Muon and Dainsleif

A series of short stories involving Outer Shadow Dainsleif and SFA-Muon, in between events of Beyond the Gods II as I have run into writer's block for the direction of the main story lol. This would be after the events of the Trial by Combat and Aaron's return (spoilers).

01

Several weeks have passed since Inner Shadow Slipstream threw me into SFA-Muon.

In these weeks alone, I learned a myriad of skills from squad coordination, disguise, and standard combat protocol and stances.

I learned of the things I lacked.

And the things that set me apart from others.

But among these things, was one thing that I would never forget.

"So how big are Sigurd's things?" Seven Five asked.

I spat out my oatmeal before my breakfast could even make it to the back of my throat.

"WHAT?!" I turned to the young Auxiliary Shadow of SFA-Muon.

Tactical War Doll 75-M of SFA-Muon was considered the strike force's greatest long-range marksman.

Based on her file, she was the daughter of a wealthy businessman named Alistair Winchester, and went by the name Charlotte Winchester. This connection alone would classify her as a noblewoman, or a young girl of noble status. According to the laws of her world, Charlotte would have learned the manners of a noble and carry herself with elegance.

Not that any of this mattered. Because from the first day till current, my impression of 75-M was anything but that.

In practice, the "noblewoman" in front of me, was probably the most chaotic little fifteen-year-old I had ever met. But then again, the only other teenaged girl I ever lived with and knew was June, who conducted herself far more properly.

If anything, if someone were to put June and Charlotte in one room, anyone with a brain would think that June was the daughter of House Winchester, and Charlotte the crazy fanatic of the yaoi Killing Stalking (don't ask me what yaoi means, because if you do not know, do NOT Google it. I had it explained by 75-M against my will).

"Wh- What do you mean by things? Haha, I'm gonna go take a dump now..." I muttered.

"Oh poppycock. Everybody knows you have your bowel movements at 0600 every morning, give or take ten minutes. It's 0700."

There is no way anybody except you would know that!

75 poked me on my arm.

"Spill the tea, Aaron-dearest! How big are her jugs? How big did Lord Gasket design them?"

"Why the hell do you need to know?!"

The War Doll leaned back and crossed her arms, pouting.

"Isn't it obvious? I'm an A-cup. And thanks to certain circumstances, I can't ever grow in this body ever again. My chest will forever remain the same."

"I didn't need to know that, thanks."

"Besides..." 75-M continued, completely ignoring my comment.

"...I heard on the first day of her assignment to your squad, you popped one! Is that true?"

"OKAY I am not having this conversation with you first thing in the morning," I exclaimed, getting up and tossing the cereal into the garbage.

Guess it turned out that War Dolls were also capable of assassinating appetites too. Good to know!

"AWWWW! Don't leave! Come back! Please please please please PLEASE!!!!" 75-M grabbed my waist and began wailing like a hysterical puppy.

"Let go of me, you moron! My god! Shouldn't a soldier be more prim and proper? You're a noble yet you're the most vulgar little girl I've ever met in my entire life!"

75 suddenly let go, as I turned around. Surprise crept into my face.

The War Doll's body language had changed.

Her facial expression had momentarily flashed with... hurt?

"Ah- Pigtails, I didn't mean-"

"Huh? What? What are you talking about? Hahaha!" 75-M quickly reverted back to her usual cutesy demeanour, forcing a laugh and twirling her pigtails.

"Was it my comment on your noble status? I didn't mean to-"

"No! No no no. It's fine. Totally fine."

"Are you sure? You know we're both interrogator types. We can't really lie to each other."

Charlotte looked away.

"Can we just drop it?" She whispered.

Concern laced my face. This was completely out of character for her, but if bringing this up made her uncomfortable, then it was best to drop it. Despite her teasing, Pigtails knew that I didn't really mind. As she herself was an interrogator as well, she could tell that her teasing only really just irritated me but never bothered me. If there was anything that crossed the line, she would know. Which was why of all the things she could tease me about, she never once brought up June.

And I had to take up my part of the bargain.

"Alright," I said gently, kneeling before the War Doll.

"But if there's anything bothering you, you can let me know. We're BFF's, remember?"

75-M slowly looked at me, surprise on her face, which transitioned into a big smile.

"BFF's... yeah... YEAH! Then once we're BFF's we can move onto the next stage and get marr-"

"Yeah, no."

"BLEH!"

The door behind us creaked open, revealing a red-haired girl with a relatively muscular tomboyish frame.

"The hell are you idiots doing speaking so loud in the morning? This isn't Basic, you're givin' me damn flashbacks again!" 76-M growled.

