The previous day was wild one, from sunrise to sunset. Being woken up in the most distressing way possible: beastmen and earthquakes.
Hours and hours passed of what seemed like an eternity of defending their base from those hairy bastards really wore out the entire team of fighters. Especially Yoko, sitting on the front lines as usual.
“So stubborn… don’t she know when to catch a break?” Kamina thought. What a rhetorical question that was. Yoko was somebody who would rather die on the front lines, fighting ‘til she was numb rather than sitting back and letting her loved ones fall. She fought until she went numb most of the time, holding that rifle for periods of time and that trigger finger constantly moving as quick as lightening, what a workout.
After all the madness, Kamina carried her to the village site. For once she let him help, her whole “I can do it on my own!” attitude being weak due to her exhaustion. They sat back to back, enjoying a nice hot meal they well deserved. Before he even took his first bite of chow, the redhead already fell asleep against him.
❝ mornin’ sleepyred, took you long ‘nough to rise n’ shine! ❞ peeking over his shoulder to look back at the drowsy gunslinger, he shot her a warm smile. He didn’t want to disturb, so he sat there still until she woke up on her own. Who knows how many hours he sat there?
—★★★ So many sounds, was the sniper dreaming? The ringing in Yoko’s ears grew louder and louder. No, I have to bear it, I have to be strong! she thought. I suppose that last battle really put the redhead out of commission, for once.
Though in all honesty, that’s exactly how the girl has always been. Now it had doubled in size as Yoko joined with the infamous Team Dai Gurren, again pushing herself a head to protect them all from the beastmen, especially the younger ones. When you get down to it, she’d risk it all to protect the ones the sniper cared most about, the team..her family?
That voice. Yoko’s eye’s opened slowly, her sight a bit obscured by a reddish hue. For a moment, she felt a breeze flow, caressing her face as her bangs adjusted. A few more blinks from the drowsy sniper, her vision had finally become cleared.
The redhead’s eyes narrowed, looking up to meet her gaze with the blue haired man’s red hues. “K-Kamina?..Ack!” A small grunt escaped. Yoko raised a hand to rub one of her temples. “Uhh, my head..” The sniper took a moment to rub both temples, gently massaging both sides, easing the tension that has built up. ★★★—
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