I had to leave very quickly to get my subordinate Ryuzoji out of the way of your patrols and bring her safe to New Tokyo. You will be glad to hear the lady is not too much injured and should be yelling for some bottle soon enough; sadly. Yet I do not regret risking my life to save her. That's what heroes do. I'm a hero.
That long preamble to express I'd have hoped to say good bye to you.
Good bye.
Now this is done, I would like to let you know you will find me back in Kyushu system tomorrow. Because it is not acceptable to give up on a task you assigned to yourself. Like the capture of LD-14. Do you remember that day? I was there too. Yes. I participated to Seto war. Funnily, I found back this picture a member of my wing gave me when I was assigned back to Core space.
Lucky man, they said. Perhaps. Perhaps not. Nobody is lucky today, when brothers are fighting each others for some petty power struggles. Blood Dragons must be amused.
That said, I'm confident you will be ready to take the right decision tomorrow, and follow me to New Tokyo. You know it's the right thing to do, so that a prisoner exchange can be proceeded with.
I'm sending you this picture a friend made of me. Some kind of cards game, I never really tried to find out. I'd be pleased to put an autograph on it if you come with it for your trip to New Tokyo. An enduring reminder of that exceptional man you met today.
File type: Text
Sender ID: Yamamoto, K.
Receiver ID: Kobayakawa, Y.
Priority:Low Subject: Why am I even writing this?
Kobayakawa,
what is the matter with you? You hold yourself in such high regard, but you make yourself look like a fool by doing so. You for some reason have set out suceed in handling this "prisoner situation", yet by putting all the determination you possess into your stupid demands and plans, pushing it far past the point even your own naval high command is willing to apparently, you neither make a release of this agent more likely nor do you make yourself look like the hero you wish to be. It just makes you seem like a short sighted idiot.
So you were there, at the forefront of the war. Fine. Then you have seen how it was there, have seen why it was. And you have as well seen what you left us to when the Gaulls came. When one conflict essentially just became another one - just that those we once rallied infront of to protect had buried a dagger in our back and turned away. In those days I lost so much and felt pain from so many different wounds. But to this day the betrayal maybe not of you but surely of the men whose colours you are flying now still by far more than anything the king's soldiers ever could have done to me.
But hey, since we are exchanging images, I might as well send you one, too. It is not as fancy as yours though, sadly. It is really just a poor old helmet camera shot.
You could say a wingman gave this to me as well. Although it is the last thing he gave to me. The man died in this fighter, in the fields of Tau-31, as we had nowhere to go and the Gaulls mowed us down. There surely was no luck there. Only death by the hands of the enemy, but enabled by our own kind.
And that is why I will never voluntarily agree to come with you, even if I thought your little plan would work - which it surely will not going by what has been said on this manner via internal channels. Not because I fear spending another three years in custody. Not because I despise you for which side you stand on. But because the side you do stand on is everything I despise, and I will not willingly give myself in so that there even might be a chance that this goes on any longer.
So, sure. Come back to Kyushu. Come back every day until the end of this civil war if need be, and try again. My answer will remain the same - if you want me as prisoner for this planned exchange of yours, you will have to take me by force. But please, be smart for once and don't. At least get yourself someone who is worth something.
Until the probably inevitable next time
K. Yamamoto
P.S.: What in the name of the emperor and all that is holy gave you the idea you are my friend?
Squished bigly ~Champ- Thanks, you're a champ. "What's the word for when it feels inside your heart that everything in the world is all right?"
Thinking about you as I was carrying Ryuzoji's drop pod back to New Tokyo again (She got downed once again. Some people have no luck; those people being me), I was overran by inspiration, which led me to write this nice little poem for you. Because you deserve one.
When I saw you flying away, your ship on fire
So did my heart go astray, following you my desire
Escorting you as far as Nagasaki docking bays
Ensuring you would be safe always
You mourn for the past, looking behind to retain your identity
Among the ice rocks of Tau 31 did you lose some you loved dearly
Many times lost in the dust clouds of Seto did you strive to survive
Knowing too well your own brothers had chosen the sacrifice to provide
Wasting three years in prison, bitterness slowly poisoning your heart
Deprived of your wisdom, your strength soon lead to reassert
It is a sad day when brothers fight brothers, fresh victims with new wounds opened
Ancestors looking down upon us in numbers, displeased by those signs of bad omen
What will be left of Kusari, when the Republic will have fallen
Or the last son of the deposed Imperial bloodline forgotten
I still want to believe there is hope, because Yamamoto could get back home
We will be soon on New Tokyo, fresh gardens together to roam
What a delightful moment to imagine, my mind now at ease
Knowing I will soon see again my beloved processed cheese
What do you think about the last rhyme? I think I could have found better. Still it is a masterpiece and you are of course free to print it and paste it on the wall of your quarters on Nagasaki.
Everyday you will wake up and gaze at it, instantly knowing someone you like is thinking about you.
File type: Text
Sender ID: Yamamoto, K.
Receiver ID: Kobayakawa, Y.
Priority:Low Subject: Here we go again...
Kobayakawa,
you know, when you said you would come back come tomorrow but then several days passed without any trace of you slipping past Imperial perimeter defences I almost felt happy for you. Because it seemed like you remembered how to use your brain and came to the conclusion that it would be better for everyone if you stopped wasting your time like this. For you, for me - and surely for that poor Ryuzoji woman who gets shot down suspiciously often while in your company.
But, of course, I was wrong, and you did come back. For shame.
I don't even wish to despise you personally. At points what you say is eerily true, after all. I do not want to fight my own kind; it shames me that I have to. But then you turn around on your own words of relative wisdom and proceed to mock everything you say your foolish attitude, like with that poem of yours. You open wounds I hoped had closed long ago with some of the verses in that. Only to stick a knife in them and twist it around a bit by apparently poking fun at me.
