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  1. 20th March 1919 "Oh my, what a cute little infant. She looked just like you Danna-sama." "Haha, this little girl cried so loud after given birth, she is strong after all and will become a great person in the future." Heard the unfamiliar voices, the new-born slowly opened her eyes and looked around the surrounding around itself. It found out she was laid on a tatami floor with a new woven tiny red kimono of its size covered her body as a blanket, it was surrounded by a man and a woman with another lady presumed to be the infant's mother laid next to it on a futon, reached her finger onto its hand. With curiosity, it touched the finger and made some happy noises, the lady in the futon smiled with a tear in her eyes in excitement. "The Kami must hear our prayers, she was blessed to be born during the cherry blossom. Look at her, so cheerful." "I am glad you are experienced to receive our child, I thank you sincerely, Uzu-san. Please take this as our thanks." Uzu, the lady servent who helped to receive the new-born child, she was flattered from the words as she received a heavy pouch until she opened it and found it was filled with money, Uzu was shocked, and she insisted to return them. "Iya! Iya! There is no need to give me that much money, please use them for your child's future Danna-sama, there's no need to give me such high tip as I just start working for this family!" The father of the new-born, put back the pouch into Uzu's hand as he refused. "Please just accept it, you also have a family, so please take this as a good fortune." With Uzu agreed to keep the pouch, the infant tilted its head to the garden where a cherry tree planted at the centre filled with cherry blossom. It reached its hand to the tree as it giggled happily. The mother smiled along as she decided to name the baby. "She seems like the cherry blossom, how about Sakurako? Which also means cheery blossom." With eyes looked at each other's, Uzu and the father nodded their heads with the father gently put his hand on the baby with a smile. "Welcome to the world, Sakurako Tatebayashi." === 1st September 1923 Early morning of the first day of September, the first beam of sunlight soon broke out along with heavy metallic noise combined of iron and steel echoed from the southern coast of Tokyo Bay near Yokosuka Naval District, home based to the first of four main administrative districts and pride of the Imperial Japanese Navy. Near the district a small town soon to spring into life with citizens began their daily routie with shops, restaurants, and transports opened into service. Although the town sound quiet, but with the hammering from the naval district rise the town into an industrial habitat. Near to the outskirt of Yokosuka, a small bus travelled through mountainous coastal roads all the way from Tokyo soon to arrive. In the bus there was a little cheerful girl stood on her seat near the left side window, she placed her hands on the window as she could saw the city along with the naval district on the horizon. "Nee-chan! Uzu Nee-chan!! Papa is there!! Papa is there!!" "Just sit down properly Sakura-chan, you are going to fall, be a good girl as we arrive to visit your father, ok?" "Boo~ fine..." Sakurako Tatebayashi, who was 4 years old along with her caretaker Uzu travelled from Tokyo to visit her father, Jiro Tatebayashi, a naval officer in the Yokosuka Naval District. The little girl has been long to see her father who had not return home for two years, with the high commands' approval, Jiro was permitted to invite her daughter for a visit. As the bus passed through narrow streets and wide roads, soon it stopped at one of the bus stops near the naval district, as Sakurako ready to get off the bus from the doors, the bus driver cheered her up. "Take care Ojou-chan, hope you visit your father well!" The little girl nodded with enthusiasm before Uzu picked her up from the doorway and got off. Once again, the bus departed with two honks as the girls bowed in farewell, then Uzu took Sakurako's tiny hand and walked to the front gate of the district. As they arrived, a sailor on guard near the guarding post stood out and walked towards them with a rifle in his arms. "Halt! This is a military restricted area! You can't enter casually!" Saw the rifle, Sakurako dashed behind Uzu's legs and hid from behind as she peeked, Uzu searched her kimono sleeves and brough out a letter as she handed it over to the sailor. "We are here to visit Taisa Jiro Tatebayashi with the approval from his senior commands." As the guard read the letter, he looked back to Uzu with a salute, "Please wait here." And returned to his post as he dialled on the phone. Sakurako looked from behind as she grasped Uzu's kimono tightly. "Kowai..." "Don't be afraid, I am here for you." A minute later, the guard finished his phone call and returned to them as he handed back the letter. "Taisa Tatebayashi will be here shortly, please wait." "Ah! Arigatōgozaimashita." With a polite bow, Uzu thanked the guard as Sakurako tangled along as they wait. Soon, a man in white uniform walked towards the gate, stopped, and lowered on his knees with open arms. "Sakurako-chan~" "Papa!!" In a speed of light, Sakurako rushed to her father like a wobbling duckling as she flew into his arms and hugged him tightly. "Papa!! Ohisashiburi!!" "Oh my! You have grown so much! Let papa carry