IS-3-way

IS-3Hellcat TD

HaM side story of an IS-3, Hellcat, and a lucky human. This takes place in the closing months of the World War when IS-3s were just being started on the fields of war, although none actually made it to the front in time they did participate in the victory parade. The Hellcat is just that same legendary tank destroyer.

IS-3-way

Demon and Allen were strolling through their Russian allies; it was 1945 in the closing days of Hitler’s third Reich and the American and Russian armies were running into each other all over Germany. Demon was a M18 Hellcat with scores of kill tally marks on his turret’s right side and DEMON painted across his glacis, Allen was his seasoned driver with a charm that wooed women in any country he was in, a charm not lightly used, either. As they meander through the camped Russians and Americans trying to talk to some Russians a loud feminine voice with a heavy accent sounds from their right.

“You Americans look bored, no?” She was a long tank with a paint job too new looking to have seen any combat. Her green eyes on her angled teardrop shaped turret were eager and hopeful. Allen was admiring her angled hull armor, unique in that it points like and arrow head, Allen thought it was ingenious.

“Yes! Finally a Russian to talk too! We ain’t bored anymore; here I’m Demon, a Hellcat tank killer, and this guy’s my driver Allen, what do they call you?” Demon was very excited to talk to an ally of another side of the damned fatherland; he couldn’t stop staring at her huge gun.

“They call me spearhead,” she gestured to her comrades a good distance around the group. “But the little girl that would play with me before I left called me Dima, I like that better.”

“Pleased to meet you Dima, so what’s it like over there in the Russian army?”

“And what gun is that?” Demon spurts out still eyeing her gun.

“Huh, my gun is one hundred and twenty two millimeters Demon,” Demon felt small, he had a seventy six and his jaw-dropped expression turned into a sly smile as the thought that he could shove his whole gun inside hers and that obviously turned into something dirty. “But it’s quite lonely, very lonely here. No one talks to me like this, only commands, orders, occasionally a morning greeting. That’s it.” She was looking a little downed; Allen thought how he could make this a good time for her. He was never lonely and never thought of vehicles sexually but he thought if it ended up there then damnit he’ll give it a shot or get Demon laid.

“Well we’re here now and you’re the only ruskie here that speaks English, how do you speak English?” Her eyes darted to him full of hope again, and caught some of his charm.

“Well when I got close to front I heard you Americans on my radio, I learned through there. How long exactly is… now?” She was hoping to take hold of the chance not to die a virgin if they ever do scrap her, she liked how Demon was ogling over her gun and something about Allen fanned her fire. “I was never on the front, never killed a German… you could share some of your stories! You must have plenty!” She was begging the two, they talked forever about the kill stories, going through all of his kill marks and making Dima look at them in awe at the shit they pulled out of their asses when they were cornered. Dima’s lust continued growing and festering, she used whatever she could think of that she remembered from the radio tunes to flirt with them. She tried her best to swoon the boys, Demon seemed to be interested but Allen was looking a little unmoved.

Soon the sun was setting, however, and by this time Dima was craving her first time to be by two Americans, she had to snatch up Allen some way. She went out on her own accord to catch Allen; she seemed to gain a hold of him while Demon looked like he would plow her in front of everyone. Allen was thinking it has come to a one night stand, but she didn’t look bad, the angles in her hull were attractive, her turret shape was nice and appealing, her roof mounted machine gun continuously caught his eye, and he could only wonder how her ‘ass’ looked. He’d soon find out.

“So you boys have plans later?” She could barely contain her excitement, and if anyone were to walk by behind her would see it too.

“No we’re clear for the night.” Demon rapidly responded, he wanted her body bad, and really craved her gun-it was so mighty and powerful yet so simple in design.

“Well I did want to hit the town, maybe a pub-” Allen was saying.

“You don’t need any German girls.” She started, thinking what to follow up with. “Ever been with a Russian gal?” She wore a sly smirk. Allen was contemplating her proposal; he hasn’t been with a Russian or a machine much less a Russian machine. He finally sighed and responded.

