GerIta ; Heaven Or Hell

The Introduction To My Demise

Felicia's P.O.V

  By now, Sakura's grip had clenched down on my hand like the jaws of a great white shark Our steps were no longer confident and prideful. Instead, they were tiny and weightless. It seems we had been the final arrivals because everyone's head swiveled towards us in a hardened glare, some might've seemed innocent, but behind their calm demeanor, they were ferocious.

"You both took your sweet time, didn't you. I will ignore it for this is your first time but I expect everyone on my team to be precise, orderly, and not single hair to be out of place! Do I make myself clear?" A tall, muscular, blonde demanded, standing out above the rest. Her hair was styled into a pixie cut and she wore a military uniform. This must've been Monika. In the cabin, there were four other people, including the intimidating blonde but I ignored them all. Sakura and I made a grave mistake, not answering her demand. "Well?!"

"Yes Ma'm," Sakura and I shouted in reply. It hadn't been 10 minutes yet and I'd already embarrassed myself horribly. At least we were in the same boat together. Monika's gaze softened only a fraction before noticing our embraced hands, then they reverted back into a glare.

"This isn't kindergarten! Go pick out your bunks, They're the last ones against the wall, and while your at it, come and give me your sizing measurements for your uniforms," she commanded, relaxing only for a fraction of a second as Sakura and I let go of our only lifelines. Proceeding to do as we were told, I claimed the top bunk, tossing my luggage up onto the covers while Sakura had done the same with the bottom bunk. Good thing we wanted the other bunks each, that meant we wouldn't fight for who got what. From there, we regrouped with Monika in a corner of the room.

"In this order, giving me your bra, shirt, pant, and shoes sizing. I must assume you brought underwear, yes?" I muttered an incoherent 'yes ma'm' and tried to focus despite her intriguing German accent. Sakura and I seemed to fight over who went first, because neither of us wanted to but Monika sighed impatiently before calling my god forsaken name from the clipboard held surely in her embrace.

"Damn it... Sakura!" I giggled quietly at the Japanese flower, who grinned triumphantly before turning back to Monika. "34c, medium, large, and size 5." For a moment there was silence before the blonde glanced down from her writing to look at my bust.

"Are you sure? They appear to be a size D," the German commented bluntly while staring indigently at my boobs. I felt a blazing heat rise up into my cheeks as I regarded her with embarrassment written over my features. instinctively wrapping my arms around my luscious breasts, I nod cautiously.

"Yes! I'm quite sure and I hate to disappoint you but my eyes are up here - on my face," Maybe it was rude to say something like that to her, she wasn't one of those Italian fuckboys from back home, but I didn't care.

"Ah, yes, I'm quite sure of the female anatomy, you don't have to reteach it, go back to your bed and put all the contents in the divided trunk boarding it, and please refrain from being disrespectful, I'm not usually this forgiving," she stated, having lost some of her loud, demanding volume from before, her cheeks were dusted with a pastel, rosy, pink but I chose to ignore it and do as I was told. I thought she was supposed to be horrible, one of those stereotypical boot camp officials, everyone online was absolutely terrified by the mere mention of her name. Oh well, she said she was in a forgiving mood so I should just be thankful and finish unpacking.

My side of the trunk was more than enough for me to delicately place my necessaries in without a hassle. I made sure to leave room for the uniforms and hid my lacy panties below their matching bras, which were completely covered by my menstruation bag, my beauty bag, and my spare combinations of clothing. Mirroring as the other cadets had done, I slid my luggage carrier underneath Sakura's bunk, making sure to leave room for hers. With time to spare, I plopped down on my mattress as Sakura rapidly finished unpacking. She tilted her head in my direction while motioning to my bed and I nodded enthusiastically.

"All hope for a fun Summer has been murdered, don't you agree?" I giggle quietly, as to not attract attention. Monika, who I could no longer spot, must be going to retrieve everyone's uniforms. Sakura regards me with a puzzled look.

"It may seem so but I'm sure Monika will do her job no matter how or why we protest. Speak of Monika, I feel my shipping senses ignited," the Japanese flower giggles menacingly before turning to me with a simple smile. Now that has me quite curious.

"What's shipping Sakura?" And from the demonic expression boasted on her face, I can tell that it could only be my demise.

"That's for me to know, and you never to find out, hehehe," we start to giggle uncontrollably before a soft, gentle voice interrupts us both.

"Hi! I don't mean to intrude I was just wondering if we could be friends, I've only greeted about two only people but the rest are all so mean! I'm Lumi Vainamoinen, nice to meet you!" A short, platinum blonde girl with lavender orbs greeted. She fit in with Sakura and I, she wasn't intimidating or silent, but rather, much more gentle and free.

"It's nice to meet you Lumi, my name is Felicia Vargas and this is Honda Sakura," I motion between Sakura and I and catch her thankful glance for the introduction. "I'm from Italy and she's from Japan, which country are you from?"

"Oh, I'm from Finland, seems everyone really is from a different country, no?" she laughs gently while tilting her head absentmindedly.

"Would you like to stay and talk with us, Lumi-chan?" Sakura peeps in, rather kindly.

"Why thank you, It'd be a pleasure!" The Fin cheers gratefully, and I can't help the joy that bubbles inside me! I have two friends now, among the dead crowd of scary strangers I haven't met.