BLUE ROSE REBELLION: 01 (Fiction)MainCharacters:
Matsui Jurina, Matsui Rena (WMatsui).Summary:
It was a time for change. In their hearts they knew, they were not merely grains of sand crushed beneath the wheels of fate. Rena and Jurina swore to their souls that the dysfunctional regime controlling their lives would soon end as the blue roses bloomed in battlefield.xxxx忘れてよ
What a Blue flower夢か幻
Is it a dream or an illusion?奇跡なんて
What a miracle起きてないわI’m not waking upBlue rose忘れてよ
A confusion of a moment’s instinct[[MORE]]
The blaring sirens resonated in the vast expanse of the walled city, almost mimicking a cry from some strangled animal. The noise was a reminder of captivity, of authority, of the desolation they tried to escape.Simultaneously, iron bars descended upon the windows and doors of each gray concrete building in the metropolis, stripping away the whole population's freedom.
“By decree of theSupreme Commander, the public execution of the rebel leader caught for the Black Friday Riot will take place at 0900 hours 2 days from now. All citizens are mandated to attend the occasion at the CitySquare or watch the live broadcast available in all channels. May this serve as a reminder that every single person abetting or associating himself with the Blue Rose Rebellion shall be dealt with unforgiving retribution.” The announcement was transmitted to all frequencies, through every kind of media and communication line. “All hail Utopia!”Utopia, it was the name the Supreme Commander gave to his twisted regime—a promise of paradise, how rightfully ironic.
The procession of armed men in grey uniform raised their left arms, hands curling into fists.“All hail Utopia!” They chanted with blind loyalty.
“Sift the streets of rogue vermin tonight, every head you give is a rank higher than what you carry!” The chief constabulary officer ordered with cold abandon.“You hear me?!” He bellowed.
“Yes Sir!” Came a chorus response. “All hail Utopia! All Hail the Supreme Commander!”The men proclaimed before finally dispersing for the night’s bounty hunt.
The curfew came like a harbinger of shadows after the sunset; this was the routine the people had grown accustomed with like the precision of mindless clockwork. Only the dictator’s enforcers lurked in the night, their high-powered weapons emboldened as they surveyed the surroundings.The fate of those caught was uncertain; deviants were incarcerated for life or executed depending on the tyrant’s notion of‘benevolence.’
Despite the state of desperation that engulfed the people, there were still those who kept their fortitude—the Blue Rose Rebellion
. The members of the resistance were insurgent phantoms, scheming webs of intrigues and destabilization plots to depose Utopia’s dictator.A small light burned in their hearts, the longing for liberation.
Before the hands of the massive clock tower beside the City hall could even strike six, a deafening sound exploded from below it.Even after the blast its till stood as rubbles of concrete from the damaged western wall scattered about the fine architecture.
A commotion followed as patrolmen coming from different directions started to gather.
From afar, a woman clad in a black trench coat peeked at the blinds on her window, observing the streets with a calculating gaze. Long black hair framed her porcelain face delicately; her doll-like features complimented her lithe built. “That has to be one of our implants.” She murmured almost in a whisper, brown eyes glistening. The other occupant of the room turned to her anticipative of some sort.
“To actually plan an ambush at the heart of the Capitol, what are you thinking Rena?”Another girl, much taller inquired; the placid tone of voice and detached demeanor barely gave away anything about her. For a woman though, she had a distinct boyish appearance.
“She’s here, Sae. I know she’s here.” There was absolute certainty in Rena’s words.Every fiber of her being screamed with anticipation, she would not permit herself to watch idly at the turn of events, especially while knowing that the person she cared for the most was being held captive. “And I’m letting them know that we’re coming for her.”
As the Captain of theFrontier team, the Resistance’s most skilled pool of fighters, Rena was supposed to be the most rational out of all. Sae had expected more objectivity and less recklessness from the seasoned fighter, or at least a level of personal detachment. “You’re gambling your whole team in this suicide mission for the sake of just one person,you’re letting your emotions get the best of you again
There was something that snapped in Rena’s mind, exasperation clashed inside her like torrential rain.She callously pulled Sae by the collar so they were now face to face. Her eyes burned with nameless defiance.“The person you’re suggesting we abandon is the only reason why we’reall
still alive.” She hissed as if the venom in her words could burn.
