>"... and by far my least favorite thing of the war were those fucking canned pecan rolls." The old man said with a laugh, eliciting a laugh from you as well
>You had recieved an assignment to find a surviving veteran of world war two, and found one that happened to join at an extremely young age
>He lived by himself in a modest home with his partner, which you were sure was just as interesting as the man himself
>"But, then again there was the bulge, that alone was enough to ruin anyones day..." He said again wistfully, as the woman came out of the kitchen with a french press and a trio of coffee cups
>She was tall, muscular, and blonde. One could say she was the spitting image of the american beauty in the 1930s and 40s, with her shortish bobbed hair and curvy figure to tie it all together.
>She wore more modern clothing though, a maroon turtleneck and what looked suspiciously like jogging pants
>"No, my dear." She said softly, placing a cup infront of the older man.
>"What ruined our days was when you were caught in a panic and insisted on loading my clips in backwords." She murmured with a soft smilen and the old man threw his hands into the air dramatically
>"We were being shelled and trees were exploding! And I only did it once!" He exclaimed, and just for a moment you saw a glimpse of the animated young man that carried the rifle through life and death in the Battle of the Bulge
>"Oooh of course, ONLY once." She said with a wink in your direction, and then poured you a steaming cup of super dark coffee. No sugar or cream was in sight and they both happily sipped at theirs. Time to embrace the holy bitter.
>You just got a slightly overhot mouthful when the old man gave a slight cough and then had a minor bout of a fit
>The woman leaped up and held his shoulders gently and wiped at his mouth with the him of her sweater delicately, in which he nodded thankfully
>"Anywho, the germans..."

>While the old man spoke, you noticed the woman had her fingers intertwined with the old mans and her eyes seemed to linger on his face
>You could see little... glimpses in her eyes as he spoke, and your eyes fought to maintain allegiance to the gesturing man, and the brief glimpses of an exploding forest in her eyes
>The old man spoke of a veteran german soldier mowing down half a squad with an STG-44 while he fought to reload with frozen thumbs
>Then you would glance at her and see... see his hands fumbling with a clip of ammunition while men fall in the background
>"And before I knew it, they were all pulling back and we had men running all over! I started running towards th-" He stopped, and had another coughing fit, this time a little more violent than the last
>The woman jumped up again and patted his back gently while the other held onto his shoulder, and it was not a secret that she was worried as she wore it plain on her face
>The anguish of watching her shooter grow old while she stayed as young as the day she was imbued into the rifle
>" Cmon sweetheart, get it all out." She called to him softly, and again she held the hem of her sweater to his face, her toned stomach and pelvic bones exposed to the air
>The older man finally made it through his fit and wheezes out a laugh, watery eyes meeting your own, face caught in an old and practiced grin
>"The things we do to the ones we love, eh son?" He said, laughing roughly once again
>The woman smiled with him, but only sadness radiated from it

>Your Kar98 screams at you, tears in her eyes
>"What was i to do!? I had a duty to obey! I was a rifle!"
>You cant meet her eyes, and she throws a pillow at you, her hand pulling at the robe stuck under her foot as she tries to cover up the lingerie she had worn for you
>"Am i monster to you now!? Am I not your little rose anymore because I had to follow orders?! AM I!?"
>You look at the floor, your shoulders sagging
>"You said I was yours Anon, you called me your sweetie, you h-held my hand, you took me into your bed multiple times!" She says, furiously shaking from head to toe
>"I did what i had to do, we all did, the order was given. But that doesn't matter anymore! You're MY shooter anon, and I am your rifle!" She screams, tears streaming down her eyes
>But her ragged face becomes shocked, and her breath escapes out of her lungs in one heart breaking gust, as you say two little words, and fear grips her heart like an icy vise
>"For now" You say, and turn your back on her
>She falls to her knees, her breath seeming to be frozen in her chest
>Her gasps come out short, and panicked
>Her back shuddering as she tries to breath
>But still you walk away as she stares wide eyed at your back, moving past the door
>The betrayel... is like an icey sting to her
>The heart break too much
>The sorrow too real
>First she loses her first shooter to war
>And almost 100 years later
>She shall lose her second shooter... to the same battle

>"Anon! Dont do this! We can work past this, we can work through this! Anon!?!" She screamed, as the older man softly grabbed her hand to walk her behind the counter
>But you do not look back, and place one foot in front of the other, cash rasping softly in your clenched hand
>"Anon! Anon!! Annooonnnn!!!!" The Kar98 screamed, tears streaming down her face and her face a mask of anguish and pain
>The old man, sadness in his own eyes, his brows furrowed with the regret of his only choice, reached up
>"Anon no..." She cries softly, closing her eyes and squeezing the tears from her eyes
>Her last image is a blurry view of your back as you opened the door and left, the soft tinkle of the hanging door bell the last chorus of shame she would hear for quite some time
>And with that, the old mans hand came down softly onto her neck, and with a soft squeeze she snapped into the form of a rifle, held aloft in his hand
>The old man, a frown fixed under his grey speckled mustache, slowly moved behind the counter
>With the gentleness usually reserved for the handling of the highest priced crockery, he places the rifle into a slot on the rifle rack
>He hands feel the tears on her stock, and he sighs deeply, patting the underside of her magazine softly
>" I am sorry, my dear... may your stay be brief, and your next owner be understanding..."
>With that, the old man sat down on the old stool behind the counter, the frame creaking slightly as he did
>He did not even have a moment to open the news paper before he heard a noise
>The chorus of a metal bell on a glass door.

>Night came quickly for the Kar98 as she sat on the rack, still in the night with the other rifles
>The moon cast a dreary shadow in through the window's blinds, dust floating aimlessly through the air in it's beams
>The rifle... was in agony, its soul writhing in wretchedness as the others slept
>She watched the door for hours, hoping to see him come back in
>To see he had seen the error of his ways and come back to take her home
>To throw the old mans money at him and demand her back
>But he never came... and he would never come the following weeks
>She finally slept, and slept long through the days that came and went unnoticed by her
>It wasnt until she was born aloft by the old man that she snapped awake, shaking the fog of a forgotten mind from it's slumber as she took in her surroundings
>she was being handed to a very portly, hair man in a pair of overalls and no shirt, with a kind of raggedy looking hat with "Iraq Veteran" printed across the front in a dirty kind of scroll lettering
>"Aye this'll do, just need a deer rifle for this season." The hairy man said, patting her buttstock.
>"Ah... yes, she will do the job fine." The old man said, averting his eyes from you. He knew about her, all it took was a little bit of researching to know about her past
>The overall clad man paid the older man and began to walk out of the store with her some time later, and panic gripped her tight like a crushing weight
>She knew well enough what happened to military bolt actions that were bought by hunters, and she wanted nothing of the sort brought down upon her
>But as look would have it, fate was on her side and the Mother of Rifles must have had her on her mind more than others, as the Redneck had no clue how to sporterize a rifle, and wanted it done 'Pruh-fesh-un-ally'
>What that meant for her, was being taken to the local Gun Show barely an hour after she had been bought
>The Kar98 was dragged in a whirl of noise, and fear gripped her tight

