally seemed happier. She was making friends 
    1.97 +and enjoying herself. I, on the other hand, hated every moment of it. I once 
    1.98 +again found myself deep into my studies in an attempt to have something, 
    1.99 +anything, to grasp onto throughout the tumultuous times at school. My only 
   1.100 +solace was back at our ‘home’ with Eiko. No matter how bad things went during 
   1.101 +the day, it all seemed to melt away when I got home. We would talk late into the 
   1.102 +night, far past when it grew dark out. Sometimes Eiko worried about the future, 
   1.103 +but I assured her of a bright and sunny one awaiting the both of us. And she 
   1.104 +would smile at me and agree the way she always did. And then we’d fall asleep, 
   1.105 +huddled for warmth on the floor under the blankets I’d managed to steal while 
   1.106 +they’d been out drying in some woman’s back yard.
   1.107 +	But one fateful day, my happy slice of heaven, my little ray of life 
   1.108 +amongst an otherwise bleak light, my tiny flame of warmth was snubbed out. 
   1.109 +The streets had been curiously silent that morning as I’d filled up my backpack, 
   1.110 +running a few minutes late. Eiko had already took off for school on her own, 
   1.111 +despite my continued urgings for her to wait. She’d giggled playfully and told 
   1.112 +me to catch up. But when I’d caught up, she wasn’t running anymore. It wasn’t 
   1.113 +fair. I was supposed to catch her on the way. She wasn’t supposed to forfeit. The 
   1.114 +cars had been curiously still as well. A man outside his car was going on and on 
   1.115 +about how it wasn’t his fault. I hardly cared if it was or not. It didn’t concern 
   1.116 +me. I had to catch up with imouto. But a sparkle of crimson caught my eye and 
   1.117 +when I turned to look, our little game had come to a violent end. There she lie, 
   1.118 +crumpled in the street like a broken china doll. Her small body was lying limp, a 
   1.119 +pool of blood under her. Words cannot convey how I felt. Tears cannot wipe 
   1.120 +away the stain that day has left on my mind. I held onto her for as long as I 
   1.121 +could, trying desperately to hear anything more than the sickening gurgle that 
   1.122 +came from what was left of my broken little sister. The rest of that day is gone. I 
   1.123 +can’t remember anymore than her slowed breathing in my arms until it finally 
   1.124 +stopped altogether, her life slipping out of my very grasp like so many grains of 
   1.125 +sand. That was nearly two years ago.
   1.126 +I weeped, as most young girls do, but that the last time. My crystal tears 
   1.127 +were the last of my warmth, the last I had of her. I became cold after that. This 
   1.128 +life had no rhyme or reason. Nothing made sense. All I had was logic to try and 
   1.129 +sort out what I could, to make some sense of this frigid world. From that day 
   1.130 +forward, I put all of my faith into cold, heartless logic. Its icy touch was all I 
   1.131 +could hold onto to keep me sane. I needed something to occupy my mind or I 
   1.132 +would be consumed by my grief for her, lost in an endless night of pain. And 
   1.133 +because of my drive to succeed and my achievements over my classmates, I was 
   1.134 +invited to go to Mugen Gakuen for high school. After a short while, I was 
   1.135 +approached by professor Tomoe. He said he had an offer for me. An offer I 
   1.136 +couldn’t refuse. 
   1.137 +He was right. I will help bring an unspeakable force into this world so 
   1.138 +that I may have my little sister brought back to me. Taken before her time, I can 
   1.139 +make up to her the promise I had made her that had been broken so suddenly. 
   1.140 +Professor Tomoe’s own daughter had been brought back by this same force. 
   1.141 +And so I bide my time, doing what is asked of me so that I will one day achieve 
   1.142 +my goal. That she will one day be returned to me.
   1.143 + Not a day goes by when I don’t see her out of the corner of my eye or 
   1.144 +hear her voice. I’m haunted. But I wouldn’t have it any other way. To shut out 
   1.145 +those little pieces of her would be to deny what I’m striving towards. It would be 
   1.146 +to deny what’s left of my soul inside this cold body. And so I continue, 
   1.147 +waiting... and hoping.
   1.148 +
   1.149 +	Tellu laughed as she read the last entry on Viluy’s computer. Such 
   1.150 +sentimental rubbish. Did she actually think her sister would be brought back like 
   1.151 +that? The Professor’s child was merely a vessel for Mistress 9. Of course, it 
   1.152 +didn’t matter one way or the other. Viluy had gotten killed shortly after that 
   1.153 +entry. The green haired Witches 5 member paused for a moment before she 
   1.154 +turned off the computer. “I hope you’re with your sister now, Viluy.”