“Can’t say I have, Dima, it’ll be a first for me.” Dima smiled, she had no clue where they could bang but she didn’t care where.

“Russia doesn’t look kindly upon this type of bonding, so… any idea where, Americans?”

“I’ve got a spot,” Allen settled, “but its back on our side so if you could… sneak over here… we’d be golden.” She nodded very fast, supercharged on adrenaline and anticipation. The two tanks weaved on out into a field then darted for the tree line. Demon’s max speed is ninety-two kilometers per hour, almost three times Dima’s, and realizing this he went back around and pushed her as best he could noticing that the spare track link mounted on the lower of the two sloping rear plates was oozing precum and knew where her mysterious port was, while Allen found the same thoughts. Not too long into the trip all three were ready to get it on. They venture through the woods for a decent while before coming upon a clearing. It looked like an undiscovered old park, abandoned for Mother Nature to reclaim her lost land; it was still picturesque.

“You’re most romantic, Allen.” Dima said as the scenery moved her internally and gave her confidence that no one will intrude upon them, the worn brick wall still stood tall and mighty.

“When the fuck did you find this?” Demon asked moving around Dima to get a better look around.

“Well my family came here to see my grand pop’s grave, and this was one of the places we visited most often here.” He looked around with flashbacks upon flashbacks whizzed by his eyes. “Is that damn tree still there? Holy Jesus it is! Damn that tree’s old…” They sat and savored the moment until the full moon lifted above the tree line to light up the scene with its light blue gleam. Allen looked to Dima’s light green eyes watching the stars and moon like it’s a mystical being.

“Ever see the stars before, Dima?”

“No, if that’s what they’re called in American, I’ve not seen the stirs before.” Demon grinned at her pronunciation of stars. “I can watch then later, let’s take the time at hand and fuck!” Her tone change was swift and shocking, none cared and continued as planned, or what they thought was the plan. As Allen moved behind Dima and Demon followed, she protested with her own plans.

“No no, what are you doing, Demon? I have a mouth in front and a cunt in back. Use them my lovers.” Demon instantly hit into reverse to take the blow job first, her gun was an attraction irresistible to him. The two Americans got to their appropriate ends and admired it.

“Are you two ready?” Dima could barely contain herself she was so excited. Demon nodded while Allen was unlatching the steel cables from their mounts that held the spare track link to the source of her leaking. He undid the cables and lifted the link off and to the side, multiple tethers of her silver fluid still holding to it; he stared in amazement at how enticing her vagina was. Demon was sitting in front of a waiting hungry Dima, trying to get the extra armor put on his crotch by his crew off, Dima said fuck this and ripped it off herself revealing a hidden force also trying to remove it. His long gunmetal shaft looked thick and filling to Dima, she licked her lips as Demon rolled forward to her cues then lifted him onto her chest without his consent to plunge his massive size into her mouth.

“Holy fffuck!” Demon was instantly hit with this vast feeling of pleasure as Dima sucked and toyed at his metal member; licking, wrapping, caressing, all for Dima and Demon’s personal pleasure. Allen smiled at this thought, it was Demon’s first time having sex and he felt proud of Demon as he opened up his fly and let loose his veteran member to probe at the soft spot of this armored beast. He rubbed her tall slick lips with his shaft head, sending trembles and moans down her chassis, before he slowly and gently eased into her cavern sending even more trembles and moans through her. Her whole body quivering gave more pleasure feeling to Demon’s probe like it was vibrating, making him moan more. Allen was thinking to himself how he was going to please her giant welling when it slowly began to shrink in size, acting like a Chinese handcuff and constrict everything, bringing up her cervix to a more human like proportion. Allen was breath taken by the feeling inside her; he expected warm steel feeling with a good shaking by her immense engine that was literally right there. While the engine vibrations guess was right the feeling wasn’t; her entirety felt ungodly good, soft and plush with a hidden firmness below that with much heat and fluids baking his dick in all a way that made him agree this was better than any human was. He slowly pulled out drawing moans and complaints, first out of her tight cervix, then from her vagina, letting her collect herself after her first penetration, then slowly went back with a little more umpf and gradually increased speed and force until he was plain out fucking her.