>The kar98 frantically swiveled her attention left and right, trying to track so many people at once leaving her in such a fright than she felt she would shake her wooden stock apart
>First she was betrayed, now this? And soon to be... cut apart like she was nothing?
>She was caught off guard by the clatter of a tazer, her attention swinging behind her before being set down onto a table roughly and with little regard
>"Awright, so what I need is..." Began the fat hairy man, and she was again brought into the air by another total stranger, touching her
>And opening her bolt
>Staring down her bore
>Jabbing his fingers into her magazine
>All while the fat man spoke about how he wanted her tapped for a scope
>Tapped!
>The vision of being drilled and sawn into another shape caused such a panic and dread that she literally thought her bolt was going to shatter just on its own, not even a hammer or anvil needed
>As they both spoke about pricing and where to cut her down, she spied a man looking at her curiously, while a short haired woman in a crisp German uniform hung onto his arm, both of them staring at you
>The younger man heard the older redneck say "Saw her down to a slimmer profile" and both the woman and the younger man's heads swiveled from the Kar98, to the redneck, and to the man holding the Kar98 up
>She had no mouth... but she desperately screamed for help from within, beseeching both the man and the woman dressed up to help her
>She heard the woman say "Anon did you hear that? Theyre going to cut her up! Do something!", tugging at the mans arm and pointing at the kar98 rifle, now tucked back under the Rednecks sweaty arm pit
>"Elke I told you I dont have the money for another rifle, we just got your brand new sto-" He began, but with a hard shove, the woman named Elke pushed the younger man towards the redneck, and he stammered out a hello
>The redneck turned to the young man and said hello back, and the began to engage in conversation

>"S-So I see you have a german rifle! Fine... rifles those..." He began, looking over his shoulder at Elke with confused look
>"Oh yeah I plan on using it to bag me a deer this year, just gotta trim down the stock so its more comfortable and tap it for a scope mount" He said proudly, tapping the top of the receiver with his dirty finger nail
>"Aahaha... yes, well that is a way to do it..." The younger man said, sweat beginning to slightly dampen his forhead
>" You see sir, I am... I am..." He stalled, a bead of sweat beginning to roll down the side of his temple
>Elke broke forward and grabbed the man's hand, giving the redneck the sweetest smile she could
>"Shatzie dont be so modest!" She giggled, her light German accent causing the Kar98 under the rednecks arm to mentally freeze
>It sounded.... familiar
>"Mein husband is such a humble man! He ist a German Weapons Collector!" She said again, leaning up and giving his cheek a kiss.
>The young man's face lit up and he held up a finger
>"A-Ah yes! I collect all fine German world war weaponry, and I noticed what a fine rifle... you uh.. have there." He coughed into his fist and did his best to seem distinguished 
>"I would like to see if you would give me a price on the rifle. I would like to add it to my collection." He said quirkly, his voice cracking slightly on the word collection, and the woman Elke hooding her eyes and looking up at the younger man bemusedly
>"Collection indeed..." Elke murmured, and the Kar98 saw her give the man's rump a little pinch
>[What the devil....] The Kar98 thought, as sweat from the redneck dripped down her stock 
>"Why would I sell mah rifle for? I only just got the damn thing" The redneck said, a sudden frown erupting from it's doughy face
>"Well sir a rifle designed for hunting would be a much better choice than this... rifle. I mean the price of 7,92x57 is very high compared to other hunting calibers." The young man said

>"Oh thatsa bunch of bullshit, 7,62 costs like 5 bucks a box from Tula." The redneck said, grinning at the man behind the table, who just held his gaze else where
>Elke's eye twitched at the mention of 7,62 while the younger man's straight finger curled slightly in confusion
>"...Quite, but 7....62 is not a very good hunting round, please, let me buy the rifle back at whatever cost you did so you can find a better rifle." The younger man's demeanor changed as he realized what kind of dire straights the rifle was wading in
>The redneck grunted
>"Six hundred dollars and you got yourself a deal." He said, a glint in his eye
>[He only bought me for 400 dollars!] The kar98 screamed mentally, wishing to sock the redneck in his fat jew gut
>"S-Six hundred dollars?!" The young man cried, but received a hip bump from the woman Elke, who never failed to let the sweet smile leave her face
>"Well yeah! I gotta get a good rifle, dont I? Plus Im even selling it for less than i bought it fer!" The redneck said, turning as if he was making a move to walk away
>"Okay!" The man said, and sighed, looking at the redneck despairingly. "Okay... Six hundred..."
>The woman Elke slyly moved around both the young man and the redneck and slipped the Kar98 from the redneck, who was too busy eyeing the other man's wallet as he counted out the bills
>Relief swept through the rifle as she was held and cradled by the woman Elke, but a shock ran through her body as she felt the presence
>The Kar98 reached out with her mind and touched slightly out to the other woman, and she felt the same fire that she had within, only a little less bright than Elke's
>She felt the Mother of Rifles blessing
>She felt the presence... of another waffegeist
>[Hus...band?] The kar98 asked her self, looking up at the short haired girl who was idly rubbing away at the rank sweat on her with the sleeve of her uniform
>"Five fifty, Six... Hundred." The young man said, wrinkling the corner of his mouth

"Hoowee!" The redneck cried out, causing both the young man, Elke, and the man behind the booth to jump
>Without even a backwards glance at the kar98, he sprang off into the crowed to find a way to spend his new found fortune while the younger man sighed and leaned his head back
"Okaaaaaay." He blurted, holding his wallet as if it were a wounded comrade 
>"Lets just find the stripper clips, and then we shall go home, I GUESS." He moaned, giving Elke the stink eye
>Elke just smiled brightly and leaned up, kissing him on the cheek and whispering something into his ear
>The young man softened slightly, but still sighed as he tucked his wallet back into his pants
>Elke held the Kar98 the entire time as they walked, idly poking at her and rubbing small marks away with her sleeve cuff
>They talked like the Kar98 used to talk to her own previous owner, and the memories pricked at her painfully
>Elke seemed to notice, and patted the rifle gently
>The young man found the clips and haggled for awhile before coming away with a meager handful of them, which pleased Elke to no end
>Elke prattled on about how important they were during combat while the young man, Anon, told her the plan was to get twice the amount of these
>Anon looked down at the Kar98 ruefully, but Elke hugged the rifle tighter and stuck her tongue out at him
>This caused Anon to laugh, and he rustled her short hair roughly before shoving her playfully on the shoulder
>[This is how a couple acts?] The kar98 pondered, before being carefully placed in the back seat of a vehicle
>Elke cheekily buckled up the rifle and patted her on the buttstock before hopping into the passenger seat
>Anon slumped into the driver seat and sighing dramatically, turned the key to the ignition
>Some time passed as they pulled out of the parking lot, clogged with cars while the shadow of a huge man loomed over them
>But soon they were on their way home, which seemed to be some hours away
>The ride did not stay quiet