"Hey, it's Spitfire Spice," I replied.

"DON'T CALL ME THAT!"

"BAHAHAHA!" Pigtails laughed, kicking her feet in the air and giggling like an idiot.

"STOP LAUGHING!" 76-M snarled, trying to reach out to her fellow squad member, but 75-M darted away with superhuman speed. I had to remember that these girls were all technically super soldiers. Whenever I was with Pigtails, I tended to forget that since she was always so outgoing.

But when I was with 76-M, the realization returned just as quickly as it left.

"Her face is turning the same colour as her hair! Lighten up, Ginger Giggles,"

"HAHAHAHAHAHA!"

SMASH.

75-M and I stopped teasing 76-M as the War Doll smashed the edge of the counter with her fist, shattering it.

"Imma rip your balls off!"

"Wait! Don't do that!" I yelped, scurrying away and bumping into another War Doll who squeaked in surprise, tackling me and pinning me to the ground with a complex judo throw.

76-M and 75-M peered at us curiously with raised eyebrows.

"GAH! My liver! My spleen! My liver and spleen! You're gonna kill me!" I gasped as 78-M quickly let go, her face bright red.

"S- Sorry..."

I narrowed my eyes at the War Doll.

Was it just me... or that body language... was that lov-

"Another morning, another headache. I am once again reminded that I have not just 75-M, but the Black Legion's greatest PITA to babysit now," 74-M grumbled from the corner of my vision.

"Good morning Tali," I said.

"Do not ever call me that again."

"Come on, lighten up! We're not on the battlefield. Let's just loosen up a bit."

"Who taught you this?"

I pointed at 78, who yelped in surprise. Her black hair covered her face like Samara from The Ring.

"I meant that it was fine to be relaxed when we were safe is all, safe with... Aaron..."

"Safe with Aaron?" 74-M's eyebrows scrunched together.

"Safe with Dainsleif! Dainsleif! I mean, safe from the battlefield! I'm... I'm going to take a shower now."

78-M tripped over herself and scurried to the bathroom.

I wonder what 75-M was thinking at a time like this-

"That little bitch...!" Pigtails muttered under her breath. I turned to her and her face quickly flashed back to a smile.

"Huh? What? Oh would you look at that, it's time to get dressed!"

76, 74, and I watched as 75-M quickly ran to her room and slammed the door so hard the wall around it cracked.

"So is nobody gonna comment on the fact that I have a legit minor crushing on me?" I asked.

"Ugh..." Thalia buried her face in her hand.

76 continued peering at the bathroom door.

"Love is dangerous on the battlefield."

"Yeah, but it isn't something that you can stop, you know?" I replied.

"I know. Believe me, I know. But it still doesn't make it any better. Added with the fact that you're old as fuck and Seven Eight is fifteen, it'll never work out."

"Hey! I'm not that old! I'm nineteen!"

"Can we not talk about dating minors for just a minute?" 74-M said.

"Sorry."

76-M and I watched as 74-M walked forward and put a stack of papers on the desk.

"We have another deployment."

"Another one? How many campaigns have you guys gone on at this point?" I exclaimed.

"75-M has been on 282, 77-M and 78-M have been on 291, 76-M has been on 395, and I've been on 467."

"You're joking."

"Nope. This is just the nature of interdimensional travel and having to kill the enemy as fast as possible. Sometimes War Dolls are placed on other strike teams, sometimes strike teams are mixed and mingled to confuse the enemy."

"I'm basically looking at a 100-year-old war vet in the body of a fifteen-year-old girl..."

Thalia suddenly perked up, her back straightening.

"Well, I am quite mature for my age...!"

76-M rolled her eyes.

"Says the other girl with a crush."

74-M and 76-M locked glares, tension filling the air.

"Um... can we start the briefing and fill in the others later?" I asked.

"The others kind of have an idea of what the mission is going to be. The only person who doesn't know is you, actually," 74-M said, breaking the glare.

"What? Did you girls really leave me out again?"

"No, you testosterone-filled idiot. You were there when the mission was announced!" 76-M replied.

"Wait, really?"

BONK.

Thalia buried her head into the table.

"Yes. Dainsleif. You were there. But instead of listening and scribing like I had ordered you to, you decided to fill my iPad with loli jokes. Do you seriously not remember?"

"Did you like them?"

"No, I did not like them! Why would I like them?!"

74-M sighed.

"Okay. Well. The gist of the mission is to take down a group of specialist soldiers currently tasked with guarding the Demon King Jinn."

"Specialist soldiers? In what way?"

