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Continued from Prompt 1~

Yuri rubbed her eyes as she stirred. She rubbed her head, trying to block out the sea of sounds that were washing over her. It was too damn early in the morning for this. She fell out of bed, fumbling with her uniform as she tried to discern the jumble of noises in the next room. Well, there was Rin. His high pitched voice stood out like a sore thumb. Others came to Yuri as she finally managed to come through. Hiyosu was there too, as was Akon, Nemu... Wait. Nemu? Dropping the hair brush she'd been wrestling with, Yuri shoved on a pair of socks and ran straight at the door, practically throwing it open.

There was a group of people, each and everyone wearing the S.R.D.I uniform... Bar Nemu and Mayuri. Turning to see what was going on, Mayuri's facial expression little changed from it's bored demeanour. "M-Mayuri! You're back..." Yuri approached Mayuri, squeezing her way through the crowd to the center of the data collection room. "You look like you're okay at least, I'm glad." Yuri muttered, smiling up at him. "Tch. Don't sound so depressed. I thought you'd be more... Hysteric."

"I'm just shocked you're back so soon... Without a scratch."

"Naturally. My, my... You're really not yourself." Mayuri turned to Akon, confusion clouding his expression. "What happened to her?"

"... What happened?" Yuri muttered, looking to the ground.

"Oh dear..." Akon muttered, chuckling as he took a puff from his cigarette.

But neither the Squad members, nor the Capitan and Lieutenant expected Yuri to start crying. Nemu was the only one able to suitably cover her shock, only smiling softly as she put a hand on Yuri's shoulder. Yuri sniffed, rubbing at her eyes with the back of her sleeve. "You jerk!" She cried, hitting Mayuri's chest with her fist. Holding it there, she went limp, allowing her tears to flow freely. Nemu muttered something to Mayuri, clearing the room with Akon's help. Mayuri was obviously still trying to grasp exactly what on earth was going on. Deciphering emotions weren't exactly his forte. "Why the hell did you go and do something like that, you idiot?"

"What?" Mayuri muttered, reaching out a hand and pushing Yuri's head into his chest. Still shaking, Yuri wrapped her arms around him and hugged on tight. "What do you think?" Speaking into his Shihakusho, her voice came out muffled. Mayuri sighed, dragging a hand through her hair.

"Okay, fine... But do you have an answer for me, stupid woman?"

Yuri froze. Even her tears stopped as she slowly raised her head, looking into Mayuri's golden eyes. They had always left her in awe, and she couldn't help but smile, even going so far as to giggle at his serious expression. Yuri knew it was useless trying to think about anything else, but she couldn't help but try while Mayuri was away. What if he got hurt, what if Nemu did? Well... That was a given, but what if one of them died? It was hardly a pleasant thought, but it was one that made her reflect on things. Mayuri was a part of her life, and he always would be. After long evenings of debate, and nights drowned in Sake, Yuri had come up with an answer.

"Well?"

"Yes."

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Continued from Prompt 1~

Yuri rubbed her eyes as she stirred. She rubbed her head, trying to block out the sea of sounds that were washing over her. It was too damn early in the morning for this. She fell out of bed, fumbling with her uniform as she tried to discern the jumble of noises in the next room. Well, there was Rin. His high pitched voice stood out like a sore thumb. Others came to Yuri as she finally managed to come through. Hiyosu was there too, as was Akon, Nemu... Wait. Nemu? Dropping the hair brush she'd been wrestling with, Yuri shoved on a pair of socks and ran straight at the door, practically throwing it open.

There was a group of people, each and everyone wearing the S.R.D.I uniform... Bar Nemu and Mayuri. Turning to see what was going on, Mayuri's facial expression little changed from it's bored demeanour. "M-Mayuri! You're back..." Yuri approached Mayuri, squeezing her way through the crowd to the center of the data collection room. "You look like you're okay at least, I'm glad." Yuri muttered, smiling up at him. "Tch. Don't sound so depressed. I thought you'd be more... Hysteric."

"I'm just shocked you're back so soon... Without a scratch."

"Naturally. My, my... You're really not yourself." Mayuri turned to Akon, confusion clouding his expression. "What happened to her?"

"... What happened?" Yuri muttered, looking to the ground.

"Oh dear..." Akon muttered, chuckling as he took a puff from his cigarette.

But neither the Squad members, nor the Capitan and Lieutenant expected Yuri to start crying. Nemu was the only one able to suitably cover her shock, only smiling softly as she put a hand on Yuri's shoulder. Yuri sniffed, rubbing at her eyes with the back of her sleeve. "You jerk!" She cried, hitting Mayuri's chest with her fist. Holding it there, she went limp, allowing her tears to flow freely. Nemu muttered something to Mayuri, clearing the room with Akon's help. Mayuri was obviously still trying to grasp exactly what on earth was going on. Deciphering emotions weren't exactly his forte. "Why the hell did you go and do something like that, you idiot?"

"What?" Mayuri muttered, reaching out a hand and pushing Yuri's head into his chest. Still shaking, Yuri wrapped her arms around him and hugged on tight. "What do you think?" Speaking into his Shihakusho, her voice came out muffled. Mayuri sighed, dragging a hand through her hair.

"Okay, fine... But do you have an answer for me, stupid woman?"

Yuri froze. Even her tears stopped as she slowly raised her head, looking into Mayuri's golden eyes. They had always left her in awe, and she couldn't help but smile, even going so far as to giggle at his serious expression. Yuri knew it was useless trying to think about anything else, but she couldn't help but try while Mayuri was away. What if he got hurt, what if Nemu did? Well... That was a given, but what if one of them died? It was hardly a pleasant thought, but it was one that made her reflect on things. Mayuri was a part of her life, and he always would be. After long evenings of debate, and nights drowned in Sake, Yuri had come up with an answer.

"Well?"

"Yes."