>[The Kar98 Kicked Fitfully In Her Sleep]
>Machine gun fire ripped around her as she dove behind a building as battle raged around the town of Aachen
>Her shooter was on the other side of the road with a few other members of their rag tag fighting unit, them becoming separated by a blast from a sherman that had turned onto the road
>"FEUER!" Someone in the building across the shit roared, and a hidden Pak.40 bellowed to life and fired a shot at the Sherman
>Dirt and dust clouded up the cross road as the Pak fired and she coughed fitfully while other soldiers held their rifles to their chests
>The Sherman erupted violently and men began to scream as they tried to egress from the fiery tomb
>She looked around the corner to see an American tanker flailing madly at the flames engulfing his frame while another simply flopped out of the tank and hit the hard street with a "thwack", and never moved again
>Other Americans rushed forward from a window and dragged him through the broken glass and beat him with their jackets while others poured canteens on him
>"NOCHMAL! SCHNELL!" She heard from inside the building again, but could see the barrel with gleaming white bands around it swing left towards the shattered glass front
>"LADEN!" Someone else barked from inside the building
>"FEUER!"
>The barrel spewed death once again and an HE shell ripped into the building, brick and body parts flying out as if someone had popped a viscera filled balloon 
>The Kar98 looked back over at her shooter who was yelling at her, his once splendid uniform torn and ragged, his helmet dinged and scratched
>She took a step forward, then began to dead sprint across the open street
>Machine gun and rifle fire sparked to life as dirt and broken road danced around her, her arm held to her face as she ran
>Her chest and legs thumped painfully until she crashed hard into her shooter, his arms coming around her tightly
>There was no ammo left,and they could run faster together than with him carrying her

>Her shooter began to scream and wave, so she looked over her shoulder and her voice caught in her breath
>Someone had thrown a smoke grenade, and the rest of the 'unit' had began to run across the road
>The Americans had plenty of ammunition still, and chose to spend it thus
>Metal met meat in a flurry of aggression as old Wehrmacht veterans, Volkssturm, and Panzer crew were mowed down in the open road way
>Some made it and collapsed once within reach of safety 
>Others were torn asunder in the middle of street, and were dead before they hit the ground
>A man went down hard, his rifle clattering to the ground before coming to her Waffegeist form
>She pulled at him hard, dragging him to the corner
>The kar98 left her shooter and flattened against the building corner, holding out her hand
>The other rifle was crying hard but still dragging her bleeding shooter across the street
>"H-Helfe..." She sobbed, her hand coming out to reach at the Kar's even though she was still feet away
"Keh!" She puffed, her eyes widening as a round zipped through her chest and exited out her back with a rip of flesh
>It was followed by a battery of other rounds, and she jerked violently as they tore through her
>One entered through her eye socket and splashed out through the back of her skull while another tore a fist sized hole where her heart was
>For a moment, she stood and began to slowly fall
>Then the next moment, a beaten rifle with chunks of wood missing clattered onto the road and a shattered bolt tinkled across the stones, the bolt handle clinking just to the corner of where the Kar stood
>The shooter she was dragged reached out with a blood soaked hand, and laid it softly on the battered wood... and didn't move again 
>She felt a tug on her jacket as her shooter began to drag her back, but then there was an explosion 
>[Back to Where Shes Sleeping]
>The Kar came awake with a silent scream on her mouth and sweat covering her face and chest

>The blanket and sofa cushions under her were soaked to the touch, and she peeled the blanket off of her with a grimace
>It was her first night in the home of the man who bought her at the gun show, potentially saving her from the torture of being sawn apart and remade into whatever abomination the man in overalls had in mind
>She swung her sweaty legs over and looked at the coffee table where a small note pad lay
>In heavy German scrawl was written:
>"Water in Fridge"
>"Bathroom on left"
>"Come to bedroom if you have troubles!"
>There was a heart written on the bottom of the exclamation mark, and the Kar98 scoffed at it before tossing the note pad back onto the table
>Her tank top was so soaked through that the cold air conditioning super cooled her to the point of shivering, and her nipples prodded painfully at the shirt
>With a little wiggling, the wet shirt finally came free and she grabbed another blanket off of the chair next to her and wrapped up in it while shrugging down her also wet underwear
>Armed with just her blanket, she padded into the kitchen and rummaged in the fridge for a moment before coming away with a ice cold can of beer
>"Vale...tail.. pale ale?" She murmured quietly, but shrugged and popped open the tab with a soft hiss, and padded back into the living room
>With a click of the remote Elke had given her, she turned on the t.v and clicked through the channel while sipping at the can she held in her hand, the blanket piled around her
>She was unsure what to make of her current situation, since it had already been a whirlwind of change from the beginning
>Already she was hurting from the confusion, being in one extremely loving home with her one shooter, who after finding out what unit she was attached to shunned her after she had planned something... special
>She looked down at her bare breasts in the blanket and gave them a quiet sigh before looking back up, taking a slightly heavier pull from the can

>Then came the old man who bought her, but he never shot her or really did anything else with her, but technically counts
>Then the hairy man in the overalls who just wanted to chop her up and make her into a hunting rifle
>There are times where she can still smell his sweaty arm pits and the thought makes the ends of her mouth curl...
>But now this man... this man with the other Waffegeist just show up and buys her on the whim of the OTHER rifle
>What exactly was her angle anyway?
>The Kar's eyes flick over to the darkened hallway and at the shadow door, light dancing off of where it can from the tv
>Jealously and spite boiled angrily in her chest as she thought about this other rifle laying peacefully with her shooter, probably holding hands with her shoulder on his chest
>[In Actuality Elke Is Sleeping Upside Down With Her Feet on Anon's Face While He Drools on Them]
>The Kar's hand crinkle the can slightly from her angry grip, and she settles on a show displaying an older man making inventions with ordinary house hold items
>It was unfair, what her previous shooter had done to her
>It was not her fault
>it was war
>She had orders
>The Kar thought back to the hours before he had kicked her out, her back resting against the sofa and deftly trying to balance the half full can on her forehead
>She had spend most of the morning at the mall, picking out cute lingerie in his favorite color
>She went to the salon to get a polish up going, and even started talking to the workers who seemed excited for her
>All the excitement and energy she had inside her, waiting for him on the bed, was all dashed when he opened the door and didnt even smile at her
>The embarrassment came flooding back to her and her face was awash with shades of red and pink 
>There she was wearing sexy underclothings, and he wouldnt even look at her
>Called her a monster and that he didnt even want her anymore...
>The Kar pulled the blanket around her closer, covering up all of her flesh

>The Kar98 fell asleep in her little blanket cocoon after a few episodes of Red Green, her head lolling on the soft rest of the sofa and the blanket coddling her softly
>Anon awoke the next morning with a snort due to the big toe nestled snuggly in his nostril, shoving away the offending foot while sitting up
>Elke's pert rump lay bare to the morning sun as the light danced along the edges of her sport underwear
>With an annoyed grunt, Anon plucked the elastic edge and gave Elke a snap, causing her to angrily growl and kick at Anon fruitlessly
>An airy laugh escaped him as he stood and stretched, shaking away the tendrils of sleep and working blood where it should be
>Elke's short hair and eyes poked out from where she was, sleep still hazy in her eyes and hair a tussle
>"Kaaafffeeeeee" She groaned, flailing an arm at him limply
"Yeah yeah i'll get your weird brew going" He said in reply, as she usually liked her coffee as dark as coal and just as solid at times
>He threw on a white tshirt and a pair of flannel pajama bottoms, his usual Saturday attire, and rambled out the door with sleepy feet
>Anon looked over at the couch to the sleeping figure on it and immediately right turned into the kitchen
>The Kar had fallen over in her sleep and become exposed from the navel up due to the blanket falling away and shifting during sleep
>Anon looked over his shoulder slightly and began to make a ruckus almost dramatic in relation to making coffee
>The throwing of a metal coffee measure into the sink finally jarred the sleeping Kar98 from her less vivid dream and she squeaked, throwing the blanket up around her further
>"What on earth are you doing?!" she growled, casting angry eyes at Anon while doing her best to cover up any portion of flesh besides her feet and face
>"... Making coffee, isnt it obvious?" Anon said, wiggling a little baggy of coffee grounds in the air while pouring hot water into the press
>The Kar turned her head left and right, looking