Sae gave her an equally piercing gaze. “This is war. Casualties are casualties, we can only move forward thanks to some sacrifices.” Sae was aware of the deep relationship Rena shared with their missing comrade. She would belying if she said she didn’t feel the urgency to save the girl whose existence started this whole renaissance. But to waltz straight into the lion's den, it was madness! The Capitol's Special DefenseSquad(SDS) was waiting for them and there was nothing more foolish than to meet head-on an onslaught of bullets.
“There is no room for selfishness Captain
. Remember our goal, we have all welcomed death the moment we joined the Resistance.” Sae stressed Rena's rank, hoping the weight of responsibility attached to it would compel the stubborn woman to reconsider. “She is no different.”
Sae gazed at her, there was pain in her eyes, but beyond it was the fortress of duty that should never be breached. Deep inside Rena, she understood Sae’s unwavering heart and part of her was thankful the other Captain stood steadfastly for both of them. But she couldn’t give up on that
person without a fight.
The words drove deeper the imaginary knife on Rena’s chest. “No. I’m not leaving Jurina to die.” Let her display of favoritism be damned, let her reputation be stained with prejudice but she was not to surrender even the slightest sliver of hope for a reunion. "I'm going to save her, even if it means taking down the Capitol by myself."Her grip on Sae's clothing eased as she noticed the Blue Rose insignia pinned on Sae’s left collar, the same was pinned in her own uniform.
Blue like the limitless sky. The enigmatic flower was a symbol of their dreams—their grievances, their passion and their freedom. Rena stepped back to disconnect herself, tearing off her own floral badge. She handed it to Sae as she motioned to leave; it was an unspoken promise between them.We will come back.
Sae watched as Rena made way for the door, she knew the woman's resolve could no longer be daunted. Her gaze followed the Captain as she disappeared into the shadows of the corridor, a tide of conflicting emotions clouding Sae’s own judgment as she studied the flower pin in her palm. “Keep yourself grounded, Sae.” She whispered.
It only took a few seconds before the mahogany door reopened. Sae greeted the person who quietly entered the room with a deep bow. Despite her small stature,an air of authority emanated from the newcomer. “General Takahashi,Captain Matsui is moving out.” Sae stood motionless for a fews econds as she saw three more figures enter the room, tailing behind Takahashi.
The ex-general of theSpecial Defense Squad and the Resistance’s current leader,Takahashi Minami, sighed deeply as she walked in. The three who entered made way for the round table and sat together. The General shook her head, she had crossed paths with the said Captain on the latter’s way out. "We all expected this." She muttered calmly while her three companions remained silent.
"You're not stoppingher? We’re on the brink of losing one of our most talented fighters and she’s taking Frontier with her."
Takahashi did not answer;instead she gave her own inquiry, “Sae, do you know ProjectMonarch?”
Sae's heartbeat quickened at the mention of the highly confidential military program that had spawned human weapons for the past decade. “Of course I do... it was supposed to be Utopia's last trump card.” Project Monarch was the most controversial military scandal that never reached conclusion. The training camp was razed to the ground and every person connected to the project was assassinated.
Biological warfare and mind control was the heart of Project Monarch. A virus was implanted into the nervous system of the test subject and only a fractional percentage survived the procedure. But those who did gained unbounded power. Immersed in inhumane conditions, chosen people were mutated and conditioned to become elite soldiers for the sole purpose of carrying out the Supreme Commander's bidding.
“A myth, nothing more than whispers in the wind.” Sae supposed. What has no proof does not exist, or so she believed.
“Sit here with us,Capt. Miyazawa.” Capt. Oshima Yuko, the petite woman donned in aFrench-inspired military uniform on the right side of Takahashi and who was more or less the same height, gestured for Sae to join them.She offered the seat across that was left empty. Yuko’s amber eyes were firm while her lips were pursed thinly into a half smirk, a bestial air hung around her like a warning of an impending slaughter.She was, after all, called The Slayer
for a reason.
“Tell me,Takahashi-san. Why did you call us out from our divisions? For you to plan this meeting here in the Capitol, surely there is something amiss.” The second person on Takahashi’s left side spoke. Capt. Yamamoto Sayaka fumbled with the katana neatly tucked within the crimson obi of her black silk kimono; blood red chrysanthemums were meticulously weaved on the fabric of her clothing.She could have been a yakuza, a top dog of a Japanese mafia in the pretense of a captivating geisha.