Demon was very much enjoying what Allen caused back there affected Dima up here, her moaning rattled her mouth and her quivering shook her tongue around his probe bringing him even closer and faster to his orgasm goal. Her playing drooled out onto his chassis and her chest, rolling down her angled hull and off to the dirt, her eyes were clenched shut basking in the pool of her stimulation. She started to feel Demon’s shaft stiffen and throb stronger and faster when he confirmed her thoughts:

“Aaahhh Dima I’m close!” He was preparing for an orgasm he’d never felt before. Just as he’s there she pulls him out and pushes his end up above her gun letting him discharge onto her turret in a loud sound of pleasure. Some of his silver cum slopped down her turret side and entered the reach of her adventurous tongue to taste his essence with delight before turning her focus to the human rocking her world and her ass with an intensity that made her look like she was in pain.

Allen was soaking up the feeling that Dima gave him; he wanted this to be as good for her as it was for him but he knew he’d finish before her, even if she was virgin. He went down with his hand and stroked and turned her metal bulb sparking louder moans and wails from her. She had an empty mouth and was most likely crying about how good he felt in Russian, but neither man knew Russian. He was trying all angles searching for something to level the playing field, and knew instantly he found it when her shaking suspension gave out in the front three and she tried backing on to him screaming in even more high pitched screams of lust. He felt her grasp on him constrict hard, the thickness of plush material thinning until it is but the thickness of a nickel when he pulls out followed by her rush of cum spewing in streaks as she moans loudly in sporadic bursts. Allen finishes himself off outside letting out onto her armored plate and before he’s realizing it Dima’s turning around having them trade places at her pace.

“Shit- it might be a while for me, Dima… Ohh fuck!” Demon was resetting his probe and staring at the aching, dripping slit that’s growing larger to accommodate his size.

“That’s fine. Allen looks ready now.” Dima says grabbing and hauling Allen to her lips licking them intensely. Because her mouth is on the underside of the turret overhang, Allen didn’t notice the razor teeth Dima possesses until he’s right there and at her mercy. “Don’t worry sweets, I won’t bite.” She clamps down on him, releasing a moan and groan from the both of them. Dima licks his head cleaning off any pre-existing cum he has, and deeply loves the taste of his human flesh and fluids. “Mmmm you are delicious!” Dima exclaims to him.

“Aaahhh uhh, please don’t bite, please? I’ll be much tastier whole, thank you.” He says nervously, Dima smiles and looks at him innocently with her large green eyes and continues sucking and blowing and caressing. Demon, who doesn’t want to miss out on too much fun, extends two manipulators to circle Dima’s port entry point. He enjoys her cries as he pops in and out periodically, then pulls them apart trying to peer inside but sees nothing. He decides to return a favor and grabs ahold of her wide body at the sprockets, and hauls her heavy ass up onto his protesting hull where his faceplate is level with her vaginal plate. He splits her open again and peers in spotting wet soppy walls of goodness and a good ways in her cervix moved back for his size. He licks the just insides of her walls sparking the best moan she’s made yet. Allen feels her mouth vibrating with the moan and catches her eyes crossing in pleasure, he again felt pride in Demon again, and was hoping he could go back to human women happily, Dima was rocking his world and proving she was better than any other woman… and this is her first time, it’s a shame he’ll probably never see her again.

