Jealously

Ah, it's a fine day in Omsk. Mildly overcast, a good breeze, and no German bombers to be heard. Our Brigadier is supposed to be doing rifle bayonet drills, but he's captivated by a holy sight in front of him. A female cadet with well-sized assets, in her standard-issue camouflage pattern uniform, is quite vigorously stabbing the target with the bayonet mounted under the barrel of her rifle. The Brigadier is in a trance, staring at the cadet's bouncing funbags instead of skewering the target in front of him. Unbeknownst to the Brigadier, however, the Glavkoverkhina is inspecting the camp today.

Quietly sneaking up behind the Brigadier, Yazov-chan, her white hair blossoming behind her in the wind, lays a hand on the entranced one. The Brigadier jumps up in surprise, almost dropping the bayonet-equipped rifle. He whips around and salutes, only to find a terrifying sight. Yazov-chan's usually lavender eyes are completely now shadowed, and she smirks at the Brigadier's reaction. Looking up and revealing her eyes to the Brigadier, she inquires in a mildly amused tone.

"Privet, Brigadier. What were you doing, not doing bayonet drills?"

An eyebrow raise from the Glavkoverkhina elicits a guilty, embarrassed stutter from the Brigadier. Averting his eyes from hers, he answers.

"W-well, I-I was just...y'know...observing how other cadets would do their drills. To learn from them and all..."

Yazov-chan chuckles, still giving the Brigadier the benefit of the doubt. Closing her eyes momentarily and nodding her head, she crosses her arms.

"I see."

Opening her eyes, she stares into the Brigadier's with her gentle, lavender pools.

"I'm glad that you're taking your training so seriously, Brigadier. Maybe I could even promo--"

Yazov-chan's eyes shot to the female cadet a few dozen meters away, causing the Brigadier to turn around and look as well. The girl was waving towards the Brigadier, a cheerful expression on her face, jumping, perhaps in happiness or excitement. Her boobs jiggled with every jump, and the Brigadier gulped, starting to sweat despite being a cool 75 degrees outside. He was ashamed to admit that he had been flirting with the girl during breaks...and he could feel the sudden black malice that filled the air behind him. A gloved hand came upon his shoulder, and the Brigadier stiffened, goosebumps rolling down his body. Not daring to turn around or speak, he remained silent. The Glavkoverkhina hissed, her voice full of barely restrained rage.

"Do. You. Know. That. Girl? Why...is she waving so...excitedly...towards us?"

His throat dry, the Brigadier was shaking as he croaked his answer.

"I...d-don't know, Glavkoverkhina Yazov."

Yazov-chan's grip practically became one of iron. The Brigadier wanted to wince in pain, but he knew that would result in something worse. He grimaced, and looked at the cadet, praying with his eyes that she wouldn't do anything stupid. The girl looked at Yazov-chan, then back to the Brigadier. Sensing the danger that was over there, she brushed her short-cropped brown hair out of the way and nervously returned to bayonet drills. However, her milkers wouldn't stop bouncing...and the Brigadier was now silent as he watched the cadet...well, her boobs, at least.

"Oh, really?"

The Brigadier nodded, still shaking. Yazov-chan's voice was still laced with venom, although an odd falter was noticed.

"T-turn around..."

With every degree he turned, he became more and more nervous, practically becoming an overpressured tea kettle by the time he did a 180. The sight he saw, however, caught him completely off-guard. The Glavkoverkhina was tearing up. Her normally hard, stone-cold eyes had melted into soft pools of lovely lavender, and her lower lip trembled. Pushing the Brigadier into the bayonet target, Yazov-chan quickly turned away, covering her face, and ran as fast as she could across the grass, before the Brigadier could hear her anguished cries.

The Brigadier stood there, stunned, leaning against the bayonet target, clutching his rifle. Yazov-chan was not the iron leader he thought she was. Guilt washed over him in waves. He caused her anguish, her pain, her suffering. All because he let himself get carried away. His jaw went slack, and he stared at Yazov-chan's shrinking figure in the distance, running towards her car, which was parked in the middle of the motorcade that rested on the nearby road. He looked down and breathed in slowly, then exhaling quickly. Snapping his head up and standing up straight, he looked at Yazov-chan, who was now opening the passenger's door of her car. The Brigadier steeled himself, cast aside his rifle, and took off at a sprint towards the Glavkoverkhina.

He made it to her in a few minutes, panting with his hands on his knees by Yazov-chan's window. After catching his breath, he looked up and saw that she was looking away from him, stifling her sobs. The Brigadier stood up straight, sweat running down the back of his neck from exertion, breathing heavily.

"I...I'm sorry, Glavkoverkhina Yazov...I really am."

Yazov-chan turned to the Brigadier. Her eyes were puffy and bloodshot, and visible tear trails could be seen on her cheeks. The Brigadier had never seen her so...vulnerable, so...human. Yazov-chan sniffled and looked at the Brigadier with a pleading--no, desperate--face.

"Y-you really are?"

The Brigadier nodded solemnly, his arms hanging limp by his side. He had his eyes closed, for he dared not to look at Yazov-chan in such a state. It would make her feel worse. Yazov-chan smiled a little, her once-teary lavender eyes sparkling again. Her voice steadied and became stronger, although she still spoke in a gentle tone.

"I'm so glad! My Brigadier, please, step back."

The Brigadier complied, and Yazov-chan opened the car door and stepped outside, standing in front of the Brigadier with a grateful expression on her face. She radiated an almost holy aura... and rushed into the Brigadier, wrapping her arms around him in an embrace. The Brigadier was shocked, but quickly recovered, gently placing his arms around the Glavkoverkhina's torso. They stood there, for a few seemingly calm, endless, peaceful minutes. Their heartbeats in sync, they could feel each others chest rise and fall with each breath. In that moment, it felt like time had stopped. The only noise in the world, it seemed, was the Brigadier and Yazov-chan breathing. Yazov-chan buried her face in the Brigadier's shoulder, her peaked cap falling off, her white hair becoming tousled. Her tears stained the Brigadier's uniform, marking the first, and last, time in history where the uniform from a soldier of Omsk would not be stained with blood, but tears.

The Brigadier looked off into the sunset, the tree leaves filtering out the warm swirls of color, melding and mingling with the blue of the sky. Stroking Yazov-chan's beautiful white hair, he subconsciously synchronized his breathing with hers. And as he stared into the sunset, the colors mingling, their breathing synced, the light breeze blowing their clothes and hair, they stood, together. And in this beautiful moment, they both wished that it would last forever.

*Author: alfa*