This is a tribute to my personal favorite of the Witches 5, Viluy Yuri. ^-^ Sure, 

 she only got one episode and got talked down to by Ami while nanites where 

 ripping her body apart. Sure she fell prey to the BSSM anime rule that a villain 

 must have a lame death at their own hands or at the hands of their employer or 

 peer. Sure, she made me wonder just how deep Ami’s egomaniacal obsession 

 with being the smartest went if she could bitch at a girl that’s getting killed by 

 her own devices (who needs that? I mean, c’mon, she was –dying-. You’d think 

 that’d be bad enough without a self serving speech from Ami. Odd how the 

 nanites merely wracked the Senshi with pain, but killed her. But I digress.). But 

 she was great for the less than half an hour we got of her. ^-^ So thanks, Viluy, 

 for being such a cool villain. ^-^

 

 

 Shattered Mirror

 By Amazoness Duo

 amazonessduo@hotmail.com 

 

 

 	My name is Viluy Yuri. I’m the top student at Mugen Gakuen and 

 possibly in the entirety of Tokyo. That is, with the possible exception of Ami 

 Mizuno. She’s amazing. Quiet, thoughtful, shy, all trussed up with beautiful blue 

 hair. Her eyes seem to be ever searching for more, wanting so much to 

 understand that which she never possibly could. She is perfect. At least from all 

 of the data I’ve collected on her. Obsessed? Maybe. I have her picture up as my 

 desktop. I’ve been teased quite often by some of my ‘teammates’ here with the 

 Witches 5, but I ignore them. Cold logic will win against any of their outlandish 

 schemes. I never could understand what Tellu hoped to accomplish with plants. 

 But if that’s how she wants to do things, who am I to argue?

 	I can almost hear Eiko’s soft voice chiding me to get some sleep, but 

 she’s not there when I swivel around in my chair. I can’t hold back the pained 

 disappointment that wells up despite my normal control. She’s the only thing 

 that can hurt me anymore. Or the lack of her presence, as the case may be. She 

 was.. She is the driving force behind all that I do. I was going to add some safety 

 systems to my nanites, but I can barely concentrate anymore. I miss her even 

 more than usual right now. I’ve been so empty since she left. I’ve been all alone 

 for so long, fighting just to stay alive. I had lost my sense of purpose until 

 Professor Tomoe came to me with an offer I could never reufuse. 

 	Picking up the single framed picture by my desk, I remember with 

 crystal clarity the girl standing with me in it. I was only nine when the picture 

 was taken. She must’ve been nearly six. My sweet little sister, Eiko. She was my 

 best friend when no one else wanted to be near me. She was my light at the end 

 of the tunnel when things seemed to dark to go on. She made me laugh when I 

 was being too serious for my own good. Even when mom and dad would argue, 

 she tried to cheer me up, even though I knew it must have been eating her away 

 inside. I wouldn’t let dad hit her whenever I could help it. Which meant he had 

 to hurt me all the more when I’d get in the way. When someone who’s supposed 

 to protect and love you can inflict such pain upon a child, all hope is quickly lost 

 in the world. How anyone can do that, I still don’t know. I will always hate him 

 for that. And I will always hate my mother for standing by, doing nothing as 

 he’d hit one of us again and again.  Sometimes life was wonderful. Eiko and I 

 would stay up all night in the living room on the weekend while my parents 

 slept, telling each other stories and playing. But sometimes life became 

 unbearable. We would be too afraid to breath, afraid that the slightest movement 

 would evoke our father’s wrath. Many times we didn’t even have to do anything 

 to bring out his rage. And as time went by, it became that way more and more 

 often.

 When I got home from cram school one day and found her curled in a 

 ball in her room all battered and bruised, I couldn’t take it. Tears spilling down 

 my face and rage scalding me inside, I knew that I couldn’t stay there any 

 longer. That I couldn’t let that happen ever again to my little sister. I had called 

 the police before, but dad had a friend at the station so they never actually came. 

 He would tell my dad all of the awful things I told him, all the truth, and he 

 would come back into my room... And all the while my mother become more 

 and more a shell of her former self, watching it all behind glassy eyes as she too 

 took to the bottle. I ran away from home with onee-chan that day before our 

 parents could get back from the store. And I never looked back.

 	I promised myself long ago that I would protect my imouto no matter 

 what. I did whatever I could to make sure that she was safe. I would take care of 

 her better than our parents ever could. I had been the smartest one at my school, 

 but that just made people want to ignore me. They pretended I didn’t exist when 

 I was lucky, torturing me when I wasn’t. Eiko was the only one who hadn’t 

 abandoned me. And I would be damned if I ever abandoned her. So I did the 

 best I could to support the two of us. We lived in a small condemned building 

 that no one ever seemed to have any intention of tearing down. I stole from 

 honest people to get what we needed to survive. I took what I could from 

 wherever I could in order to provide for myself and for my little sister. When 

 she was sick, I even managed to fake signatures and other things to get her 

 looked at. I knew she hated doctors, but I had to make sure she would be okay.  I 

 felt bad about the measures I had to take, but survival is a tricky thing at best. I 

 had to do what I did in order that we both may live. 