Allen wasn’t sure what Demon was doing to her back there but it was something because she was faltering in giving him a BJ now, her shuddering still kept him going, though. What Demon was doing was sinking his tongue deeper into her tunnel and lapping at her tasteful insides making her engine kick up a bit in amusement. Once he was rock hard and ready again Dima was closing in on her orgasm, so he decided to eat her out fully and let her explode on his faceplate, returning the whole favor, before placing her down again to get back to finishing Allen off. He couldn’t wait one bit and grabbed ahold of her again and pushed his member into her depths giving her a slow long moan of acceptance. Dima was absolutely overwhelmed, Allen tasted astounding, and Demon just seemed to keep going and going and going! She was thinking that he didn’t seem that big in her mouth, he wasn’t. Demon was lengthening his shaft’s reach, usually for coupling with others with hard to reach ports, but here it’s used as an extension to his whole. Although it’s not as sensitive as most of his body it could feel the pressure growing as he trekked deeper while his actual probe was indescribably stimulated with a very hot surrounding deep inside her cervix. Allen was at his edge and announced it but Dima didn’t hear him, having him cum in her mouth and it spurting all over her tongue, she completely felt whole, like this gift her two lovers have given her made her great, that she had purpose to her life, and she couldn’t live on without purpose anymore. Dima tasted Allen’s seamen on her tongue and didn’t care, she put Allen back on the ground and slammed her forward body down to get the most of Demon and screamed in delight in a mix of Russian and English.

“FUCK! OH FUCK! FUCKING DRILL INTO ME DEMON! DA DA DA YES DA YES YES YES! DAT’ MNE CHTO HUI! OOOHHHH!” He was going on and on; he wanted to get every inch into her and was certain that he would until she screamed at the top of her voice as he reached a searing hot wall in the back, the end of the line. He wanted to pull back to push again but also wanted to sit here, buried inside her. Allen came around, he was done with the night and wanted to get back what was rightfully his that he left here all those years ago wherever he left it, when he stopped by Demon who looked… different.

“Allen,” he asked somewhat nervously, Allen looked over as he put his package back into his pants covered in her liquids. “Allen I think- I think I’m in love with her…” Allen nodded and circled his finger in the air and mouthed ‘I’ll be around’ then kept going, wondering how he’s going to break it to him she can’t stay. As for Demon’s decision whether or not to fuck her or spoon with her, Dima answered it by grabbing onto his hull and holding him inside, the two of them moaning and loving each other for a good while before she began pushing him out.

“No no, here, I’ll do it.” He said, holding her hands with some of his, he retracted his probe in to him a good bit then extended it out slowly. They continued like this for a while before Dima turned her turret around to face Demon. They locked eyes, her green eyes meeting his gray eyes, she knew there what she could live for- not just Demon but, little Demon, she wanted his child. They closed their eyes together and continued until Dima asked him to pick it up, where he did. He pounded her where Allen could hear her loving yelps from across the park.

“OH! OH! AH DEMON! I WANT YOU TO CUM INSIDE ME! CUM INSIDE ME! OH YES BABE CUM!!!” She could feel him getting closer, and how deep he was she knew there was no chance she wouldn’t become pregnant but Demon pulled all the way out and bent his shaft up onto her upper panel just as she came, she shouted no and grabbed the top of his shaft tight to hold in his seed.

“NO! CUM INSIDE ME DEMON!” Allen heard her scream no and rushed over.

“What happened? Wha- who fucked up?” He asked panicked, he hoped Demon didn’t lose himself inside Dima.

“He did!” She exclaims to him, Allen goes pale, “He didn’t cum inside me! NOT YET at least!” She barked. Allen was confused.

“Dima! Why would I do that to you!? What do you want to raise a kid alone!? I don’t think they’ll do it!” Demon shouts at her, unsure why she wanted to do this. The three argue over this until Dima breaks out crying.

“Because I have nothing to live for!” The two others look at her to elaborate, “I have no purpose now! The war’s over! I’m never talked too! I’m never loved! I just want something to love! To care for! To live for! PLEASE! Plea-he-he-he-hease! Just let me that! I’ll do anything, just- please!” She continued begging and pleading with them. Allen decided one way to grant him time to think.

“Alright here’s what’s going to happen! Dima let him go outside of you, then Demon you’ll go back in but go slow! I’ll think about this because I don’t want you to ruin each other’s lives.” Dima was frantically nodding in agreement, once Demon solemnly agreed she let him go on her gun and engine roof, he was still very warm on her body. Demon looked into her eyes and even though she said nothing her eyes were bartering her life away for this if need be, so he went all the way in again.