>Her clothes where exactly where she tossed them, which is extremely out of reach on the floor in a pile
>Anon kept his back to her as he did he best to make coffee and pull down mugs as slowly as possible
>The Kar made a move and shucked the blanket before lunging across the room
>Her foot was caught by the blanket and she fell to the floor
>Her chest hit first,pushing the air out of her legs and she exhaled painfully
>The kitchen light danced across her jiggling rump as she awkwardly crawled and pawed at her clothes, tears gathering in her eyes from the embarrassment and the smarting of her breasts
>"Theres... clothes under the table by the way" Anon said hushly,if just barely audible to the Kar
>Her tearful eyes swiveled to the coffee table beside her and sure enough,there were a fresh pair of lounging clothes and under clothes as well
>Now smarting from humiliation as well as pain,she gathered the clothes in her arms and dashed bare naked across the room
>Just to smash into Elke who had opened the door
>The two rifles fell backwards into the room with a crash and Elke cursed aloud in German while the other rifle scrambled on the floor, her nethers open to all to view
>The Kar's heel finally caught the door and it slammed shut with a sharp clash of lock and wood
>"Drama drama drama..."Muttered Anon,reaching into the fridge and pulling out the creamer
>Elke moaned and rubbed her lower back from the ground, opening an eye and peering down at the other rifle whom had tears of frustration trailing down her face
>"Morgen..." Elke said, running a hair through her short chestnut hair
>"G-Grüße..." The Kar said hastily putting on the underwear and pants that were on the pile, her breasts wobbling slightly with the effort
>"So I take it you met Anon?"Elke chirped cheekily resting her cheek on her curled fingers as she watched the Kar flop about
>"Ihre Mann?"The Kar grunted,working the shirt on
>Elke made an 'oh?' face her eye brows raising in a dramatic pose

>The Kar glared angrily at Elke, putting on a pompish air while she fluffed her own longer, goldenrod hair
>"You sleep together, you eat together, you play dress up in public, you may as well be husband and wife." She said angrily, giving Elke daggers while she giggled lightly and covered her mouth with her other hand
>"Coffee is good and muddy" Called Anon from the kitchen, and Elke stood, straightening her tank top and patting away at her pajama pants that had an MG42 crew at the waist band that were gunning down Russians who ran down the pants leg
>"Vell, if you want kaffee, you know where it is..." Elke said sweetly, almost too sweetly, before stepping around the Kar and giving her a hip bump to the side of the head
>"DU BESC-" Kar called out with fire, but the words were lost down the hall as Elke skipped happily into the kitchen to the mug sitting on the counter
>Anon grimaced as the rage filled German continued to filter down the hallway, looking over at Elke who simply held her eyebrows aloft and eyes straight forward while she sipped from the cup
>With a sigh, Anon leaned down and planted a soft kiss on Elke's cheek, who returned it in kind to the inner portion of his neck
>Creamed coffee stained his neck from her lips, but he didn't mind
>"Just... try to find out her name today. Feels weird just having a question mark next to her name in my head" Anon said, and he stepped out of the kitchen with mug in hand
>The Kar finally came out of the bedroom, now dressed, and was busily braiding her hair while her eye brows stay knitted and angry
>"On the shelf" Elke piped up while watching her with her gleaming green eyes
>The Kar's own blue ones glowed with angry as she eyeballed Elke, snatching a coffee mug off the shelf
>She grabbed too hard, however
>The mug came flying off the shelf and... she fumbled it
>"Ohneinneinnein!" She cried, the anger instantly leaving her face as she scrabbled at the cup dancing in her fingers

>Her hip hit the counter and threw off her aim, the cup leaving her hands and flying to the floor
>The handle hit the ground and broke, leaving the rest of the cup unscathed and breaking off in one piece
>A sigh was heard from Anon, and the Kar looked over at him frightfully, tears once again threatening the edge of her eyes
>"I-I-I didn't mean to! It c-came out of my f-f-fingers a-and..." She stuttered, panic gripping her chest and fear curling down her spine like a snake
>Elke was still holding a surprised look, the mug never leaving her face during the whole scene
>The Kar inwardly fluttered in panic when Anon came towards her, and she closed her eyes, waiting for the curses and anger
>But Her eyes opened in shock when he patted her shoulder, and moved past her
>He took another mug from the shelf
>Filled it with coffee
>Gave it a good splash of cream
>And held it out to her, holding the mug from the bottom
>The Kar's messy braid twitched as she looked down at his hands and then back to his face
>She reached out slowly and grabbed the mug, pulling it in slowly to her chest, looking down at the ground while more hot tears welled up in her eyes
"No breaking." Anon said softly
>He gave the mug a tap with his finger
>Her hair a rustle
>And moved back into the living room
>Anon didnt want to admit it, but she had broken one of his favorite mugs and was quietly groaning on the inside, but atleast the Kar wouldnt kn-
>"You broke his favorite mug, Narre." Elke said cheekily and eyed her over her mug while she spoke
>The Kar shot her a furious glance before looking back over at Anon sitting on the couch
>He just looked at the tv showing the news and thumbed every so often at his phone, the coffee steaming out of his mug
>"It slipped!" The Kar hissed, and turned her back to Elke angrily
>Elke reached out with her foot and gave her butt a punch with her big toe, and the Kar spun around and swiped at it angrily

>Anon smiled and laughed softly as he looked over at Elke and the nameless Kar in the kitchen
>He still wondered why Elke was so keen on him to buy her, as there was no point on having two kinds of the same rifle except maybe for parts or as a collector
>"S-Stop before i spill, you ratte!" The Kar cried fitfully as Elke giggled and kept pestering her, effectively driving her from the kitchen
>The Kar stepped onto the carpet lively with the coffee mug clutched firmly in her hands, her rustled braid fluffed up in anger as if it were the tail of a cat
>She kept her eyes, naked with rage, fixed on Elke, who happily stuck her tongue out between her teeth at her
>However once the Kar turned her head and saw Anon, her eyes immediately softened and looked away, a light pink coming to her cheeks
>"Come sit on the couch and drink, Ma'am." Anon said flatly, patting the cushion next to him while his eyes stayed settled on the tube
>"Ma'am..." The Kar scoffed quietly, but still sat down as ordered, which brought another frustraited blush to her cheeks
>She hid her face behind the mug and her braid which she brought up over her shoulder between her and Anon
>Her eyes peered over the mug at the tv and flicked between it and Anon, catching small testfull glimpses at him
>Elke hummed happily as she poured another cup of coffee and teetered into the room
>With eyes locked on the Kar, and the Kar's locked on hers, she stepped inbetween Anon's legs
>She leaned over placed the mug on the table, and then plopped her rump in his lap with a wiggle for good measure
>While Anon laughed and got a kiss on his cheek from Elke, the Kar looked down at the table both bashful and angry at the same time
>'Schlampe....' she thought, but still scooted slightly closer to Anon, her shoulder about 3 inches away instead of 8
>Elken despite herself, lowered her eyelids at the Kar almost territorially, leaning forward to grab her cup
>The Kar's eyes darted between the tv and Elke, face annoyed