"They are essentially the upper echelon. The best of the best. Hyper-lethal combatants and the most terrifying soldiers. They fight like us, tactically. Intelligence suggests they were contracted off of an interdimensional contact. Since another strike team is involved with taking down the nation itself, we need to divide the resources. SFA-Muon has been tasked with crippling their contracted forces. The other SFA company will take down the Demon King army."

74 slid a piece of paper in front of me.

"You will take up a sniper role for this deployment."

I raised my eyebrows.

"Me? Isn't Pigtails the sniper?"

"Ordinarily... but this deployment is a little different. Because we have identified one of the soldiers on the enemy lines, look at this photo."

I assessed the image.

Green hair... bright blue eyes.

His posture... was akin to that of a nobleman.

Of House Winchester.

"No way... is this... is this Alistair? I thought Evangelion had killed all your parents!"

"No. It wouldn't have made sense unless something transcended the Great Akuma's Hinokami. But this is not 75-M's father," 76-M took the picture and put it back into the binder, a grim look on her face.

"This is Richard Winchester. The last surviving son of the Winchester bloodline."

My eyes widened.

I should have seen it coming. After all, from what Thalia had told me, Evangelion had killed all of their parents. But she never mentioned siblings.

For all we knew, there was no knowledge of what had happened to the brothers and sisters of the girls in the SFA Regiment.

To know that Pigtails' brother was the enemy...

"So you're saying that 75-M might be influenced by the fact that her enemy is family?" I asked.

"Seven Five was always unusual in the SFA Regiment. Because she is one of the best interrogators in the company," 74 explained, putting the binder away.

"She is more sensitive than the other members of Muon, and even the company. This in itself is required for an interrogator to figure out her targets. But because she is so sensitive, stuff like this tends to overload her. The enemy knows about Muon through Charlotte Winchester, even if 75-M destroyed that part of herself. And Lord Hellion knows this. This is your opportunity to learn about long-range sharpshooter training. Learn by filling in where 75 lacks."

"..."

I didn't like the idea of 75-M going through something like this. The events that had transpired earlier this morning came back to my mind.

"Dainsleif," 74 said.

"?"

"75-M will be fine. You're underestimating us again."

"I know, but how can I not?"

"Being in a squad, leading your comrades also means you need to trust them and accept that they will always be in danger. This is the nature of having your subordinates. And by extension, the nature of your job as an Outer Shadow."

She had a point.

That night, during dinner, I found myself glancing at 75-M. I didn't want to, but the thought of her being uncomfortable kept replaying in my mind. And I knew for a fact that she was aware of this, because after everybody left the mess hall, I felt her grab my arm.

"Hey."

"Hi."

"Wanna come over to my room tonight?"

"Could you have phrased that in any other way..."

75-M giggled as the two of us entered her room. There wasn't anything out of the ordinary, and was pretty much what I expected from someone like her. Stuffed animals and squishmellows all over the place. But something did catch my attention, from the corner of my eye.

"Hey is that a collar-"

BANG.

A bullet whizzed past my face and blasted the BDSM toy to smithereens. The barrel of 75-M's rifle was still smoking from where she had fired with superhuman dexterity.

"I have no idea what you're talking about!"

"Yes, of course," I replied nervously.

I sat down on the ground while 75-M lay on the bed, crossing her legs and resting her chin on her hands.

"So I take it you know that Dick Douche is one of the specialists in our mission?"

"Dick Douche?" I asked.

"Yeah. Because he's a douche."

I held back the urge to laugh.

"Yeah. I'm not saying this is too much for you, but it doesn't make me any less worried, to be honest."

"Aww... you're really sweet. I mean it. But you don't have to worry. I always knew DD would have survived something like Lord Evangelion's attack. I mean he was always such a tryhard trying to win over Dad's affection."

"Was he like, one of those guys who was proud of his family name?"

"Oh yeah. One hundred percent! Winchester this. Winchester that. He loved to mock me because I always hung out with girls who were less popular in Azure Academy. He hated it. So it isn't a surprise that he became a Dark Hound."

I glanced at the books in Charlotte's room.

"Thalia wants me to accompany you during sniping."

75 was silent for a few seconds. I was expecting her to say something like "Wow what a dream come true, let's get married!" But this was unexpected.

"Is this why you were so uneasy during dinner?"

"Sorta? I mean, I would have thought all the War Dolls were emotionless husks."

"If that was the case, everybody but Miss 74 would be binned! Trust me, Aaron, we're human too. At least a part of us, anyway."

75 slid off the bed and approached her mirror, undoing her pigtails and letting her minty green hair down.