Allen was sitting by the tree, he looks up into the night sky and notices a shiny corner of a box… he’d found it, and found a solution to Dima and Demon’s situation with its contents he remembers. He waits ten to fifteen minutes before he goes back to Dima and Demon, both looking like they could explode.

“Demon you can cum now.” Demon’s face instantly turns relaxed while Dima rejoiced and was crying tears of joy and asking if there was anything they wanted, anything. Demon thought about pleasing her anyway he could, and looking at his gun he wanted to plant it firmly between her vagina walls and let her clamp and rub on it all she cared for.

“There is one thing, Dima.” Allen asked.

“I don’t care what is it?!”

“Help me into that tree…” They strolled over to the tree and Dima held him up to climb into the tree, a few hilarious minutes and attempts later, Allen through down an old shoe box with many things in it. Allen slides down and opens it, revealing many old photos, a pocket watch, tinkers and an old key.

“This key, guys, will get you two into the United States.”

“How!?” Dima asks excitedly and questionably.

“Well when we last visited when I was eleven, a whole seventeen years ago, I was given a key, I put it in my box of stuff and kept it there, we last visited the park before leaving for home for the last time, I had climbed my favorite tree with my box hoping to put something in it. I never did and I accidentally left it here, it stayed right up there for all those years, I went mad looking for it, and now, I have this key, this key unlocks a secret cellar, that cellar has some of the world’s rarest wines! Worth millions at the time, if I sell them, I could buy you out of the army Demon, and smuggle you into America Dima.” The two looked at each other in astonishment.

“Thank you! Thank you a lot Allen! Demon, anything you want?” She turned to Demon, she helped Allen and Demon looked like he had something on his mind.

“Hmm… two things: first who was better?”

“You fucked me better; definitely, you’re huge in ratio to him.” Allen sulked; he wasn’t enough for the first time but God damnit pride still got to him. “But! But Allen tasted better.” She winks to Allen, who nodded sarcastically.

“And second: do you want to go again?” He asks out of love and passion, to hopefully sway her into love if that hadn’t happened already.

She ponders his question. “Yes I’m still horny like a slut!” With that the two race off back to the first spot where Demon placed his seventy-six into her chasm, loving her showing of affection while Allen thought how the hell was he going to fit them two in his four stable barn? I mean for fuck’s sake- and to think this is just the beginning!

Fin IS-3-way

Forgot to add in the post-comment. This will be continued much quicker than the other side stories because this will go further into detail as to how my version of tier II living machines procreate altogether… yes human x machine and machine x machine. You should know human x human by now. But this won’t stretch as HaM does, only a small number of inserts.

Zero 2. (SFW)

…….Zero 2…..

World War 2 was absolute hell, millions died. Friends were lost, and families mourned. The human conflict brought along many deaths of the machine kind. No machine was spared, from boats to ship, aircraft to cars. After the end of the war, the amount was astounding, while the humans celebrated, the machines continued to work.

Jump to about the 2000s, a single boat is traveling along the Leyte Gulf, it was a rather calm day as the large boat rests upon the ocean’s surface. On the boat, the crew of ten, plus one, were on the look out for wrecks at the bottom of the sea. One specifically was desired by a single crew member, the plus one. His name, Akio Muramoto, his grandfather, Eiji Muramoto. Akio was in his twenties, medium build, and thanks to his father being a wealthy business man in Japan, he had alot of time on his hands.

The crew were American, he was Japanese American thanks to his Mother being American, and his desires to find his Grandfather’s plane was heated by the fact of a promise kept secret to the aircraft, given to his Grandmother for safe keep. The promise was, “No matter what, please…bring Z back, she does not deserve such a horrendous fate.” Of course, his Father hated anything military, if it weren’t for his Grandmother, the promise would have been lost.

