A/N: Writer's block is the bane of my existence right next to summer break procrastination. Here's another short chapter. This was unplanned and written on a whim.

-5-

Strategic, PR, or Propaganda?

"We are right over the battle right now! This is happening only five kilometers from Yokosuka!"

The news report was loud and clear in the Kanmusu's ear. She sighed in annoyance and ordered one of her fairies in her backpack superstructure to turn down the news radio.

The brunette Kanmusu stood tall and confident. Not one scratch soiled her white and red outfit, nor her split-hull equipment. One massive triple turret sat on each half. Both of them had smaller triple turret in front. Her third turret hung on her back, behind her superstructure and funnel, pointing down.

"So inadequate," she spoke, a noble air flowed off her tongue like the finest Asian silk. "I shall request a remodel to place it in a more effective position."

Yamato pointed her closed oriental parasol forward, towards her enemies.

"Fire!"

Her guns quickly fired one barrel at a time. Shells ripped through the Shinkaisei-kan destroyers and light cruisers like nothing.

A couple minutes, or seconds, passed. Yamato wasn't sure as she uninterested continue loading and firing at the weaklings as that's all that came to the surface. It was then, a C-130 flew over her at low altitude. She noticed the rear ramp was open.

"Hey, sis!" came a shout.

Cannons fired, water splashed, and explosions sounded. Once the smoke had cleared, there, standing next to Yamato, was a tall bespectacled woman with dark skin and white hair. Even though the newcomer was basically given the same clothes as Yamato (albeit black replacing the red), she only chose to wear the skirt and a capelet.

It left very little to the imagination. The only thing covering her chest were tightly wrapped bandages that would continue to briefly spiral over her stomach and down her left leg. Her hard abs and strong arms were on display for the world to see.

Her equipment was almost the same as Yamato's, but the third turret was in a much better spot; on her right hip.

"Hello, Musashi," Yamato smiled.

"What'd I miss?" Musashi asked.

"Only a couple of destroyers and light cruisers," Yamato answered. "Hardly anything worthwhile."

"Ah, well. Let's clean up these small fry. Maybe something fun will come," Musashi grinned.

Yamato smiled in response and their 18.1 inch guns thundered, raining steel down onto their enemies.

Same as before, only destroyers and light cruisers showed up. It was possible that they also sunk a heavy cruiser, but it's not like their guns would notice the difference.

Finally, after one last barrage, the enemy stopped coming. Bodies of the Shinkaisei-kan and blue blood littered the battlefield. The two battleships stayed spotless.

"I call that done," Musashi declared. "Let's get something to eat at Mamiya's before I go back to Kure. I'm starving!"

Musashi turned around and headed to Yokosuka.

"Wait a moment, Musashi," Yamato said, holding up a hand. "Do you sense that?"

"Yeah. Battleship."

Both women looked at the water in between them. A few calm seconds passed and a white head of a Ta-class popped out of the water. The Ta-class spotted Yamato and was about to surface to challenge the super battleship.

And then Musashi kneeled down and tapped her head...

"Yo, what's up?" the bespectacled woman said, a toothy grin on her face.

The Ta-class made a face of realization. Looking away from Musashi, she uncertainly looked behind her at Yamato. Yamato was just had a gentle smile and calmly waved. The Ta-class's face contorted with a cute expression of 'I've done messed up...' and dove back to the depths.

Musashi stood back up.

"Mamiya's? My treat."

"Yes, please."

-o-

The two embodiments of the super battleships returned to the docks of Yokosuka to a crowd of cheering civilians. They spent several minutes doing a meet and greet before the crowd was ushered away. The air suddenly became quiet and calm. The only sounds that they heard were the ocean breeze, gulls, and the clicks of their heels.

"I've been thinking," Yamato began

"What's that?"

"Is there reason why command does this?"

"I'm not sure I follow," Musashi confessed, putting her arm behind her head and stretched.

"Us. Going to fight small attacks and small Shinkaisei-kan. Not very wise considering that others are capable of doing the same thing. Nagato and Mutsu could have done today's fight easily. Or any of the Kongous. Or even a pair of heavy cruisers. I, Yamato, could have done everything myself. They didn't need to literally fly you out from Kure and waste fuel while they did so. It's just not very strategic."

"You're right. It's not strategic." Musashi stretched her other arm. "But I'll tell you what it is."

"What is it?"

"PR and propaganda!"

"Serious?"

"Yep!" Musashi nodded. "Think about it, sis. The news copter, the crowds on the pier, the fact that they were let in on the base. That's before mentioning that we have the prides of the Imperial Japanese Navy in here!"

Musashi fist bumped her chest with a loud POMF!

"It's a no wonder why they let us out so often, especially against small fry," she continued. "Just us against many of theirs. Of course, we know that it is not that impressive, but they don't know any better. And that's how propaganda works. You twist and mix anything and everything until you get the message you want and 'educate' the uneducated with wrong and biased information."

"Teaching purposefully with incorrect information? That doesn't sound like the right thing to do," Yamato stated.

"Of course it isn't," Musashi said. "But this war gave me a second chance in life and that is all I care about."

"Is that the girl talking, or the ship?" Yamato teased.

"Who knows. Maybe it's both."

"Well, since we are basically Japan's Captain America, maybe we should make ourselves more distinctive," Yamato said, a playful smile forming on her face.

"We're taller than the average Japanese man, we wear the Chrysanthemum around our necks, I'm really tanned, we walk on water, and I'm half naked," Musashi shrugged. "Can't get any more distinctive than that."

"Yes, well, I was thinking," Yamato suddenly grabbed two tufts of Musashi's hair. "You should tie your hair in a two side up! Make it look like you have animal ears!" Yamato giggled.

"Wha-! Hey!" Musashi exclaimed, wiping her hair back down and giving in to the mischief. "And you should have antlers!"

Musashi grabbed a pair of sticks from a nearby bush and stuck them in her sister ship's hair.

"Eep!" Yamato squealed merrily as she swiped the sticks away and took off towards Mamiya's restaurant. Musashi laughed and gave chase.

"Or maybe some anime-ish hair intakes! Make yourself look like a cat!" Musashi shouted.

"You should wear makeup!" Yamato shouted back.

This sisterly love and teasing between two former complete strangers continued all the way to Mamiya's and beyond.

A/N: Comedy is not really my thing so I got no idea how many laughs, giggles, smiles, or slight smirk this chapter would bring.

Yamato and Musashi have not changed from their official appearance that much if at all. It's just my headcanon that Yamato is responsible for Musashi's hairstyle as Musashi is responsible for the cherry blossoms in Yamato's hair. And Yamato's third turret. It does well for symmetry, but not much else.

I really shouldn't be starting another story, but I'm in need for one that I can just fool around with. I'm thinking of calling it "It's Game Time!" and just have Shipgirls running around doing various games and shenanigans. What do you all think?

I'm also starting a blog. I haven't posted anything yet, but when I do, I'll leave a link in my profile for those that are interested.

Anyways, I hope to see you guys and gals in the next chapter.