 	And in that existence, Eiko and I spent happier times together than we 

 had living with our parents. For a while, I attempted to teach her. A child 

 teaching a child. I had always been advanced for my class, but my parents didn’t 

 seem to care. In fact, it was expected of me to do well. Anything less was met 

 harshly. And so I had learned to push myself to the limits of my endurance and 

 beyond. Eiko was a quick learner and she did well. But she missed going to 

 school, missed being around others. I was the only one in her life, alone in our 

 small building we called home. That was enough for me. She had been all I’d 

 had in my life for quite some time, after all. But she needed more. I faked the 

 necessary papers and managed to get her and myself enrolled in school shortly 

 afterwards. There was no more time for cram school for me, though. I had to 

 make sure there was food on the table for the two of us to get by. 

 	My sweet little sister finally seemed happier. She was making friends 

 and enjoying herself. I, on the other hand, hated every moment of it. I once 

 again found myself deep into my studies in an attempt to have something, 

 anything, to grasp onto throughout the tumultuous times at school. My only 

 solace was back at our ‘home’ with Eiko. No matter how bad things went during 

 the day, it all seemed to melt away when I got home. We would talk late into the 

 night, far past when it grew dark out. Sometimes Eiko worried about the future, 

 but I assured her of a bright and sunny one awaiting the both of us. And she 

 would smile at me and agree the way she always did. And then we’d fall asleep, 

 huddled for warmth on the floor under the blankets I’d managed to steal while 

 they’d been out drying in some woman’s back yard.

 	But one fateful day, my happy slice of heaven, my little ray of life 

 amongst an otherwise bleak light, my tiny flame of warmth was snubbed out. 

 The streets had been curiously silent that morning as I’d filled up my backpack, 

 running a few minutes late. Eiko had already took off for school on her own, 

 despite my continued urgings for her to wait. She’d giggled playfully and told 

 me to catch up. But when I’d caught up, she wasn’t running anymore. It wasn’t 

 fair. I was supposed to catch her on the way. She wasn’t supposed to forfeit. The 

 cars had been curiously still as well. A man outside his car was going on and on 

 about how it wasn’t his fault. I hardly cared if it was or not. It didn’t concern 

 me. I had to catch up with imouto. But a sparkle of crimson caught my eye and 

 when I turned to look, our little game had come to a violent end. There she lie, 

 crumpled in the street like a broken china doll. Her small body was lying limp, a 

 pool of blood under her. Words cannot convey how I felt. Tears cannot wipe 

 away the stain that day has left on my mind. I held onto her for as long as I 

 could, trying desperately to hear anything more than the sickening gurgle that 

 came from what was left of my broken little sister. The rest of that day is gone. I 

 can’t remember anymore than her slowed breathing in my arms until it finally 

 stopped altogether, her life slipping out of my very grasp like so many grains of 

 sand. That was nearly two years ago.

 I weeped, as most young girls do, but that the last time. My crystal tears 

 were the last of my warmth, the last I had of her. I became cold after that. This 

 life had no rhyme or reason. Nothing made sense. All I had was logic to try and 

 sort out what I could, to make some sense of this frigid world. From that day 

 forward, I put all of my faith into cold, heartless logic. Its icy touch was all I 

 could hold onto to keep me sane. I needed something to occupy my mind or I 

 would be consumed by my grief for her, lost in an endless night of pain. And 

 because of my drive to succeed and my achievements over my classmates, I was 

 invited to go to Mugen Gakuen for high school. After a short while, I was 

 approached by professor Tomoe. He said he had an offer for me. An offer I 

 couldn’t refuse. 

 He was right. I will help bring an unspeakable force into this world so 

 that I may have my little sister brought back to me. Taken before her time, I can 

 make up to her the promise I had made her that had been broken so suddenly. 

 Professor Tomoe’s own daughter had been brought back by this same force. 

 And so I bide my time, doing what is asked of me so that I will one day achieve 

 my goal. That she will one day be returned to me.

  Not a day goes by when I don’t see her out of the corner of my eye or 

 hear her voice. I’m haunted. But I wouldn’t have it any other way. To shut out 

 those little pieces of her would be to deny what I’m striving towards. It would be 

 to deny what’s left of my soul inside this cold body. And so I continue, 

 waiting... and hoping.

 

 	Tellu laughed as she read the last entry on Viluy’s computer. Such 

 sentimental rubbish. Did she actually think her sister would be brought back like 

 that? The Professor’s child was merely a vessel for Mistress 9. Of course, it 

 didn’t matter one way or the other. Viluy had gotten killed shortly after that 

 entry. The green haired Witches 5 member paused for a moment before she 

 turned off the computer. “I hope you’re with your sister now, Viluy.”