Azur lane: A history through their eyes...

Utah's End

Pearl harbor. 

1941, December 7...

Ford island.

"Wake up sleepyhead, time to get up." An older Dreadnought with glasses spoke up gently as she nudged a light cruiser still laying in her bed. 

"Ahhh but Utah! It's Sunday!" The light-cruiser Raleigh pulled her blankets over her head.

"Come on! Early bird gets the worm!" The older woman clapped her hands loudly, grabbing the cruiser's blankets and yanked them off the smaller girl.

"Ahhh, Utah!" The cruiser balled up her body from the coolness of the room. 

"If you get up now, I'll make you breakfast." The old Dreadnought said in a motherly tone as the cruiser quickly grabbed her glasses from her night stand and bolted upright.

"Pancakes?!" Raleigh asked enthusiastically as she fixed her glasses and got out of bed.

"Sure, with syrup and butter." Utah smiled brightly at the young cruiser as Raleigh quickly got dressed and followed her senior out of the room.

Thankfully the kitchen was empty this early in the morning as the older dreadnough .

"Have a seat." Utah made herself at home, turning on the stove, pulling out mutiple kitchen instruments to make pancakes.

Raleigh watched in fascination as even though Utah was an older dreadnought, she's still moved gracefully in a kitchen as she wasn't sunk yet.

"Let's cook." Utah had been acting lead target ship for years as she still had this duty for all the girls at Pearl Harbor. It had been a simple, but successful career she believed. 

The older woman had seen the world, she had sailed the ocean blue, feeling the salt wind blow through her amber hair and glasses.

Soon she began training the new gunnery crews that would be stationed on Yorktown and her sisters, along with the others on Battleship row.

The Dreadnought tied on an apron as she looked at all the ingredients in front of her, then Raleigh. 

"I was thinking maybe after breakfast we could get the canvas out and do a bit of painting?" The brown haired crusier just nodded shyly, her mouth watering at the preparation of her breakfast being made right in front of her. 

She may have been old, but Utah's hands move swiftly mixing, whisking as she measured out each ingredient and slowly turned in place, throwing butter gently on a pan on the stove.

The batter was soon ready as she slowly lifted the pan, turning the butter inside of the pan until it was it was completely lathered. 

With the greatest of ease Utah poured its contents into the pan as it slowly began to cook, filling the air with the smell of buttery goodness.

"Ohhh Utah, you don't know how much I love having your pancakes in the morning." Raleigh inhale deeply as Utah just chuckled and shook her head.

"Well it's the only thing that seems to get you up to these days." The light cruiser blushed at the older woman's reaction as she began to fidget.

Utah had taking a liking to the light cruiser as the smaller girl looked a lot like her, but younger and her interest in art only made it better.

Utah herself was a very talented painter as she had paintings and artwork she had did from around the world hanging in her room.

"I'm really excited we get to paint today." Utah beamed as tossed the large pancake in the pan.

"M-Maybe, I'll just watch you today?" Raleigh said embarrassingly as Utah paused.

"Why? You're making such great progress and the sun will be out today and they'll be a perfect time to paint the valley?!" Utah began, staring at the pancake.

"I'm not any good anyway, s-so why bother. Maybe I'll go play left field with Detroit and Bo..." The older dreadnought's heart clenched as she knew the girl really wasn't into sports.

"Look I got an idea, so just eat up for now and don't think about it okay?" Utah flipped the pancake again, making sure it was done all the way through as she slid onto a plate.

Utah then took her fork as she laid a glob of warm butter in the middle of it and she slid a bottle of syrup towards the cruiser.

Looking up, Utah realized the smaller girl had tears rolling down her eyes as she reached for a small towel on the table.

"Come on, no need to cry, I already put enough salt in the pancakes." Utah gently lifted the girl's glasses as she dabbed her red eyes gently.

The Cruiser's lips trembled, sniffing loudly as Utah let her blow her nose into the towel.

"That's better, now come on eat up before it gets cold." Raleigh nodded her head as she opened the syrup and put it on thickly.

"I'm going to go set up, so just take your time okay?" Utah smiled over her shoulder as she took her apron off and washed her hands. 

Raleigh just nodded again, holding back tears of joy as the pancakes were delicious.

Utah went back to her room as she gathered her art kit and a canvas. She set up everything at the dock as it was nothing more than a chair in front of a wooden canvas set.

The older woman made sure she had everything in order as she heard the door open and Raleigh walk out.

To the Cruiser's dismay, she only saw one chair and one canvas as Utah stood in front of it.

"So you just want me to watch then?" The girl turned her nose to the grindstone as Utah just chuckled.

"I want you to join me." Utah held her right hand out as the cruiser looked up in complete surprise.

"But?!" Raleigh tried to make excuses as she unwittingly lifted her hand up. 

"No buts now, come on!" Utah pulled the brown-haired cruiser into her lap as Raleigh tried to make herself as small as possible.

"Relax, it's the most important thing with it comes to art, in any form." Dreadnought's word's and lap were soothing as Raleigh inhaled and exhaled deeply.

"I can do this!"

The brown-haired cruiser mustard up all of her courage as she gently laid back into Utah's bosom.

That's a good start….