"How many times have you sniped?"

"Several? I mean there was a time where I had to fight a bunch of gods at a distance since I didn't have the tech from Master Jun to fight them up front."

"How many times have you had to disguise yourself?"

I raised my eyebrow.

"Disguise? Why would I need to disguise myself when I'm hidden away at a distance?"

"Hmmm. Yep. This makes sense now. Why Miss 74 has assigned to me. You've never had to blend in before, have you?"

"..."

A huge grin appeared on 75's face.

"Tomorrow morning. 0400. We're going to Millennium City. Greer & Harlick! I'm going to turn you into a nobleman worthy of such a princess like me!"

Oh god.

So this was what 74 meant by me filling in what 75 was lacking.

What kind of sick divine joke was this?!

75 continued laughing, but I could tell.

From deep under that smile of hers.

No matter how much machine Lord Slipstream and Master Jun had supplanted her body with...

Charlotte Winchester was still under there. Under all that cold hard metal and death.

And the thought of being forced to back to her roots as a noblewoman was bothering her. Just like this morning.

78-M had once told me that she believed that when someone was forced to mature fast, something would always end up breaking. One way or another, a War Doll had an inherent flaw that forced them to transition from innocent little teenage schoolgirls to hardened killers.

Whether it is through trial or tribulation that part never dies.

And now Tactical War Doll 75-M of SFA-Muon had to face hers.

* * *

"Miss Winchester! Pleasure seeing you here again! Where are the rest of the girls?" The tailor greeted 75 and me happily.

"Hello, Meredith. We'd like to see your selection for my fiancee here. We're getting M A R R I E D!!!!"

Hey.

"Oh! Wonderful! Let's see what we're working with here!" Meredith said, clasping her hands together.

Hey. Hold up.

Meredith called her coworker over, an old pudgy man, who inspected me.

"May we take your measurements, son? A man's marriage is one of the most important events of his life."

I'm not getting married, you half-wit!

"Charlotte you conniving little..." I grumbled while the man continued to take measurements.

"Ah."

"Is something wrong?" I asked.

The man looked up at me.

"Hangman? Is that you?"

"Ah fuck- I mean yeah. Yes. The things you heard are all a lie, by the way, I didn't fondle the Millennium Medusa's tits or anything."

The man chuckled.

"Son. I meant to say that I am grateful for the things you have done."

"The things...?"

The man leaned forward and put a hand on my knee.

"My name is Rudolph McIntyre."

My heart skipped a beat.

"McIntyre... as in..."

"Yes. My father... Martin McIntyre used to run a weapons shop down in Downtown. I heard he went out a hero."

"I... I'm sorry. I'm sorry I couldn't protect your father, Rudolph."

"It wasn't your fault. I know you did your best to protect him. But my father was always someone who would never listen to what people would say. He would jump into a tank of alligators if it meant saving a little girl. That was just the person he was. I know because I lived with him most of my life. And from the stories he would tell after the events of Doctor Destroyer's second invasion, we always wondered. If the rumours of the Hangman were really true."

Rudolph smiled warmly.

"You bringing me back from that Demon's destruction through the Maiden's power... it cemented it. You have nothing to be ashamed of. It is an honour for me to do this for you."

My chest welled up in emotion, and we sat in silence for a few minutes while Rudolph continued taking measurements with several tools and papers.

Now it felt weird to tell him I wasn't actually getting married to that idiot!

"Your body... those scars, I reckon you didn't get them from falling off a bike or anything?"

"No."

"I figured. From everything Pop used to tell us about you... it always pains me seeing young people go through stuff like that."

I glanced at Charlotte/75-M, who was happily trying on dresses and giggling with Meredith.

"We fight for the smiles of the people."

Rudolph smiled, and for a brief second, I saw Marty, almost like a small hallucination.

The old man lived on, through his son.

Even if Rudolph wasn't a marksman like his father, there was still a bit of Marty's legacy that lived on.

"Now up and at 'em. We will have your suit prepared promptly for your wonderful marriage."

"Oh, I'm not getting married."

"..."

We stood there for a good thirty seconds before Rudolph slowly scratched the back of his head.

"Well... that's a huge relief."

"You really thought I was getting engaged to a minor! So my reputation really is still shit!!!"

"Hey now! Don't go assuming these things! I just thought your fiancee looked a little young is all!"

"There's no way I would get engaged to that little brat!!!"

Rudolph threw his head back and laughed, just like Marty used to do.

"Well. It was a pleasure speaking to you. And thank you again, for everything you've done."

I nodded, heading off, but not before Rudolph stopped me.