you, oh you've gained some weights don't you, did you eat too much again?" "Papa! You Meanie!!" While Jiro was teasing his daughter with her carried in his arms, Uzu walked towards them and bowed. "Ohisashiburidesu, Danna-sama. You're looking good today." "Oh Uzu, thank you for accompany my daughter, how's the bus trip from Tokyo?" "It was smooth and less bumpy. She was so excited to see you." "I guess the trip going to wore you both a bit, come with me to my office before the sun gets any hotter." - - - Soon, they entered the ministry building walked through hallways and staircases to the second floor, then arrived at the office as Jiro opened the door for them. Once Sakurako put back on the floor, she ran across the office like an exciting cat seeing the pristine environment. Uzu sat on the couch while Jiro prepared a tray of hot tea and some sweets. "So, how's Mizuha, is she well?" Jiro picked up the tray as he walked to the tea table and placed the tray on it, then moved his way to the opposite couch and sat on it. Mizuha was Jiro's wife and Sakurako's mother, a gentle lady who loved flower arrangements, she had been sick in bed in a year at a hospital in Toyko while the house only left Uzu to take care of Sakurako. "She is fine and in good health, the doctor had taken diligent care of her as I visit her regularly, Sakura-chan also came along during those times. Better to let her spend sometimes with her mother." While Sakurako finished running around the office, she jumped onto the couch, sat next to Jiro, and lend her head onto his lap, cuddled for a head pat. "Mama missed you so much, she is hoping one day you will come to see her." With his daughter on his laps, Jiro patted her with a smile on his face, glad to see Sakurako still as cheerful as usual. Hours later in the office, Jiro stood up and decided to take them for a walk outside the port. While they took a stroll near the coast, Sakurako noticed a massive structure on a drydock beyond her sight, she pulled her father's hand as she pointed the mysterious object. "Papa, what's that?" "Oh, that's a battlecruiser in construction, her name is Amagi, once she is finished, she will become a great warship guarding the seas around Japan." "Will she save us from monsters? Uzu Nee-chan told me that there are some bad monsters outside the sea." Her father smiled at her as he lowered himself to her height, held her hand into his palms, as well as Uzu's. "If one day, monsters stormed onto the Japan's shores I promise to protect both of you, and so your mother. Ok?" Sakurako nodded her head as both adults smiled at her until something bad happened to the whole nation. Suddenly, crows flew into the sky as they cried rapidly, Jiro noticed the tides near the coast stared to move towards the sea. His face was in shocked and stood up, he pulled Uzu's hand and picked up Sakurako in his arms. "Earthquake!! We got to run!!" Not for long as they rushed to the big centre parade ground, it started to shake intensivily with Jiro hugging Uzu and Sakurako tightly on the ground. Gigantic rumbles echo into the air with screams and shouting from the naval personals in the district. Trees shaking side to side as some timbered down from snapped trunks, noise of shattering window glasses pour down the ground in an endless loop. After four to ten minutes, the ground stopped shaking with a long silence in this thin dead air, Jiro lifted his head as he looked around, he turned back his attention to Uzu and his daughter. "Are you both all right? Any injuries?" "I... I am fine Danna-sama, same for Sakura-chan..." From such dramatic natural disaster, Sakurako wept into her father's arms as Uzu patted her back to calm her down. As she cried, an exceptionally soft painful voice entered her ears, it was moaning and tried calling for help. "H-Help... it hurts... it hurts..." With such curiosity, Sakurako stopped crying as her cheeks still covered in tears, she slowly broke off from her father's arms, walked towards the empty ground as she looked around with no one's appeared to be seen. "Sakura-chan, are you alright? What are you looking for?" As Uzu asked from a distance, Sakurako heard the mysterious voice again, this time much clearer and more painful. "It hurts... somebody help me..." Looking from afar to the horizon of a drydock where Amagi was, Sakurako began running towards the drydock as Jiro and Uzu chased up from behind. "Sakurako!! Wait, where are you running? Come back!!" - - - As Sakurako kept running, she would see a horror that would haunt her memories, the city was covered in massive waves of fire burning everything it touches, babies' cries and people's screams echoed into the dark smoking sky. She wept and closed her eyes as she continued running to track the voice. Soon as she arrived at a steel platform on the construction drydock, she stopped as she looked through from the safety bars, the voice was much clearer and so close to her ears. Sakurako shouted at the empty dock as loud as she could. "Is there anyone here? Do you need help?" "...My hulls... it hurts... I can't... *cough cough* take anymore..." With a moment of silence, Sakurako realised the incomplete ship hull in front of her is Amagi, and the voice was coming from it. The little girl spoke through at the dock once more. "Amagi Onee-chan!! Is that you?" Soon, a soft voice replied to Sakurako in surprised. "H-How can you hear from me...?! I-It... can't