So, I do still not understand what this infatuation with me is about but the way I see it there are only two ways we both can come to terms.
One: you can drop the banner you are holding up now and join up with the rightful protectors of this house. I see it very much different, but high command seems to be very welcoming of Republican defectors. So if you really wish for this conflict to end you can do your part in it and, perhaps, one day redeem yourself for where you stood.
Or two: You will continue to do what your are doing. And I will continue as well. Until the day I shoot you down for good. Or until the day I die by your hand. Either way, until the matter is finally resolved and I can have my peace.
In hopes you do yourself a favour and do not come back
K. Yamamoto
Squished bigly ~Champ- Thanks, you're a champ. "What's the word for when it feels inside your heart that everything in the world is all right?"
Hello Yamamoto-san.
This is your friend Kobayakawa.
I would like to share this report with you. Another proof of my excellency, if there was any needed. I would so like to celebrate this great deed with you, in font of an expensive dinner on a renowned restaurant in New Tokyo Imperial district. Please call me so that we can arrange this dinner. Also, could you please consider offering me a cape during that dinner? I'm a hero after all. Heroes need capes.
P.S : I don't understand why you are angry about that poem I sent you. Wasn't it romantic? No matter, I didn't send it to you to belittle you or put salt on your wounds rest assured. You should know you can trust me, because our love will be magnificent.
Regardless, even if my objectives is achieved, I will still come to Kyushu to visit you, because I will never let you down.
File type: Text
Sender ID: Yamamoto, K.
Receiver ID: Kobayakawa, Y.
Priority:Low Subject: And it continues
Kobayakawa,
when I said I cannot stop you I knew you would just take it as an invitation. But back at it so quickly? I am not sure whether to be impressed, insulted, just plain confused or a little bit of everything at the same time. In any case, this so very "wonderful" message indicates that you managed to make it back to your side of the fence, so this will probably not be over anytime soon. Oh bother...
Until the probably surely inevitable next time
K. Yamamoto
P.S.: After you took off I sat there for a while, thinking. Longer than the matter probably is worth it.
I should have just shot you. You are the enemy. You were behind our lines. You were a threat.
But you are also a fellow fighter, a "brother" if you so will. And some of the things you said might not have been...quite so wrong. So I am glad I did not.
Do you not dare and take this for more than it is though.
Squished bigly ~Champ- Thanks, you're a champ. "What's the word for when it feels inside your heart that everything in the world is all right?"
Hello Yamamoto-san.
This is your good friend Kobayakawa.
It's been a while we didn't talk. Please accept my sincere apologies about that. Sadly I have been given quite a few difficult assignments lately. Nothing unusual, given my natural abilities and that self appointed title of Hero of Kusari. Life's hard for people as talented as I, Kobayakawa Yuji, in disciplines as varied as excellent jokes warfare and efficient Sushis disposal.
No matter, Yamamoto-san, I wanted you to know our love will still be magnificent, more than ever. As a matter of fact, I recently heard some rumors about your promotion to the Exiles Admiralty. A woman, in the Admiralty. That's quite a feat!
I always knew you were very special Yamamoto-san. Well, at very least you hold a special place in my heart. Ehe.
That being said, There has also been rumors about negotiations between Republicans and Imperials to find a settlement and unit Kusari once more. If such rumors are true, that is great news, don't you think?
Because that would mean you would have no reason to decline a romantic dinner with me in Itabashi district, correct?
File type: Text
Sender ID: Yamamoto, K.
Receiver ID: Kobayakawa, Y.
Priority:Low Subject: Old communiqués die hard, I guess
Kobayakawa,
I cannot believe I found myself going through old messages only to discover that this is still in there – and with an unread message in it, even.
I mean, the thing that is most unbelievable about it that I had not gone ahead and immediately deleted it. Must have slipped by me, those were some very busy weeks. Oh well.
And yet, I somehow am not able to just get over it, hit the button and let this die like so many other things have proverbially died, lately. Instead, I sit here, typing this.
I think it comes to noones surprise when I say I have had quite an antipathy for you in the past. Your nonsensical, annoying, foolish attitude were one aspect of that. But, and I strongly believe that, this was not much more than a facade, a mask people wear when they...I do not know, I guess when they want to hide what is going on behind the surface. Or something. The point is, I doubt I have seen a thing from the real Kobayakawa, and you cannot despise a person that you do not even know. What I truly hated was what you made yourself stand for. You know what these things are, I have tried to explain it to you often enough and I do not find the strength for it in me anymore.
But to be honest, I am tired of it. I do not want to hate anymore. Not because I can or want to forgive anyone for anything that has gone down in all these years of separation, but because it is all pointless now. The war is over so it has been decided by those in whoms hands this power lay. Now there is nothing to hate anymore, no unreachable goal to put what little my life is worth anymore at risk for. All there is now seems to be what lies ahead now. And I am not sure whatever this might be can include me anymore.
I do not even know where I am going with in writing this, or why I am telling you any of this. You will probably reply to it with some nonsense of yours. Hopefully you don't reply at all, that would save me from ever looking into this folder again.
But in any case, I guess what I wanted to write is that whatever part in this “reunification” you are playing I hope that you are doing alright, or better than before at least. And, although I will probably regret that, I suppose I wanted to apologise. In the past I have sent a few very harsh words your way – not all of them might have been entirely justified. As I already wrote, you don't seem like someone who would have chosen to do what your superiors did when they betrayed us, but it was these persons you went into battle for that fuelled a very unkind attitude. An attitude which I just can't bear in me anymore.
With best wishes
K. Yamamoto
Squished bigly ~Champ- Thanks, you're a champ. "What's the word for when it feels inside your heart that everything in the world is all right?"