Rated 18. Trigger warning. May be disturbing. The story contain very sensitive topic if following content made you feel uncomfortable PLEASE skip this chapter.
Read at your own risk.
---
1939
Sugai Yuuka lazily groaned, pull the trigger of her gun and mercilessly shoot the pity girl on the floor and let her bath in her own blood. She walk towards the table to open the expensive white wine she bought last week only to wash the blood off of from her hands. She hates the smell of it, she hates that a lower class people blood stain her own skin. It's not worth it.
"Habu."
The door suddenly opened revealing a soldier who politely greet her.
"Yes, ma'am!"
"Discard those bodies." Yuuka pointed the two naked lifeless of two women on the floor. Habu complied calling the two juniors to do it, Yuuka watches them as she sits on the sofa and puff a smoke of cigarette.
"It's always the same boring girls." She breathed out, staring at the end of her stick. "I'm sick of it."
"But General Sugai, these two are level as the highest worth of comfort women." Habu said, eyeing the two bodies lifting by the soldiers. "The higher ups wanted them to their own barracks but they can't do anything against you."
Yuuka snorted, leaning her back against the sofa. What she said is totally opposite. The two women they brought didn't entertain her like what she wanted. Their touches, their kisses are making her stomach flipped in disgust where before she usually enjoy it. They didn't bring pleasure to her, much to her disapointment. That's why she ended up killing them, their lives aren't worth it anyway.
"Should we request for a high quality of girls to our situation?" Habu mumbling suggestions in front of her but none of those coming to Yuuka's mind because it is occupied by a certain woman. The woman she couldn't forget ever since she saw her for the first time.
"Don't tell me you are thinking of her again?"
The tone of Habu voice pull her from her trance, cutting the thread of thoughts about her. She puff another smoke and exhale it frustratedly, her hands brush her own locks. And the General silence and the bother in her face are enough answers to her question.
That woman did really bother the great General Sugai Yuuka.
Habu whistle, take the chair in front of her. "Wow, I can't believe a filthy slave can shake you."
Yuuka didn't respond so Habu continue to mock her. "Like what? It's been months since you saw her and from what I noticed you been like that since then."
"What the hell do you mean?"
"You don't enjoy women anymore, you hated to be touch by other women and whenever we passes by in that area, you keep checking on her. Seriously?!" Habu let out a cackle, wiping the tears from her eyes. "Captain, you can't possibly fall to a mere lower class comfort woman. She's equals to a dust for pete sake."
It's true. The bitter taste rolled to her mind, sending shivers down to her spine. She's trying her best to remain calm though she wanted to scream in frustration. She hated how that woman dare to stay to her mind and bugging her.
She inhale a deep breath, put a wine to a glass. "Maybe I'm becoming crazy."
"Maybe you are."
A long silence gnawed them until it break by Yuuka soft commanding voice.