be unless..." "Shikkari shite!! I will call papa to send help on the way!!" Looking from the platform, Amagi's hull was seriously damaged, and the structures totally cracked. Suddenly a figure covered in faint light appeared on the deck of Amagi, Sakurako couldn't see the face of it, but it spoke with the same voice. "I am done for... there's no way I will be fixed... *cough*... I guess this is my fate to be destroyed..." Heard for such words, Sakurako wept in tears as she cried at the figure with determinations. "Chigaimasu! Papa said you will be a great warship to save us from sea monsters, you can't give up easily!!" The figure let out a pitiful smile but felt from the words with warmth and encouragements, it sighed before lifting its head looked at the little girl. "You are brave and full of determination... *cough* w-what is... your name?" "Sakurako Tatebayshi... that's my name." The figure slowly walked to the top edge of the hull as it spoke weakly. "Will you... *cough cough* hear my final wish... Sakurako-chan? Take care of my little sister, Akagi... One day, you will become... the greatest naval commander under the voice of Kami... You... shall be... blessed..." With the final word, the figure began to glow around it with a smile of its face. It turned into a stream of lights floated towards the sun, as Sakurako gazed at them until they disappeared, she dropped on her knees and cried in despair. Soon later, Jiro and Uzu caught up in surprise of her crying, Sakurako rushed to them as she cried in tears, apologised them, and told them Amagi was gone. "Papa... papa... A-Amagi Onee-chan... she is gone... she can't be a great warship anymore..." Watched from the platform, Jiro saw the damages on the unfinished Amagi lowered his head and hugged Uzu and Sakurako as they cried together, with a tear in his eyes too. "... may she rest in peace..."
  2. Hello and good day, my name is Tatebayashi in game and a new player since the launch of Victory Belles. I have created a new VB fanfiction and would like to share it for all VB fans, please support my story to motivate me to write more. Link: https://www.wattpad.com/story/340464631-victory-belles-kami-and-funayūrei
  3. It has been suggested and approved that as the number of writers on this forum grow, there should be a place to compile their works so nobody gets lost or left behind. Such a compilation would also be useful for quickly finding any story on the site. So, here you go, a collection of the stories so far written, and a short summary of each. Unfortunately I was only able to include stories, not song parodies and other writing snippets for conciseness and uniformity. If there are any stories that I have missed, or any new ones get written, please notify me via PM so that I may add them to the list. If any writers would like to update the description of their stories, they may also PM me with details. The Improbable Captain DrYuriMom A free spirited lady gets chosen as the captain of a belle while on a tiger cruise. Can she take the reigns and defend the innocent families of so many sailors from the Morganas? Iron Fish Fallschirmjager A U-boat manifests a belle as the war begins, with an enemy right off the bow! A Bittersweet Symphony - The Tale of Manchester and Captain Falshaw Wellington99 Old wounds reopen for a weary veteran of The Great War as he gets pulled into an unfamiliar battlefield on the high seas. Ruhm und Ehre - Eine Geschichte von einem Kapitän und ihrer Belle Nel Celestine A loyal Kriegsmarine captain learns to work together with a proud and uncouth belle. Gipsy Soul TwoHeavens A tale of two lost ships in an unlikely partnership. The Return of the Iron Dog Scootia The crew of an unfortunate British corvette finds themselves an unlikely new ship. Ninjapacman's One-Shots Ninjapacman A collection of short one-chapter stories. So far there is only one. Hopefully he'll get off his ass and write more. The Cracks We Find Timpeni Kitakami breaks Hiryu's most prized teacup. A more serious-toned story of relationship. An Enterprising Captain Ninjapacman The veteran crew of a destroyer find themselves on an important mission in the South Pacific. Rote Erde, blaues Wasser Käpt'n Korky An independent Kapitän reunites with his crew to begin Service with the INPF. To Die on Your Feet Ninjapacman A cargo ship finds themselves as the only thing between a morgana attack and their convoy. A short patriotic one-shot. Home Away: An Aerial Odyssey Scootia The USS Los Angeles is the first and only Airship to manifest a belle. This is the exciting story of her restoration and service. First Blood: The Belle that Sunk a Ship of Innocents Pillwalker A tragic recounting from the ship's perspective of the first attack on allied shipping in the Atlantic War by U-30. Echoes of Jutland Scootia The Iron Dog returns, along with a Battle Squadron of the High Seas Fleet from the bottom of Scapa flow. They're ready to fight the Morganas, but can they do that while they fulfil their own agendas? The Ghost of the Mediterranean Historynerd A lazy officer of the Regia Marina finds himself and his torpedo boat crew under attack in home waters. Lament of the Cursed Ninjapacman A Captain without a Belle and a Belle without a Captain meet in the most unfortunate of ways. Will they be able to help each other? Thunderous Awakening Wellington99 A belle awakes on Sept. 1st, 1939 with memories of a completely different war.