>The trio sat on the couch and drank their coffee in a tense silence
>Not for Anon though, since he was naturally oblivious to the cold war going on between the two rifles
>"Why did you buy me, anyway?" the Kar asked, keeping her eyes fixed forward and hunched over her coffee, protected by the cage of her fingers
>"Well... You see..." Anon started, but he faltered, as it was not his plan at all to buy her in the first place
>"I recognized what you were the moment I saw you." Elke purred softly, setting her cup down on the coffee table
>"What kind of rifle would I be if I let one of my sisters get chopped up and turned into a... what do you call them again, Anon?" Elke paused, scratching softly at the top of Anon's thigh
>"Fudd rifle." Stated Anon, giving his leg a shake to settle the tickley twinges from her fingers
>"Ah yes yes, a fudd rifle." Elke repeated and beamed at the Kar, who just stared back at her uneasily
>After a while Anon pushed Elke off of his lap and stamped his legs awake, setting off to do laundry and work on a few of his hobbies in the other room
>As he walked away Elke grinned and leaned over to the Kar, giving her shoulder a nudge with her elbow
>The Kar fumbled slightly while her cup and glowered at Elke
>"I finally got him work out, his ass is super nice now." Elke said almost too hushed, her emerald eyes a light with mischief 
>"G-Grown men need to stay fit, anyway..." The Kar blushed furiously and looked down at her cup, her braid falling away from her shoulder slightly
>But... her eyes flicked up quickly and laid on Anon as he walked, and she blushed further
>Of course, Elke saw this as a grand opening for prodding
>"He does this one exercise where he places a bar on his hips, and he just gives em a good hu-"
>The Kar turned some how redder, her blue eyes fiery as she clapped her hands over Elke's mouth, her mug spinning on its base

>Elke laughed lewdly and fought against the Kar's struggling hands
>"You should see how his legs flex when he sqa-" Was all she was able to get out before the Kar hissed at her, tackling her and trying to smother her head in a grasping head lock
>An unbeknownst to them, Anon had leaned back out of the room and saw the two of them wrestling on the couch, Elke laughing and the Kar as red as a cherry
>They both began to yell at each other in German in their 'play', the Kar's posterior wiggling in the air while Elke fought back, almost in tears from the laughter
>Anon remembered back to when he first brought Elke home
>True, she still had scars on her face and other places due to her dings and scrapes, but she truly came alive when he got her new stock on, and she flourished
>This unknown Kar had just as many scars as Elke did, but seemed to have kept herself in some form of good order through the years
>Her blonde braid whipped around and seemed to sparkle in the sun light as she growled and caught a palm in the cheek, her head being pushed back from Elke
>At the last moment, Elke grabbed the Kar's ear and pulled it down to her face and locked her legs around the rifle, and whispered something harshly into her ear
>"T-That... That isn't even proper or common!" The Kar shrieked, desperately trying to pull her ear away as Elke giggled and kept trying to whisper more things into her ear
>"Lord..." Groaned Anon, and he shut the door behind him with a soft thump
>Anon sat down at his little hobby desk and began to pull out little knives and files to work on a model he had picked out a few days before: A large panther tank kit he spied at the hobby store
>He had no sooner fished out the tracks and begun snipping the sprues when the Kar bursted in through the door and slammed it shut, her back to the door and chest heaving
>Her face was still as red and flushed as it was, her hair in disarray, and her braid mangled over her right shoulder
>"Hello?..." Toned Anon

>The Kar sunk to the floor in a heap and laid her head back against the door, closing her eyes as she fought to catch her breath
>"What on earth... is wrong with her..." The Kar moaned, and fixed her disheveled hair half heartily 
>"Oh shes just in good spirits is all, bit of a morning person, my Elke." Anon replied cooly, keeping his attention on the model in front of him
>The Kar slowly got up and opened the door slightly, peering out into the hallway as if a monster lay await in the shadows
>"So what happened?" Quizzed Anon, slowly placing a drop of glue on a wheel and placing it on the frame of the tank
>"I was... sold..." The Kar halted out, and looked over her shoulder at Anon's back
>"You may want to start from the beginning." Anon said quietly, and patted the counter top with his hand
>The Kar apprehensively walked forward and stood behind the shoulder of Anon, and then slowly began to tell her tale
>Anon nodded and made a noise here and there as she spoke, all the while gluing and applying parts to the little tank model
>As the Kar spoke she began to slowly move closer to Anon, getting to the part where she was bought by the hairy man in over-alls
>"That's enough, sweetheart." Anon murmured, and the Kar crossed her arms with a light blush at the term of endearment 
>"You got the short end of the stick here, dont get me wrong." Anon began, setting the tank body down and picking at a spot of glue on his fingers
>"Elke came from a place just as horrible, and when I found her she looked as bad as a Carcano pulled from a tomb. You and her have more in common than you might think." Anon looked over at the Kar, his eyes soft and caring
>The Kar had placed her hand on the bench and while idly poking at some of the cut plastic
>Anon moved his hand slowly, and placed it upon her own hand, giving it a soft pat as he did
>"Just don't trust everything she says, she tends to tease." Anon said with a smile, the Kar pulling her hand away swiftly

>"She is crude for a weapon of the Reich..." The Kar said with a bite of venom on her tongue, and Anon just laughed breathily 
>"I-It's not funny! She said you two... Two..." The Kar stammered, and then slammed her fist onto the bench, causing the model pieces to jump
>She huffed furiously and whipped open the door to the hallway and stalked away, leaving Anon in peace
>Elke continued her teasings much to the Kar's chagrin, and refused to answer any of her probing questions about her name or whereabouts
>Hours passed while Anon whiled away in his little hobby room, and his head jerked up with a sudden thought
>Maybe she would feel more at home if she had her own clothes and maybe some baskets to keep them in, as his dresser drawers were already to the brim as it was with Elke stuffing her own things into there
>He checked his phone for the time, and then checked his banking account as well
>Dusting off plastic shavings and pieces of dried glue from his self, he walked out into the living room to Elke and the Kar watching the cooking channel
>Elke had taken a particular interest in Rachael Ray and Good Eats, and they both twittered about how soft American women looked
>Anon thought it was atleast good that they were getting along in that regard
>"So! Uh... Kar" Anon said, and the Kar looked up at him with a jerk, having been too engrossed in the assembly of macaroons to see him walk up
>"I noticed you didnt really have any clothes, since you are wearing Elke's. Would you like to go shopping?" Anon asked, and Elke's eyes lit up
>The Kar's however turned twisted with worry and she began to wring her hands
>The last time she went clothes shopping, the day had ended in catastrophe and she ended up being dragged to a gun store the next day
>"I dont... I dont want new clothes..." She murmured hurtly, her hands gripping at the pants she wore
>Elke began to lean towards her and then plopped her head into her lap, looking up at her smugly