"Aaron."

I stopped, slowly turning around to see Rudolph saluting me.

"Keep up the good work, kid."

A grin appeared on my face.

"Always."

I returned to see 75-M pressing a turtleneck against 74-M.

"Aaron?! How are you finished so fast?!" Thalia stumbled back, upon seeing me, her face flushed red like a tomato.

"What? You've never gone to a tailor with a guy before? We do these things pretty quickly," I answered as I looked Thalia up and down.

"Lookin' good, Chief!"

Thalia looked like she was about to swallow a mouse.

"I... You... Don't you dare tell anyone outside of Muon about this!"

"I won't."

That was most definitely a lie.

Charlotte skipped next to me.

"I wonder what would suit that turtleneck. Thoughts, partner?"

"Hmm..." I put a hand to my chin, turning on my analysis eyes.

All the while, Thalia pursed her lips in embarrassment. It wasn't often that I got to mess with Seven Four like this, what with her being so uptight about everything all the time.

"Let's go for a skirt, Miss Winchester."

"Absolutely, Mister Hope. Let's make it extra short to really bring out those slender legs."

"ABSOLUTELY NOT!!!" 74 exclaimed, putting the turtleneck back and covering her face with her hands.

A few minutes later, 74 left the tailor with a bunch of new clothes.

"75. Dainsleif. Return to the barracks by 1600 for practice drills and PT. You may take time off right now."

"Roger."

I glanced at 75 and noticed she didn't buy anything.

"Uh, are you sure you don't wanna get anything?" I asked.

"Nope! Because you will feel obligated to carry it and I don't wanna get you to do that."

I raised my eyebrows. 75 was surprisingly considerate.

"Hey. Wanna go to the range?"

I turned to the War Doll.

"The range?"

Charlotte leaned closer to me, wiggling her eyebrows.

"Let's have a match. A sniping match. Let's see if your reputation precedes you, God-Eater! Loser pays for sundaes."

(One hour later)

"OH MAN! This Mega Sundae sure is GREAT when I'm not paying for it!" I gleamed, resting my face an inch away from the chilly bowl of sugary goodness.

"..." 75-M pouted from the other side.

I propped my feet against the bench across from me next to Charlotte, who continued pouting.

"Oh come on, it's not like you got demolished that badly. I'm actually quite surprised at your marksmanship skills; we were tied for the first half. You weren't relying on your cybernetics, were you? I could tell from the slight deviations in the bullet holes. Your shooting was human."

75-M looked up.

"Wow, you were able to tell from that distance? What's your eyesight? 40/20?"

"Apparently the doctor told me it was 80/20."

"80/20?!"

Charlotte shot to her feet.

"That's every marksman's dream! I remember when I used to grow up Dad always said someone with 60/20 vision was considered the cream of the crop for a Winchester. To know that someone exists with that level of acuity... that's superhuman! Did you train for it?"

"Sort of... By the way, were the Winchesters famed marksmen? You don't need to answer if you don't feel comfortable."

"No no. I don't mind. And yes. House Winchester is known for their marksmen. Originally, we were considered a long lineage of gold medallists in Shooting during the Olympics. That was what made us so wealthy in the first place. Dad was also a gold medallist but learned to capitalize on this by centring a business over our family name."

75-M stirred her parfait with her spoon, which had started to melt.

"My brother, Richard, hated how business-centric the Winchesters had become. And so did I. For a time, we were kinda on the same side. But the more we grew closer the more we grew apart. DD hated Winchester's business model, while I hated being a prim and proper lady. For my brother, being a Winchester meant being the best shooter possible, and so he left House Winchester and tried to revive the name on his own, while I left House Winchester by disgracing the title."

"Sorry to hear that. Was this why he joined the Dark Hounds?"

"Could be. But if DD knows I'm coming for Demon Lord Jinn, I will become a top priority for him. Because not only did I abandon the Winchesters in terms of being an Olympic class markswoman, but I also disgraced the name. The enemy now has a countermeasure for the Tactical Dolls sniper unit. Which was probably one reason why Miss 74 assigned you to me. My brother hates me."

I bit the edge of the spoon.

"I don't believe siblings truly hate each other. But then again, foster siblings probably don't count."

"Aww don't say that. I know you mean well. But DD really truly despises me. To the point of spite."

I looked out into the horizon at the flying cars in Millennium City.

"My own douchebag brother is out there. Hope I get to see 'em soon."

75 smiled at me, tilting her head.

"Then how about this? You help me with my douchebag brother, and I'll help you with yours!"

"You got a deal!"