“Heh, we could have used the zimbra line for a teleconference, you know.” The last of the newcomers added. Capt. Sashihara Rino stood out from the group precisely because she was dressed most plainly. She zipped up her maroon jersey, the same color of her jogging pants, and buried her hands inside the jacket’s pocket while sinking comfortably in her seat.
“No, we can’t afford an information leak. Especially now that Utopia’s pursuing us more aggressively than ever.” Takamina tapped on the glass that covered the expanse of the round table and holographic images immediately appeared. Documents, diagrams, grids and photographs of different people materialized one by one.
“I’ve been given intelligence reports from our Black-Ops that Utopia is desperate on finding a way to rebuild Project Monarch. They’ve been tracing every single person associated with the program and finally got a list of those still alive.” The ex-general swiped on the screen,briefly sifting through the data. “I called you out tonight to warn you, this is my pledge to reveal the truth now that we have been driven to a corner.”
Takamina continued,showing the group photographs of research students’ inhumane training process under the program. “Do not be misinformed Capt. Miyazawa. Project Monarch is not an urban legend, it surely was not just a political scandal the government wanted to silence.”
“A thousand lives paid the price to create Utopia’s beasts
Sae winced at the sight of six girls looking like animated corpses after being injected with a drug that deprived them sleep for seven days. The mental collapse caused by sleep deprivation resulted to self-inflicted injuries,cannibalism and finally, suicide.
Another study presented a group of children periodically being fed poison in increasing quantities to test the level of the adaptability of the human body to toxins. One by one, they faltered; none survived.
Sayaka closed her eyes for a moment, willing the images to vanish. Her hand clenched tighter around the handle of the katana on her waist; the blade thirsted for the blood of those sadistic wretches who sat at the zenith of power.The feeling of disgust and vengeance only grew pronounced.
“Before you here are four of those who are ‘numbered’.”At Takamina’s words Sae examined each one of the three captains in front of her who did not even meet her gaze as if dreading her judgment. Disbelief clouded Sae’s concentration but she needed to let everything sink in fast.
,that’s what they call the highest ranked experiments.”
Yuko finally broke her long silence, “If they revive the Monarch
, Utopia could crush us. Everything we have been fighting for, everything we live for, the Blue Rose Rebellion, it will all be a lost cause.”The sheer power at their disposal once the regime finds a way to rebuild the program was the last thing they needed. Surely, it would not be for the benefit of humanity once the tyrant lays his hands on the data.
The ex-general nodded. It would be the end for all of them.
Takahashi Minami always believed she carried the burden of destroying Utopia as vindication for the lives she once took, for the love she could not save. Still she believed there were sins that could never be forgiven and darkness etched in her soul that could not be erased. But she tries,the ex-general desperately tries, to carve the path towards freedom.
Takamina stopped searching the virtual folders the moment Matsui Jurina’s photograph and statistics adorned the screen. A heavier atmosphere descended upon the occupants of the room as awareness slowly, painstakingly slowly, burned.
“This is Jurina’s Bio data from ten years ago.” Sashihara stressed.
Takamina's gaze was almost vacant. There was a pregnant pause, the snares of deafening silence contracted around them before the ex-general uttered her next words. “She was the darkness
created to reach paradise
The former General felt for the Blue Rose insignia, the only decoration on her left collar that remained out of all the military stars and medals that used to adorn her uniform—forgotten awards from when she was still in service.
The order she briefly gave Rena lingered. Those four seconds of their encounter in the corridor replayed in her mind, her own cruel words haunting her.
"Rena you know what she is. You can try taking her back, but if she awakens
kill her.”Matsui Jurina was the devil among beasts.
Her chest burned with each breath, it felt as if wisps of flames devoured her lungs. She was slowly losing her senses and the only feeling more distinct than her labored breathing was the sharp pain on her wrists. The chains that bound her hands were tight enough to produce bruises and fresh cuts each time her prison guards yanked at them.How many days had it been since she was detained? She could no longer distinguish the trickling hours, each time she woke from the feverish dreams she was only greeted by more whipping that came with the inquisition. She was not sure how many more days she could last; the long lesions on her back inflicted by her captor’s bullwhip were almost numbed. She sat there spent and battered, the only thing keeping her from sliding down the concrete floor was the set of chains pinning her to the wall.