>"What, you just wanna run around in your underwear for Anon?" Elke said saucily, rolling her shoulders mockingly
>"O-Of course not!" The Kar spat angrily, and shoved Elke off of her lap and onto the floor
>Elke naturally launched a sneak attack on the Kar's feet and began a frontal assault with her fingers
>The Kar responded in kind and began to try and angrily stomp at Elke on the ground, who giggled in response
>"We are going shopping, and you will be picking out some clothes. I cant have you in pajama pants and your uniform all the time." Anon said, speaking sternly at the Kar who immediately avoided his gaze before angrily kicking at Elke, who had snuck a finger up and tickled at her foot
>"Elke love." Anon said, and Elke snapped her head up above the coffee table
>"Yep!" She chirped
>"Go get some of your jeans and shirts for Kar." Anon instructed, and gave her hair a soft tussle
>Elke giggled and kissed his hand softly before jumping up and tottering off to their room
>Anon began to walk away, but looked down at the Kar sitting on the couch with her hands around her elbows, looking down at her feet
>He reached out and gently placed his hand on her head, and ran it back along the grain
>The Kar's cheeks pinked softly and her eyebrows scrunched angrily, but her eyes still closed
>It had been... a long time, since she had been touched in a caring away
>Anon ran his hand down her head and then cup her braid, running it along until the very end, where it flapped down onto her chest softly
>"Welcome home, by the way" Anon whispered caringly, and gave her cheek a soft poke
>The Kar just looked away, and Anon began to walk to the room to change
>As he walked away, the Kar looked over at him and slowly ran her own hand along her hair and down her braid, a faint smile playing along her lips
>'He has soft hands...' She thought to herself, but was shaken from her thoughts as a pair of thick socks bounced off of her forehead
>"Pass Auf!" Barked Elke, smiling

>The ride to the mall was quiet, while a little more tight knit than usual
>The car Anon owned started showing its ass after the drive back from the gun show, and Anon had worked a little magic and gotten a nice deal on a Dodge Power Ram
>Problem being that it was a single cab with a bench seat
>Elke was fully aware of this, yet insisted that the Kar sit in the middle seat while she took the passenger side seat
>Knowing full well that meant she had to deal with the stick shift
>The Kar herself was in a matter of fits due to this, as anon had to brush the back of his hand along the inside of her knees and lean his shoulder down in order to shift, giving her breasts a jostle every once in a while
>Elke began a slow encroachment on her seat space, slowly pressing her closer to anon and onto herself
>The Kar's face slowly began to become more and more pink, and she let forth an embarrassing squeak when Anon had to do a rapid down shift
>A car had pulled out in front of them, causing Anon to slam the gears into second and slow down
>The braking caused the Kar to slide forward in the seat, and Anon's curled fist on the knob came into... contact
>The Kar began to lightly sweat and stared straight out the wind shield, while Elke leaned against her and looked down at his hand
>Elke looked at the Kar
>The Kar looked quickly at Elke, back to the wind shield, then back at Elke
>Elke grinned, an evil grin, and whispered into her ear
>"How long has it been, since you've been fi-"
>"Come on you corolla driving piece of garbage!" Anon bellowed, laying on the horn while the old woman in the corolla gave him the finger out of her window 
>Elke quickly rolled down the window with a rapid flurry of movement and leaned out
>"We used to have special showers for people like you!" She screeched, causing the Kar to panic and yank her back into the truck while leaning over her to yell out
>"S-She is just kidding!" She stammered out, and quickly rolled up the window

>Elke held her hands up as the Kar hurridly rolled up the window, but an evil smirk krept onto her face
>"Oooh I never knew you were in such a way..." Elke gasped seductively, and leaned forward, smooshing the poor Kar between her thighs and chest
>"D-Du dumm Weibsbild!" The Kar screamed, and struggled to get up from the awkward position while Elkr just hugged her tight and made all a manner of embarrassing noises
>Anon just rolled his eyes and pulled into the mall parking lot, rolling the truck to halt
>"Guys, guys cmon stop it." Anon chided, grabbing an ear apiece with his hands and giving them a tweak
>"B-B-But she!" Began the Kar, her face flustered and hair an even bigger mess than before
"Ach, unanständig Mädchen" Teased Elke, applying a flurry of kisses to the Kar's cheek before hopping out of the truck
>"But... she... I..." Puffed the Kar again, but anon just patted her head, ran his hand along her braid, and stepped out of the truck
>The Kar hung her head for a moment and sighed, before taking Anon's helping hand and exiting out the truck as well
>The three walked towards the doors, Elke happily babbling about hot topic sales while the Kar stoutly walked on the OTHER side of Anon, casting shade at Elke while also watching Anon
>Fear and apprehension knotted together in the Kar's stomach as they passed through the automatic doors, and a wave of nausea washed over her like a sickly tide
>"... You okay, sugar?" Anon questioned, once again placing his hand on her head
>"Im fine... just fine." The Kar replied, not meeting his eyes and hunching her shoulders slightly
>Anon was not convinced, but the both of them jumped as Elke began to yell nonchalantly
>"WHAT KIND OF PANTIES YOU WANNA GET, EH?" She piped, that evil grin on her face
>If it werent for the swift arm of Anon, the Kar would have rugby tackled Elke across the tiled floor
>Instead she was yanked into a stiff hug while Anon's other arm wrapped Elke in a headlock
>Elke of course didnt mind

>Elke burbled happily in Anon's arm while the Kar steamed with embarrassment, her eyes glowing with frustraited blue while Elke's gleamed mocking green
>"Lets go to Old Navy first." Bemused Anon, and he began to drag the two forward
>Elke naturally had words for such a place as Old Navy, but Anon kept her firmly muzzled
>A few foot steps and a harrowing escalator ride later, they were outside the doors of Old Navy and the Kar's lonesome blue eyes widened at all the clothes inside
>"Three pairs of pants, five shirts, and possibly your own hoodie if you find one." Demanded Anon, pulling her in front of him
>"I dont know if I can..." Started the Kar, but anon softly pressed his finger to her lips and shushed her
>"As the fates see it, you are mine now. You dont have to sleep in my bed, nor do you have to have a name. But you will, have your own clothes for at home." Anon sternly stated, and gave her cheek a light kiss
>Elke spun around at the sound, and even though no one saw it, she frowned slightly and her green eyes glimmered angrily
>The Kar on the other hand softened at the affection and murmured an acknowledgment, blushing brightly and clenching her fists
>"Weh-hellll let us get to shopping." Elke said flatly and grabbed the Kar by the hood, dragging her backwords into the store with a stumble
>Anon grinned lazily at Elke's open jealously and put his hands in the pockets of his jeans before strolling after them into the store
>The clothes shopping went as well as it could, with Elke picking out jeans for the Kar to try on and then the two of them bunking in to a fitting room to see how they fit
>After some quick purchases and them loading Anon with bags, Elke sprung into a revengeful action
>"Anon, I vant to take her to Hot Topic and I know you do not like it there." Elke pouted, putting on the female airs strongly
>"Why dont you head to that... manly man store you like so much...." She purred, nuzzled into his chest
>"Gamestop." Anon reminded her.