  4. Read it here if you want: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38828403 The Team, of course, is welcome to use ideas from it if they want - and I would be honoured if they were to.
  5. Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28762983 It is about Uliva Valaresso, obviously. Comments are welcomed.
  6. Chapter 1 - Stand Before the Storm November 25 1940 14:05, log of VADM L. E. Holland - Operation Collar's convoy rounding Gibraltar carrying 1370 RAF technicians, HMS Manchester and Southampton escorting the merchant ships SS New Zealand Star, SS Clan Forbes and SS Clan Fraser with Force F. Fair weather and fair seas, and no fighting God willing. No movement reported by Force H's scouts. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ This wasn't what I had in mind when I think about going on a Mediterranean cruise, John Falshaw mused as yet another man gave up his lunch to the ocean. The Yorkshireman shook his head at the sight and turned his gaze over to the ocean. As much grief he gave those RAF blokes, he too was feeling a bit queasy as HMS Manchester gently rolled along the waves, and anything to take his mind off of it was welcomed. It was hard to believe that he, a former sniper in the Duke of Wellingtons Regiment during the Great War, was now lumped in with these pseudo-fly boys en route to Malta and Alexandria to tune up Hurricanes and Spitfires. Then again, they didn't really have much that an old war dog such as himself could do. His left knee began to ache as he started to move himself from the side railing and along the side of the warship, reminding him of the Jerry bastard that got him at Passchendaele. It was a different time back then, and remembering it brought forth a heavy sigh. He had been another one of those bright eyed youngsters who at 16 lied about his age to go off to war almost as soon as it had been declared. It didn't take long for the romantic visage to become replaced with the horror that was reality. The first battle he had ever been in had taken four of his best mates in a single artillery shell, and his second resulted in another two choking to death on poison gas. His older brother (by three years) got tangled up in barbed wire at the Somme, an easy target for the German machine guns that cut him to bloody shreds, and his youngest (by only a year) impaled by another's bayonet while he was recovering in hospital. By war's end he had seen every conceivable way a man could die on the battlefield, and he was none too excited for another Great War. Which was why, in an ironic twist, he was now once again in the military in a new world war, only this time he hedged his bets to make sure he would never serve on the front lines again. Getting work during the Depression was hard, but he managed to do well in a machinists job, well enough that when he applied to become a Royal Air Force technician they took him on the spot. Granted it was probably out of necessity than anything. He had little experience with the planes before he and the nearly 1400 others were stowed on board HMS Manchester and Southampton, so he had been trying to read up on manuals on the voyage, something that he ended up tossing aside. He was the type to learn as he worked, rather than to be straight taught what to do, and the manuals only served to alleviate boredom. Stopping for a moment for a quick smoke, John looked across the water to HMS Southampton, and noted the figure standing on the foredeck with mild amusement. It was unusual to have a woman on board a vessel unless they were being transported someplace, but this girl wasnt a normal woman. She was, as they called themselves, a Belle, a physical manifestation of a warship that protects the world from the Morganas, a group of seemingly demonic forces that want nothing more than to wipe out humanity. The Belles choose their captains with no discernible criteria, no matter what they are or where theyre from. There was even tale of a female American Belle captain, and of a German Belle going off with a Russian. Fortunately, Southampton's Belle stayed to her mother country so there was no fear of some foreigner getting their hands on one of His Majesty's ships. The captain was also a rather unsurprising pick, a Lieutenant who was on board for a training exercise when the Morgana fog rolled in. From this distance, John was only able to make out Southamptons white sun hat, though he was sure the daintily appearing Belle was enjoying herself in the sun. Funny how she would probably be better suited as the Belle for HMS Brighton, but that ship hadn't manifested a Belle yet, and she at least was a good enough representative of Southampton itself. Just as he finished his cigarette, tossing the butt into the sea, he looked up only to