It was cold, the icy breeze bit through her pale, bruised skin under the tattered uniform that could scarcely be called clothing. She had already lost the lower half of her jumpsuit in the course of her torture. But the air that chilled her was remotely secondary to the pain in her muscles and joints to even protest.
“Are you still alive,Matsui Jurina?” The unemotional voice inquired at the sight of the rebel's limp state. Tendrils of black short hair dampened by Jurina’s own blood obscured her face.
The woman with a cyborg-like countenance kneeled to her, lifting her chin. “You’re a persistent fool, you know. If you had just given me what I wanted then we could have skipped all this torturing.”Delicate fingers caressed her swollen cheek, yet there was no promise of warmth in the touch.
The prisoner remained silent. An exertion for her vocal chords seemed too taxing.
“Give me the location,Matsui. Tell me where Resistance is and all of this would stop.”
Jurina opened her mouth to respond, her voice raspy from dehydration. “Just kill me, Mayu.”She could almost hear herself beg for the end of all this.
“That would be too easy.” The one called Mayu tightened her grip on the rebel’s face; her fingernails burying themselves into cold skin, a promise of a new set of bruises. “I like this devotion of yours... now, if only we could put it to some good use.” She drawled pulling the other girl’s face closer to her own. Mayu could clearly see the stunning visage despite the grime and exhaustion. Jurina’s eyes held a deep ebony shade, hypnotizing like the oblivion. Mayu would admit that if they had met in a different circumstance, perhaps the wave of attraction would be justified.
“Do you want me to help you?” Utopia’s scheming architect offered, like a devil’s advocate heralding mischief. Her free hand trailed down Jurina’s exposed back, fingers danced across her spine, exploring each cut and bruise the draughts woman herself inflicted. “Do you want me to save you?” Mayu whispered smoothly to Jurina’s ear, lips moving into a ghost of a smile before nibbling the delicate flesh.
Her captor continued with the ministrations, slender fingers began stroking her abdomen then reaching her chest. Jurina sealed her eyes tightly, resisting the stimulus. She was no traitor that was certain. “I-I would rather die.” She bit her lip as a warm hand slowly descended to her inner thigh, a trail of fire burned with each touch.
“I’m sure you would,but not yet
.” In one swift movement Mayu took Jurina’s lips, her tongue dipping inside the rebel’s mouth to force the other to consume a crystalline pill. Jurina jerked, shaking her head and trying to break the protracted contact but Mayu held her chin firmly, easing the medicine amid their exchange of saliva until the prisoner finally swallowed with a hoarse moan.
Mayu pulled away, her breathing hot and ragged. Jurina was no different, she was gasping for air. For the past days this had been their routine, sometimes the encounter was much more carnal, other times it was just ruthless beatings. The strategist made sure Jurina's body ached in different places but the girl was always given a nutrition capsule just enough to keep her from expiring. She was most useful alive than dead, after all.
Mayu wiped her mouth with the hem of her pristine white lab coat. A wave of disgust reflected in her unsympathetic face, the bitter taste of the medicine stayed.“Don’t think I enjoy this.”She then raised her hand to strike Jurina’s face. The slap was forceful enough to throw the girl off balance. Jurina slumped to the floor; her arm barely broke the fall.
“Let me tell you something nice, something to keep you hoping.” an acrid flavor coated Mayu’s words. “Your Captain’s coming all the way here to get herself killed just to save you.”
“R-Rena.” Jurina’s once listless eyes widened in alarm at the information. With every drop of strength remaining, she lifted herself upright, motioning to pull Mayu as the clicking of chains echoed in the vast expanse of her prison cell.
Mayu stepped back from Jurina’s reach. She waived her pointing finger in warning. “Maybe once you see her bloody corpse you’ll start talking?” She keyed in her passcode and the thick metal door slid open, blinding radiance from the florescent lights outside strained Jurina’s vision.“Better yet, I might finally awaken the devil
.”Mayu threw a sneer before the door sealed shut.
