Summary: Various short stories about a group of girls who embody the souls of historical naval vessels coming to terms with their newfound humanity during a time of war and the somber world they live in.
On the Shores of Kure
Index :
On the Shores of Kure (main story) 1-1
1-2 1-3
The Tale of N-9 (side story)
2-1 2-2 2-3
Disclaimer: The Kantai Collection universe is filled with allusion to World War II, and as such, so do these stories. But this was written for the purpose of enjoyment and entertainment, and no offense is meant.
1 - 1
Huff
Huff
'Breathe. Remember to breathe,' you remind yourself through the loud panting in your ears.
'Lungs need air. Fire needs oxygen to burn.' These were the laws and logic of the world, and it was good to reacclimate yourself of them.
Following your own advice, you inhale the chilly sea air deeply. And let go... watching the cold winter wind whip the white vapors away.
A smile breaks on your lips from the simple novelty of scent in your new body. Vessel?
Honestly, it was nothing short of incredible, as if you were constantly venturing into new territory, always on the precipice of a new discovery.
Yet, as you breathe, the familiar briny essence also floods you with a great sense of nostalgia.
Memories of riding the waves, of conflicts large and small, and of course, of your untimely death all came rushing back. The thoughts threatening to overwhelm and drown you.
You quickly take a mental step back and bring your focus back on the sea. How is it that you were even able to remember the ocean spray with such familiarity to be nostalgic about it anyways? Until three days ago, you didn't even have a nose!
Well... no. Now that you dwell a little on it, ships did technically have "noses," for a certain definition of the word. However, for all the experimental prototype systems installed upon you, you are completely certain you didn't possess an olfactory system to process the scent.
If so, then how did you come by these memories? Who are you?
What are you?
You pose an simple question for yourself for once. You are the pinnacle of destroyers. Swift as the island breeze, the fastest there ever was. The first and
only of your class, Shimakaze.
Not fast enough to escape death though, never fast enough.
Shaking your head free of the recursive thoughts, you break off from your training run to look over the rolling murky waters of Kure's bay, hoping to clear your mind. You watch as the fading moonlight dance across the rippling waves and the rising sun just beginning to peek over the horizon's edge. Everything around you was quiet save for the soft splashes of the oscillating tide, the gentle hum of electricity, and muffled whirls of distant machinery. The sound of Kure just beginning to stir awake.
The sight and sounds fills you with a temporary sense of calmness, a feeling you cherish for the moment you have it. After all, it's been a rather rare commodity in the few days since you were... born? reincarnated? resurfaced?
What are you, a submarine now?
Damn it, you've begun questioning about yourself aga-
"My, my~ you'll catch a cold if you don't put on more clothes," came a playful, chiding voice from behind you.
You whirl around to catch the source of the voice. The mechanical halo, shoulder-length purple hair, and eyepatch quickly identify her as the light cruiser Tatsuta.
Of course, who else would it be? Despite your short time here, you've noticed she in particular possessed a great talent for sneaking up on people. It wasn't that the light cruiser lacked audible presence or seemed particularly trained in the fundamentals of stealth, but that she simply had an uncanny ability to approach unnoticed.
Through your state of surprise, you finally manage to register her concerned comment for you. A cold, really? You couldn't help yourself as you quirk an eyebrow at the ridiculous proposition. After all, your internal body temperature ran at several hundreds of degrees, the result of near eighty-thousand stampeding mares within your engines, far hotter than any influenza virus's capability of surviving.
Not only that but your heart pumped oil and your body was of aluminum and bauxite, impenetrable to any pathogen...
Or wait, what?
...Was it? Perplexed, you bring a hand up to cup the crux of your cheek, feeling warm soft skin. Hm..?
What are you?
"You know~ you shouldn't really think about it all that hard. Let the answers come to you," Tatsuta comments airily.
Despite the levity of her tone, you catch the meaning of her statement. It puts your focus directly on the light cruiser. Does that mean... Did she know?
An answer?
"Yes~ you shouldn't think about our dear admiral all that hard. I know he's quite charming~ but he's terribly busy. It wouldn't do to distract him from his work," Tatsuta beamed at you.
Huh? The admiral?
...Right, right. You recall that due to her injury, Tatsuta is currently assisting the admiral while she recovered.
"Of course," you answer back, "He's treating you well, I'm sure."