As Akio looked over the edge where a drone was sent down, one of the men came out of the cabin and shouted towards Akio. “Sir! I think we found something! Better come take a look!” Akio quickly ran over and into the Cabin, rushing over to the Drone’s control, along with the camera’s vision on the screen. What was on it, a A6M5 Zero, a wreck of one that is. “Is that the one?” Asked another crew member.

“I don’t know…get an all around view.” Akio told them. He had to make sure this was the one his Grandfather flew…the one he called Z. He held up a picture of him and his plane, there was a specific heart on the side of the fuselage where one would count as the plane’s cheek. It was painted by his Grandfather, so said his Grandmother.

As the drone moved about, the wreck was badly damaged, crashing into a ship will do that to you unfortunately. Suddenly, Akio saw it, he saw the heart. It was badly faded, but it was still visible even through all the terrible rust. “Thats it! Thats what I am looking for!” Akio shouted in excitement. The rest of the crew also gave some form of celebration as they found the ship. They have, afterall, been out to sea several times for over three years.

Within minutes, divers wearing deep diving equipment jumped into the waters, and also tools to help hoist the wrecked aircraft out of the water. So many years of rust, you’d expect the ship to be nearly impossible to get out of it’s position, luckily it sank, and it was mostly there, in terms of the fuselage. After the straps were hooked, the crane began to slowly lift the plane up and out. It had to be careful, otherwise it would snap the fuselage in half.

Thankfully, the fuselage appeared to be intact when it was pulled out of the water. The condition it was in however made Akio’s heart sink. Her tail was completely torn off, her fuselage had severe damage and rust upon it. Her wings and propeller were gone, she looked a bit like a torpedo. He knew, once he gazed upon the damage, it would take months, if not years to get her back in functioning order, and thats if the soul of Z hasn’t left already. For all he knew this could just be a ‘dead’ machine.

As the boat began it’s journey back towards Japan, Akio began to research up on the Zero, learning everything he needed to get the parts required. He also started research on living machines, looking upon how living machines exactly ‘die’. One theory stated that a living machine really never dies, it goes into a standby state when it is badly wounded, or inoperable, though it may die completely if the scrap is melted down.

Looking upon many other theories, he began to shiver, and wondered if this whole thing was worth it. He respected his Grandfather, and he was keeping his promise. He would walk over towards the area in which Z’s wreck was stashed, he would examine every single bit of her rusted fuselage. He then took a long gaze at that heart, how was it not rusted like everything else? He would place his hand carefully along the heart, and almost jumped back when he felt heat coming from the otherwise cold metal surrounding it.

“Your still alive…aren’t you?” He asked the rusted plane, which did not reply back. He would hold his hopes that this was at least something he could go upon to say she was still there.
After a few days of travel, they reached the Port of Tokyo, in which they had a place reserved for their return. A crew was waiting with a large truck bed to strap down Z in. After the boat docked, Akio got off the boat to address the situation, telling the Truck crew to be extra careful, the state of the plane was very bad, and needed extra care in transporting to his estate.

Once all was done and taken care of, and the Truck had driven to Akio’s home, the hard part was just beginning. Akio had a hanger that he had constructed himself, it was big enough to work on a plane like the Zero, perfect for being both roomy and comfy. He had to make sure he could work all over the Fuselage, so he had the plane hoisted gently with strong leather straps.

Standing before the wreck, the dim light of the day turning to dusk, he would sigh and begin working on getting the parts. He knew this was just the beginning, and yet he did not care. he was going to get this plane up and running even if it was going to kill him. So was the start of the intense work to begin.

Hours turned into days, days into months, and months into years. Almost four years into the project, and many cuts, scraps, gashes, and even broken bones later. Akio stood before an unpainted Zero with everything restored. The electronics, the engine, landing gear, everything was restored to its original condition. “Alright…now to paint you.” He would say under his breath, getting ready to follow the pictures on the Internet, along with the photo for any specific details.