Jurina felt her whole world crash; it was enough that she had resigned herself to death,but Rena, their Captain needed to survive, for the greater glory of the Blue Rose Rebellion; for the dream of liberation. Rena needed to live for both of them.
“Forget me... please save yourself, Rena.”
“Captain, is anything wrong?” Sgt. Furukawa Airi eyed Rena with concern before passing on the latter’s share of dinner. They opted to spend the night in one of the abandoned buildings within the first industrial district at least 100 miles from Utopia’s headquarters. Two of their members were out surveying the perimeter while the other two stood guard on the lower floor.
“Nothing. I was just thinking of how long it would take for Kanon and Yuria’s spatial scanning, so we can get a good shot at how we’re to begin this.”Rena offered a small smile as she took the steel bowl of porridge.
“Perhaps three hours isa conservative estimate. We can move out before midnight.” Airi reassured. “I suggest you take a quick rest before we commence infiltration, Captain. You’re a bit pale.”
Rena nodded while massaging her temples. Sharp pain cut through her head for even shorter intervals now. “Mmmm…I haven’t been able to sleep for the past nights.”
“Since she surrendered,
that fool.” Rena corrected, she couldn’t get over her own outrage when she heard that Matsui Jurina yielded in exchange of the freedom of 20 rebels from their side and refused to disclose theResistance’s headquarters for a chance to evade the death penalty.Rena specifically told the girl to wait for her and stay still but Jurina was reckless and had her own way of doing things. Rena couldn’t even understand why Jurina didn’t chose to overwhelm the soldiers who confronted Team S. The other Matsui was more than capable of retaliating. It turned Rena more livid to think that the younger girl might be scheming something beyond her knowledge. “It baffles me why she allowed it. She could have held on until I arrived.”
Airi closed her eyes in contemplation as if trying to theorize why their ever-dependable ace took such a ridiculous move. “It’s a bad habit of hers, doing things alone.” She then returned her gaze to Rena. "Nevertheless,I'm still hoping this is one of her gimmicks. You know, like all those other incidences before.”
“Alone, huh? That’s how she was always trained." Now there was a wave of melancholy that took her, Rena placed her bowl down before even eating a spoonful. “I’m worried, Airi. We have to save her before she does something stupid.” And maybe it was the fatigue, the hunger or the emotional turmoil that made Rena so vulnerable as to actually breakdown her defenses.
Airi pulled Rena closer,resting the younger woman’s head on her shoulder and patting the latter's head fondly. At this very moment, they needed neither seniority nor the chain of command. She comforted Rena as an old friend, a loyal confidante, an almost lover. “We’ll do our best.”
Rena didn’t try to resist; she was jaded. Slowly, slumber took over her as the weight of the world began to crumble in her dreams.2 years ago
A loud crash was heard from the intercom where Rena sat monitoring the screen, three of her members had just set out for a retrieval mission to locate the remaining warheads hidden in Utopia's abandoned Kyoto Branch. General Takahashi had made it a point to find all remaining ammo in whichever base they raided. It seemed Kyoto proved to be the most difficult.Aside from the dilapidated structures, the place was littered with land mines and hidden traps. Not to mention a few destroyer droids still functioning were very well capable of hostility. The abandoned base was more like an ancient castle maze than a military establishment for Christ’s sake.
Rena clicked a few buttons on the computer's controller. “Lieutenant Matsui, status report.” She commanded the officer who bore the same surname as hers, tone firm despite her genuine concern of the apparent explosion. When only white noise and static echoed from the receiver instead of the mischievous voice of the infiltration team's leader,Rena grew agitated. "Matsui respond!" Silence
The Frontier Captain would have shouted further if not for the buzzing noise followed by a few gunshots from the other line.
"Don't get too worked up princess. We've got this under control." Matsui Jurina replied before barking a few orders to her team, Team S, for execution.
Rena released a breath that she was unaware she was holding. She wanted to bite back a retort at the lieutenant's teasing but decided against it, their little word play can wait. A few more rounds of ammunition reverberated along with more explosions and Rena could’ve sworn she heard a satisfied sigh amid all the mayhem.
"Can we salvage the droids? Don't mess them up too much." Rena considered reverse engineering the technology or perhaps reconstructing their data chips for the Resistance's own usage.