"Um. Yes, very~ He enjoys keeping me up rather late into night though, hard at work.. Fufufu~" she breaks into an odd giggle, which you decide to brush aside as one of the shipgirl's strange quirks.
"Are you healing well then?" You ask partly out of concern, and partly out of a sense of responsibility you owed to Tatsuta for being involved in the battle that caused it.
However, you ask mostly because you realize that one day you might be on the receiving end of an injury on a similar scale and you want to know the true extent of a shipgirl's constitution as soon as possible. It was a purely pragmatic concern, but important to you nonetheless.
As you wait for an answer, you observe as Tatsuta's eye widen from surprise.
Why though, you ponder?
It's honestly vexing. You've always excelled at grasping the question of what, the concept of observation easily within your grasp. But the question of why was one that seemed to forever elude you. Maybe that's why it's bothering me so much?
In particular, the whimsical shipgirl before you always seemed to be just a little bit beyond your capacity for you to ever obtain a good read on her.
She raises her arm and gently touches the purple and black eyepatch covering her left eye. "Of course~ My honorable sister's hand-me-down has been serving me well. I'll even be well enough to sortie by the end of the week~"
A lie. Even with your difficulties understanding the subtleties of communication, you could tell that the last statement was a bold face lie. With only the most cursory of observation, you could notice the slight hunch in her shoulders, her slow walking pace, and the beginnings of darkened creases forming under her remaining eye.
It was obvious to you that just being up and about was taxing for the purple-haired shipgirl, and that she was attempting to hide it. For what reason though? Perhaps it was hubris and foolhardiness speaking for her, and that the light cruiser was more similar to her sister than first appeared. You are not sure.
"My~ I do appreciate your concern, but enough about me. That's not real~ly what I was here for."
You watch as Tatsuta gingerly pull herself to her full height with visible effort.
"I wanted to thank you properly for saving my foolish sister, Shimakaze-san," Tatsuta says, her voice devoid of her usual airy tone. With that, she places her hands on her lap and bends forward into a deep bow before returning to her original stance.
...What?
Confusion welled up from within.
You didn't save anybody. You couldn't have. You never have.
You have to assume that Tatsuta was referring to the incident three days ago, and as loathed as you are to admit it, on that day, you were too... slow.
So slow!
At best, you salvaged an unfavorable situation. At worst, your arrival didn't really contribute anything. By the time you arrived the damage had already been done. People had been hurt. The mission already failed.
You were TOO SLOW!
You had only helped, so you say so. "I just... gave her a hand," you shrug, internally struggling to find the right words to express yourself.
"Of course~ of course~" Tatsuta acquiesces while returning to her typical voice, "then, perhaps you like to join me and my gluttonous sister at Mamiya's whenever we are all free? It'll be her treat~"
Speaking plainly, and you often do, the offer came out of nowhere. You had known the purple-haired shipgirl for all of three days, and had the equal number of interactions with her. As far as you know, that wasn't enough time to form a close enough rapport with someone for such an offer.
Nevertheless, you aren't someone so foolish as to deny free food when offered so you accept with an "Okay."
"Wonderful~ I'll inform my beloved sister of this great news. See you then~" she says with a tone of satisfaction.
You nod in understanding and watch as the purple-haired shipgirl retreat toward Kure's medical wards.
With the impromptu meeting over, you return to your previous task. Yes, running. You know that you'll face conflict in the near future, just as you had in the past. Your answer to every trial has been and always will be speed. So, when the time comes, you want to be ready.
You have to become faster. You
need to be faster.
Fast as the island breeze.
Author's note:
Hi SV! If you made it this far, then thank you so much for reading! Hopefully this intro helps sets the tone my style of writing.
It's a little bit of an odd decision to write this in second-person point of view, but my reasoning was that it might help the reader relate to the characters better. The other reason was that I've always wanted to try my hand at quest-running, which usually writes in this POV, but decided that was probably too ambitious of a task.
That aside, I'm a long time lurker/reader, first time writer/poster. It's also my first time using a forum board, so please be patient while I learn the ropes of a forum. Hope I didn't screw this up.
I actually wrote this first part in Christmas 2015 and it's taken me this long to work up the nerve to post this for others to see. Of course, there's the fact that I'm a very slow writer, so there's that. Maybe posting this will motivate me to write faster?
Critiques , criticisms, comments, corrections, (so many Cs!) and/or questions are very welcomed (I'm awful at keeping my verb tenses straight). I can take it, I think!