Days went by, and now the plane was completely painted, along with a large smile on Akio’s face. “Wow…no wonder my Grandfather loved you, your absolutely beautiful!” He would say, as if talking to the plain. He had complimented and comforted the plane in hopes it could hear him while it ‘slept’. Saying things like “Your going to look just as good when you were flying with my Grandfather.” To even “Ill make you feel two hundred percent better!” Now here he stood, before a beautiful plane restored in all it’s glory. Only one problem, it wasn’t talking back.

Akio began to walk around it, wait, and even begin working along its body trying to see if anything would stimulate it awake. “God…don’t tell me your dead!” He started to worry deeply, there was only one thing left, he wasn’t going to give up that easily. He would climb up into the cockpit, and once he sat down, he started pressing buttons. “God…awaken!” He yelled in frustration. Then he looked down at the throttle, he was no pilot, but he knew a few things about planes during his restoring of her.

“Alright then…I guess Ill fly you then…maybe that might wake you up. He would say, swallowing hard as he strapped himself in, then slowly pushed the throttle up. The engine would rumble to life, the propellers started spinning up, and the plane started to move forward. Akio grasped the control stick tightly, the nervousness building up rapidly as he taxied out onto the road outside of the hangar.

As he turned, then positioned the Aircraft, he would attempt to push the throttle up slowly, but it wouldn’t budge. “What? Whats going on?” He asked himself, pushing harder and harder. “Why wont this thing move!?” He yelled in frustration, then was suddenly cut off by a voice. “Your touching me too tightly…do you even know how to fly?”

Akio froze, that voice…it was…feminine…it spoke in clear Japanese, and it was coming from within the cockpit. He waited, he wondered if that voice was just a part of his imagination. “Hello? Quit grabbing my controls so tightly! It really does hurt!” The voice spoke again, talking about the controls. He quickly let go of the control stick, and then the propeller came to a stop as the engine turned off.

“Is this…Z?” Akio asked cautiously.

There was a pause, then the voice came back, in a saddened, depressed tone. “No one has called me that in forever.”

Akio quickly removed himself from the cockpit, and jumped out of the Aircraft. He spun around and noticed a mouth, and then those beautiful Sapphire eyes staring directly at him. “Oh my god! Your alive! HAHA! I did it!” He cheered, jumping about in excitement as his years of hard work finally paid off.

“How do you know my name?” Asked Z, that tone yet to have left her voice.

Akio, still giddy with excitement, quickly turned to give the Aircraft any questions. “Oh, um, I am Akio Muramoto, my Grandfather was Eiji Muramoto, your pilot.” He replied. His happy face suddenly churning into one of confusion, Z’s face began to tremble, almost out of fear and pure dread. It was as if the memories began to flood back into her mind.

“Eiji…how could you…” Z spoke out in a voice strained with intense feelings of sadness. Akio heard this, and was confused with this. She was speaking as if Eiji did something horrible.

“Z?” He would ask, seeing if he could grab her attention. However, she was ignoring him at this point.

“Why?!Why?!Why?!Why?!Why?!Why?!” She shouted, almost screaming as her eyes were shut tightly, her sharp teeth gritted, and nearly a waterfall of oily tears streaming down her fuselage ‘cheeks’.

Akio has never seen a machine sob, this was pain, so much so that such a prideful machine was outright wailing. He took a step back, fearing that she may lash out, this was new territory for him, especially since this machine was acting so shockingly.

“Eiji! How could you do that to me!? Why did you not tell me!? Why did you kill me!? WHY!?” She shouted as if Eiji’s ghost was standing right in front of her. Her landing gear gave out, they folded inwards and she fell to the ground, sobbing as all those years of isolation, pain tearing at her heart at the betrayal she was given.

Akio just stood there, no words could even be given at this point. This machine, the one his Grandfather had flown and cared for, she was in such distress her landing gear gave out. He wanted to say something, but what could be said when you have several decades of depression to burn off.

It was about a near hour of sobbing, all the while Akio sat there, waiting for her to calm down. She became silent, staring blankly at the ground. Akio thought this would be a perfect time to try and talk to her. “So, how you feeling.”

Z didn’t even respond, she just seemed lost in all of what had happened catching up to her. Akio only stood there, moving ever so closely, not wanting to startle her, or have her lash out at him.