see Southampton's Belle rigid and staring to the east. Something caught her attention, something that snapped her from her usual cheery disposition, and that wasn't easy to do. Following where she was looking, he found himself gazing at a fog bank. It wasn't close by any stretch of the imagination, but from what the sailors told them, when there's fog, there's almost certainly a Morgana. It didn't take long for the ships to turn towards the south to try and avoid contact. With all these extra bodies on board, the two Town-class cruisers weren't at peak combat efficiency; the best tactic was to avoid conflict as much as possible. It was left to Force H to deal with any such threats. Heading back inside the warship, John took one last look towards the fog bank and thought he could see lightning coming from inside. Morgana or not, a storm wouldn't do well for Force F, and with any luck they would avoid it. Hoping for the best case scenario, he went down into HMS Manchester and to his bunk to see about trying to understand those damned manuals. Nearly an hour passed before the ship lurched, nearly tossing Falshaw out of his bunk in the process. "What the-" he grumbled as he tossed aside the manual he had been reading (rather using as a cover over his eyes so he could take a nap). He groaned as his knee shot with pain, getting down with a short leap. Those bloody sailors are trying to kill me, I just know it. Several other technicians were wondering what was going on, some trying to look out of port holes and others like John scrambling to the deck. As soon as he had made it back on to the foredeck, the fog bank had now nearly closed the distance. From what he could tell, it was well out of sniping distance but for ships it was right in the sweet spot. Again he saw lightning coming from within, except this time he could hear thunder, followed by a whistling sound. The water next to him erupted into a column, making him jump. It was a warship alright in there, a small fleet of Morganas. The thing was though, only a scant few shells landed around them, and they seemed to be deliberately aimed so they wouldn't hit. Most shots were being fired at targets within the fog, and it was unclear who. Another British convoy? A supply train? A group of Belles from Force H out of position? Things were slowly clicking into place for the former sergeant as the warships steamed towards the thunderous fog. The lurching was probably Manchester turning to avoid a shell and towards the fog, and the shells missing around them were probably to get the attention of the British force. At this point running away wasn't an option, so the two cruisers along with the rest of Force F were forced into combat. He just hoped that whatever happened, he'd stick to his plan of being as far from the front line if possible. Maybe the Morganas would be sunk before they arrived on the scene. In any case, he wasnt going to stick around on deck waiting to be shot at. He was going to head back down and wait this skirmish ou- "Oh no you dont!" A hand suddenly grabbed the back of his RAF jacket and began to yank him out. "You need to get onto the bridge, mate." John was spun around, and was looking right into a young womans face. "We need you, Captain." Oh, you've got to be kidding me =========================================================================================================================================== Well here is my foray into Victory Belles fanfiction courtesy of YuriMom. The next chapter will have more dialogue as this was more for setting the scene and getting the ball rolling. Let me know what you think. I decided to end there because it was a decent enough spot to do so, otherwise I would have carried on for longer (chapter 2)
  7. I was thinking that posting some of my Academagia fanfiction on other fanfiction websites (always clearly identified as fanfiction based upon the amazing PC game Academagia, to which I have no ownership) would have 2 benefits. 1. It would allow me to receive more feedback from readers. 2. It would teach more readers about Academagia, and maybe boost sales of the game. So I was wondering whether the Team would want to impose any restrictions (even up to an out right ban) on this practise. I would not do it without Black Chicken Studios's permission.
  8. The story is called "A Male Shaped by Four Females". Words: 3163 Summary: As Ross Moon goes through the final day of his first year of classes at the Academagia, three women and girls who have influenced him very much encounter him. Yet the woman who has influenced him the most he dare not mention! Any feedback from anyone here is much welcomed. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16791199
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