Murakumo (is) special #1

Murakumo (is) Special #1
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In room 105, there lived two of the Fubuki sisters. The nameship: Fubuki herself, and the 5th ship Murakumo.  Unlike many sister ships, the two did not get along well.  It wasn't as if they had a vendetta, or personal issues with the other.  It was simply a clash of personalities.  It had almost gotten to the point of simply dividing the room in two, but that would never have worked out. After all, Murakumo wanted to divide it horizontally.

However, things were slowly getting better. As of right now Murakumo was writing in a card, specifically a 'get well soon' card for none other than Fubuki. She wasn't even able to sail back to base unassisted. Not much writing was actually being done, mostly drawing circles in the corner of the card.  What kind of thing was she supposed to write in there anyway, Murakumo thought.  She couldn't bring herself to just cop-out and not write anything.  Murakumo sighs when she notices the time.

“Auuuughh, I'll just write it, whatever.”

Murakumo had planned on handing it off to someone else when they went to vist Fubuki, but she didn't trust anyone not to look at the contents of the card.  'There's enough time to go stop by Fubuki anyway. It won't mess with anything I have planned' Murakumo thought, nodding to herself.

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A few questions and a couple of stern glares to hospital employees gets Murakumo the directions to the location of Fubuki's room.  As she passes through the white hallways others give her a wide berth, some of them even refusing eye contact.  Murakumo doesn't bother knocking as she opens the door.  She sees Fubuki sitting upright on her bed, eyes glazed over in the general direction of a tv. Murakumo has her card hidden out of sight behind her back.  She's standing right next to the bed now, yet Fubuki is still staring off.

“Hey! Fubuki. FU – BU – KI.”

This wakes Fubuki out of her stupor, slowly turning her head towards Murakumo, eyes coming into focus. She has a smile on when she recognizes her visitor.

“Oh, Murakumo. It makes me happy that you came to vist.”
“I, uh, just wanted to see how bad it was.”
“I understand.” Fubuki's still smiling. She knows.
“You don't understand!” Murakumo barks back at her.  “You're the Fubuki-class nameship. You're supposed to set a good example for all the others.”
Fubuki leans her neck back on the pillows and looks at the ceiling. “Yeah... Yeah.”
“... Were you at least useful in the battle?”
“Well I  escorted Akagi... Didn't really do much at the end.”
“Ugh, any idiot can throw lead up in the air. You can't fall apart at the start of every real battle.”
“I know...” Fubuki is still looking at the ceiling, her smile gone.
“A-at least you're tough, I-I guess.” Murakmo replies, quieter.

There's no response from Fubuki.  Murakumo awkwardly fidgets in place.

“Listen you have to become more skilled, alright?” Murakumo pauses, waiting for a response that won't come.  “And don't think you can slack off here! So hurry up and get better already.”
“I'll try.”
“Take care of yourself. I don't... I don't want to be...”  Alone.  “W-well. That's it. I'm leaving now.”

Murakumo stealthily places her card behind a flower vase, hoping for it to be unnoticed. As if no one is there to verify what the card says the feelings written there won't come true; Won't exist.
“Bye, Murakumo.”

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