Akio finally moved in, and gave the oily cheek a soft rub. “Hey…your okay now…your here and alive.” He said with a soft voice, trying to get her attention and perhaps get her to a mental state where she would be able to continue to live.

“I don’t understand…” Z spoke softly, not yet acknowledging Akio’s presence.

“You don’t understand what?” Akio asked.

“You wouldn’t understand…” Z replied, her tone still filled to the brim with sadness.

“Oh come on now, I am here to help, I mean, I didn’t just drag you out of the ocean to scrap ya!” He said, hoping that would cheer her up.

Z, hearing she was dragged out of the ocean instantly triggered her sobbing again. She just laid there on the ground, slightly tilted to the right, her wing keeping her from rolling over. “I don’t…I don’t…I don’t understand…why he would do this to me. Why Eiji…my partner…my friend.” She would sob it out, not as bad as before.

“Z…your here because of him. He made a promise that no matter what, you would be brought back and kept alive! You are alive right now because of him.”

Suddenly, Z would spring up, that landing gear shooting her up so she was now standing. “Your lying! Eiji flew me into a ship! Even as I screamed, he killed me! Why would he want me to live?!” She argued, her tone a mixture of anger and depression. Her eyes still dripping with tears as she glared towards Akio.

“Because he loved you like family.” He responded, quickly bringing out the note in which the promise was written upon. Then showing it to Z, who quickly snatched it with her mechanical tendril claws. This made Akio jump back, shocked to see those. “Woah…I didn’t install those…where did they come from?” He said under his breath. Meanwhile, Z’s expression softened as she read the note. It was Eiji’s hand writing, she would know.

“Eiji…” She said softly, sniffling before relaxing her once tense frame. “So…maybe you could explain more than Eiji could…” She looked directly at Akio, a sad, but relieved expression upon her face.

Akio smiled, sitting down in front of the Aircraft as he began to explain. He knew exactly what she wanted to hear, after all that sobbing and shouting, it was clear she had no idea. Within forty minutes, he had explained everything.

“So…I was a Kamikaze? I had no idea.” She looked a little bit shocked, but was almost as if she figured it was all true. “Still…I don’t know why Eiji didn’t tell me.”

“Possibly because he didn’t want you to be afraid during the mission. He really did care for you.” Akio added.

“I…suppose your right.” She sniffled, bringing that one note right up again, taking a good look at it before placing it directly within her cockpit.

“Here, follow me.” He motioned her to follow, smiling as he had something for her to see. She hesitantly followed the human, still shaky from everything. They traveled at walking pace for around ten minutes, and they arrived at a pond with a plaque at the center. A bronze statue was in the center. “My Grandmother had this built, a memorial towards Eiji, and you.”

Z took a look at the Statue, eyes wide in surprise as it was her…cast in Bronze with Eiji standing proudly next to her. She began to tear up again, but this time with a smile. “Oh Eiji…thank you…” She said softly, thanking him for this second chance, making sure she would at least have one. After she had her moment, she looked towards Akio with a soft smile. “So…what is left for one like myself?”

“Well, I wont choose your life for you, there are Museums which will take very good care of you, but I doubt you will fly if you go there. Then you have the Historical Events, in which you fly about once a year, showing off your flying skills, but then are put into storage. Or…you can stay here. There wont be much for you since Japan Airspace is tightly controlled, but you will at least be able to fly over the less populated areas of the country.” He explained, of course Z instantly spoke out as the options ending. “Ill stay with you, I never want to stop flying!” She smiled big, it appears that she was finally to her old self.

“Thats good..” Akio laughed.

“With that said…would you like to?” She asked, a curious look in her eye.

“Like to do what?” Akio replied.

“Go flying, with me! Don’t worry, I’ll pilot!” She smiled sheepishly.

Akio chuckled. “Sure…I’d love to.”

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Authors Note: This is yet another quick story to show what happened to Z. Its another short story, but I hope you all enjoy either way~!