"Hmmm. That's a bit hard to promise, they're aggressive and twice resilient. They wont stop moving unless we pummel them to the ground."
"Alright. Just save anything that could be useful."
Someone suddenly yelled."Jurina, a big one's coming!"
"Shit." Jurina hissed at the sight of the massive robotic figure whose arm canon was already aimed at them. One hit and it was certain death. "Catch you later, Rena." Without second thoughts she deactivated her earpiece before shooting the ground circumference surrounding her and the mecha. The ace’s aim was deadly precise so as not include her comrades within the circumference. Nothing fazed her.
"What the hell Jurina! Are you trying to kill yourself!" Her teammate Kitahra Rie shouted as she realized what the young lieutenant was doing—Matsui was planning to take down the droid with her. Rie attempted to run to her leader but it was too late. The floor where Jurina stood gave in;the droid lost balance and misfired the canon towards the floor,shooting through the concrete like a fireball.
As the smoke cleared a gaping hole in the ground grew visible along with a pile of rubble below. "Jurina!" Rie beckoned but there was no response,only limitless darkness. She felt for her earpiece to reconnect withHQ. "Captain, send out a recon team, Lieutenant Matsui's down.S-status...unknown." She paused at a loss for words. "We'll need equipment to extract her from the ruins." Rie surveyed the area of devastation and hoped they would find the girl at the lower floors still breathing.
From the other side Rena cursed, smashing her hands at the control panel in rage or desperation. "When will that spontaneous fool start thinking?"She was obviously shaken by disbelief at the level of recklessness.Diving into danger without a care of the consequence, it was Jurina’s charm and kryptonite.Rena’s hands fisted. "Hold your ground,I'm coming with the dispatch." She hastily decided without even soliciting permission from the General. Impulsiveness, perhaps it was both their vice after all.
Rena bit her lip. "Don't you dare die on me, Jurina."
It took 36 hours to dig through the wreckage. Piles of steel, iron and concrete scattered about and a trail of blood led them to a limp body rested against the wall, almost lifeless. One would think that Lieutenant Matsui Jurina was as good as dead if not for her shallow and labored breathing.
“Captain,” Kitahara Rie muttered softly as if searching for the next words to say, she turned to Rena pensively, unsure if she should bolt towards her fallen leader right then and there.
Rena’s eyes were filled with an unreadable emotion. It was as if an inner turmoil between elation and anxiety brewed within her. She did not speak; instead she made brisk strides towards the young girl sprawled on the floor. Her outstretched hand flinched a few centimeters before her fingers could touch Jurina’s face fearing for the latter’s fragile state.
Rena could already feel water cloud her eyes. She bit back the urge to cry. “Jurina.” She whispered softly near the other girl’s ear, caressing her bloodied cheek with subtle affection. Despite the grime and filth she was still beautiful.
Jurina winced and her eyebrows furrowed, face contorted by the pain as she gradually regained consciousness.
“You’ll be fine, I’m here.” The other Matsui scanned the lieutenant from head to toe,noting every bruise and lesion in the young girl’s body. Her eyes settled on Jurina’s left thigh, which was tightly bandaged by apiece of crimson cloth. She wouldn't be able to use that leg for a month or so.
Jurina’s vision readjusted to the light of the equipment and saw the figure of a woman bent over her. “Yea, k-knew you’d come.” Her hoarse voice was still laced with a sliver of enthusiasm despite dire exhaustion.
Rena wanted to punch the girl in the gut for her absurdity but she was overwhelmed with relief just by hearing the other fighter speak. “Don't ever do this to me again.” It took a load of her self-control to not break into tears.She rested her forehead against Jurina’s and held her by the shoulder for a half-embrace. She could have died and the possibility sent Rena’s thoughts haywire.
Jurina wanted to return the intimacy but her strength was spent that even breathing grew difficult. She smiled sheepishly, “so this is how I get your attention.” She said, faking an epiphany.
“No, no. Don't be liket his.” The Captain shook her head, tucking Jurina’s disheveled hair behind her ear.
“You have it… all of me.” xxxxx
Author’s Notes: I had this sitting in my drafts folder for so long. hahaha Needed to actually finish this fic, it will only be 3 parts. Hope you guys enjoyed, I kinda miss wmatsui.