"Ja, the game depot." Elke beamed, her hips swaying back and forth cheekily
>Anon really... really hated hot topic, and he wanted to check in on a friend there anyway
>"I'll hold these, come find me there when you're done." Anon told Elke, and made his way to the escalator they rode up
>Elke took the Kar's arm in her own and began drag her along as politely as a warden does a prisoner
>"What are we getting at hot topic anyway?" The Kar demanded, looking over her shoulder worridly at Anon, who had pulled out his phone
>"Oh... we are not going there." Elke smirked, and went right past the store as it blasted heavy metal past its doors
>Alarm and worry played across the Kar's face as Elke dragged her onwards, and her breath caught in her throat as the pink and white theme of their target destination came into view
>Victoria Secret loomed in the distance, and the Kar stumbled as she tried to dig her heels in
>Elke however was having none of it and dragged the Kar ever onwards into the angel themed panty haven, and in a matter of moments they were both standing amongst the racks of bras and tables of lacey under things
>"Seeing as to how we are the same pattern, we should the same... size." Purred Elke, giving the Kar a hearty squeeze on the ass
>The Kar socked Elke in the rip cage angrily, whom just laughed and clutched her side
>"Come come now, you dont want Anon to just see you in Omma's underthings do you?" Elke chided, and plucked at the hem of the Kar's borrowed pants
>The Kar growled at Elke... but the logic kind of stuck with her
>She wouldn't mind... at least one pair of cute panties to wear
>It wasnt like anon was... rushing her to the sheets or anything
>At the same a mild surge of panic threatened to run over her at the thought of Anon seeing her in her underwear
>"And if you don't pick some out, i'll choos for you, and i like as little as possible so Anon can see ever-" teased Elke, but was shoved away by the Kar who blushed vividly

>"And if you don't pick some out, i'll choose for you, and i like as little as possible so Anon can see ever-" teased Elke, but was shoved away by the Kar who blushed vividly
>As Elke skipped away laughing, the Kar looked down at the wide spread of underwear at the little bar and all its stuffed drawers
>She spotted a pair of lacy purple panties with little hearts, and a pang of regret shot through her chest like a gun shot wound
>"No purple..." She whispered, running her hands along her braid as she casted her eyes over the selection
>She glanced over at Elke, who was cheerfully holding up something that could be mistaken for delicate rope up in her hands, with enough cloth to possibly suffice for an eyepatch on the front
>Elke looked over at the Kar and grinned, giving her rear a wiggle and mouthing 'Nothing at all'
>If looks could kill, the Kar could have decimated the store
>She moved away from Elke's line of sight and found another panty bar with more modest under wear, sifting through it and picking out a few here and there
>One pair in particular said 'Fully Loaded' on the rear section, and it actually made the Kar smile with the humor of it
>She added the pair to the others, and then linked up with Elke who was admiring an particularly flashy and outrageously colored bra
>"Seems to match your personality..." The Kar spat, the underwear clutched in her hand
>"Oh Anon would never let me back in the home if I ever bought something like this." Elke simpered, giving the bra a little dreamy sway before setting it back down on the rack
>They both made their way to the cash registers, Elke trying to get around the Kar's shoulders to see what kind of underwear she had picked out
>This earned her a palm to the forehead as the Kar stiffed armed her away
>"Oh! It's the little German girl!" cried the Cashier, tapping her fellow employee on the shoulder
>The Kar stiffened, and went from stiff arming Elke in the face to gripping her hoodie sleeve tightly

"Was?..." marked Elke, suddenly looking concerned and her eyes washed over the cashiers
>"So did he like what you picked out?! How did the big night go?" they both asked her, leaning over the counter
>"What are they talking about?" Elke asked, a slight twinge of worry on the edge of her voice
>"It... He..." The Kar choked out, tears welling up in her eyes as the memory of her previous shooter throwing her out came flooding back
>Elke leaped into action and threw a card onto the counter, it didnt have ~her~ name on it but Anons
>"Five pairs" Elke shot at them, and then pulled the handful of underwear from the Kar 
>The cashiers looked as upset and angry as the Kar looked, staying silent and quickly ringing them up
>Elke felt a worm of guilt wiggle its way into her chest as the Kar quietly cried next to her, her hand tightly gripping her sleeve
>This was meant to be a gently teasing with some ribbing here and there, now she stumbled upon a hornets nest with the other rifle
>Elke snatched the bag and receipt from the cashiers and grabbed the Kar by the hand, hauling her out of the store before even more people started staring
>'What the fuck is all this about...' Elke pondered as she looked back at the Kar, who's own eyes were still full of tears and staring at the ground
>Elke grimaced and continued to lead her on to the game stop on the bottom floor where Anon waited, chatting idly to the man behind the counter about how Blizzard 'Cant keep getting away with this'
>They both laughed and Anon looked at the door to see Elke holding the hand of a crying Kar, Elke's angry frown planted firmly on her face
>"What the hell did you do Elke?" Anon scoffed, walking towards them both
>"I broke her, apparently." Elke replied, staring at Anon's chest with angry green eyes
>Anon put his hands on his hips and looked down at Elke, an upset line grooving along his lips
>Elke flicked her eyes up at his for a moment before placing them back on his chest

>With a sight Anon scooped up the crying Kar into his arms and princess carried her out the door, Elke bringing up the rear with the little pink and white bag in her hand
>They reached the parking lot quickly, Anon placing the Kar in the passenger seat
>Elke fluffed up visibly and went to disagree with his decision, but Anon simply wagged a finger at her and pointed to the middle seat
>An angrier frown marred her face as Elke thumped across the bench seat and sat unhappily with her legs squished next to the Kar's
>The Kar sat looking out at the window, sniffing and wiping her eyes with the sleeve of her hoodie
>"Idiot." She sniffled, and moved to put her seat belt on
>"How was I supposed to know?!" Elke blurted, pissed that the Kar had the nerve to call her names over a simple accident
>The Kar didnt answer, as it was not Elke she was calling an idiot
>Before Elke could spew anything else, he quickly wrapped her head in another arm lock and squished her face to his side, a furious growl echoing from the ball of chestnut hair with green eyes
>Anon shifted with Elke like this, then gave the Kar a reassuring pat on the knee
>The Kar looked over at Anon and sniffed, and slapped his hand away from her leg
>This elicited a sad little laugh from Anon, and he shifted again with the engine purring right along
>The drive continued in silence except for a a sniff or two from the Kar and Elke finally wiggling her away out of Anon's security hold, fluffing her hair with rapidly moving hands
>The two rifles stared at each other, their blue and green eyes battling for an answer, but neither would yield 
>Finally the Kar looked away and shifted as far away as possible from Elke, who answered by soaking up all the room with her own self
>"Miststück." The Kar whispered, giving Elke a hard pinch on the ribs
>"Pathetische Königin" Elke growled back and bashed her knee against the Kar's
>"Ladies..." Anon warned, and brake checked them both against their belts harshly

>Elke lurched forward and bounced her head off the radio with a thunk, eliciting a screech of rage as she came back clutching her forehead and nose
>The Kar faired better, but the breath in her lungs vacated the barracks when the cross belt sank in between her breasts, and her arms flying forward didn't help either
>"She started it!" Cried Elke, still holding her face while tears of pain crept into the corner of her eyes
>"N-No I didnt!" The Kar coughed out, rubbing her chest sorely 
>Anon chuckled and put the truck back into gear and surged forward through the traffic, a confused and slightly angry honk following his tailgate
>Elke and the Kar continued their silent war all the way home, their eyes echoing with shades of murder
>The Kar made it first into the door with her bags in hand, fished from behind the seat, and made a bee-line for Anon's model room
>Elke sulked in after her, her nose and forehead red from the smacking she took on the dash
>Anon followed after, tossing his keys and wallet onto the coffee table and flopping down, his shoes making an appearance half way across the room
>It was his last day off, after all, gotta make it count
>The Kar ferreted her clothes away in the room and stepped out, picking at the new pair of panties she had bought and getting them into proper place
>She looked over at Anon sitting on the couch with his eyes closed and smiled slightly
>He treated her just as he did Elke, and didnt ask her why she was crying at the store. He just reacted and took her home 
>A noise from the kitchen broadcasted where Elke was, angrily scooping strawberry ice cream into a bowl
>The Kar took this as an opportunity, and silently padded over to Anon on the couch
>Nuzzling herself down in between the couch arm and anon, she rubbed her cheek on his shoulder briskly
>"Mein chest still hurts, you know..." She grumbled into his shirt, her blue eyes watching his face closely

>"What me to rub it better or something?" Anon quipped grumpily, and waggled his hand in the hair threateningly 
>The Kar had no response but a short, dry harrumph, but smiled none the less at his humor
>Elke came out of the kitchen with her bowl of ice cream head to her forehead and two cans of beer in her hand, setting one down in front of Anon and herself
>The Kar noticed this and frowned unhappily, but perked up instantly when Anon cracked it open and muttered over the rim of the can
>"We can share, sugar." He echoed in the can, and took a long pull from it
>"No, WE can share." Elke demanded, and slammed her own can before the Kar and took Anon's can from his hands
>Anon just laughed and pulled her in close with that trade mark head lock and pummeled her cheeks with kisses
>Elke melted and began to giggle, her bad mood washing away as quickly as it had come
>The Kar took the can, and clacked the tab open while she watched the two of them
>She had barely gotten the can to her lips when Anon pulled her into the hug as well, pelting her with kisses all over her own cheeks
>"S-Stop, the beer!" The Kar cried and fumbled with the can as her cheeks bore the fond assault, her braid instantly bristling again
>Elke naturally took slight to this and pulled Anon towards her with his arm and slung her leg over his lap, staking her claim of real estate
>This allowed the Kar to regain control of the beer can, and sighed in relief the foam didn't get all over her new clothes or the couch
>"So whats on the tube I wonder." Breathed Anon, and clicked on the tv with the remote
>Elke snuggled in close as Anon put on the history channel while Elke gulped at the can with both hands, slyly never moving and remaining where Anon had pulled her in
>"... And I never know whats going to come through that door." The tv played, the fat bald man on the screen smiling smugly
>"Diabetes should be stopping by any day now..." Elke said, plopping the ice cream filled spoon into her mouth


>"What me to rub it better or something?" Anon quipped grumpily, and waggled his hand in the hair threateningly
>The Kar had no response but a short, dry harrumph, but smiled none the less at his humor
>Elke came out of the kitchen with her bowl of ice cream head to her forehead and two cans of beer in her hand, setting one down in front of Anon and herself
>The Kar noticed this and frowned unhappily, but perked up instantly when Anon cracked it open and muttered over the rim of the can
>"We can share, sugar." He echoed in the can, and took a long pull from it
>"No, WE can share." Elke demanded, and slammed her own can before the Kar and took Anon's can from his hands
>Anon just laughed and pulled her in close with that trade mark head lock and pummeled her cheeks with kisses
>Elke melted and began to giggle, her bad mood washing away as quickly as it had come
>The Kar took the can, and clacked the tab open while she watched the two of them
>She had barely gotten the can to her lips when Anon pulled her into the hug as well, pelting her with kisses all over her own cheeks
>"S-Stop, the beer!" The Kar cried and fumbled with the can as her cheeks bore the fond assault, her braid instantly bristling again
>Elke naturally took slight to this and pulled Anon towards her with his arm and slung her leg over his lap, staking her claim of real estate
>This allowed the Kar to regain control of the beer can, and sighed in relief the foam didn't get all over her new clothes or the couch
>"So whats on the tube I wonder." Breathed Anon, and clicked on the tv with the remote
>Elke snuggled in close as Anon put on the history channel while Elke gulped at the can with both hands, slyly never moving and remaining where Anon had pulled her in
>"... And I never know whats going to come through that door." The tv played, the fat bald man on the screen smiling smugly
>"Diabetes should be stopping by any day now..." Elke said, plopping the ice cream filled spoon into her mouth
>The night passed by as the trio watched the pawn episode and the many others that passed after it, Anon remarking that the channel used to be better than this and began to puff over the fact they no longer showed any of the World War II shows or Mail Call
>The Kar, holding her empty beer can in her lap with her head resting slightly against Anon's shoulder, quietly pondered over this Arr Lee Army and asked Anon who he was
>"Ah here, I'll pull up what hes most famous for on youtube" He said, and had to dig past Elke to get to his pocket where his android phone lay
>Elke pressed her thigh against Anon to delay his hand and cause a barrier, and with a pinch from the inside of his pocket she yelped and drew her leg away, punching him in the deltoid
>"He was an old Marine that got into the movie business and became quite the sensation with a Vietnam movie..." Anon began, and the Kar remembered back to the Vietnam War she had read about and all the Geists who are still quite sore over the conflict
>"A JELLY DONUT?" Roared out from the little android phone and the Kar jumped, looking down at the screen bewildered as the pawn show intro played duly in the background
>The Kar couldn't stop the smile from cracking along her lips as she watched the abuse of the new recruits, a laugh even escaping her lips as Private Pyle was forced to choke himself on the Drill Sergeants hand
>"I see the SS also enjoyed their dark humor." Anon murmured and nudged the Kar blindly, his elbow actually giving her breast a good bump and eliciting a faint blush from the geist
>But the night would be called to a halt as the short video ended and Anon yawned tiredly
>He had to work tomorrow, and it would just be the two rifles at home alone together.
>Anon had his reservations, but his hopes were high that they would atleast leave enough of the house standing so he could make a shack to sleep in
>Of course when Anon and Elke stood to go to bed, the Kar was suddenly unsure of what to do

"I... Do I have to sleep alone again?" The Kar whispered, and could have easily been mistaken for a soft sob
>Anon turned to look at her and Elke screeched to a halt mid step, and one could swear a record scratch was heard somewhere in the background
>"If you want to sleep on the couch again you are more than welcomed" Elke bristled, turning her head slightly to communicate with her eyes that the bedroom was her domain and she was not welcomed
>"Hmm, I actually don't have any real spare blankets or pillows and I feel bad with you just winging it out here. If you want to can hop into the bed with Elke and I can sleep on the couch, I can just use my sleeping bag" Anon said cheerfully, and walked over to his little closet to rummage around for his camping gear
"B-But we always sleep together!" Elke started, and a hint of outrage was barely suppressed 
>"We dont have to change just because shes here! The couch is huge, look at her, she fits just fine!" Elke spat and stomped her foot with finality, her hands balled at her sides 
>"Oh Elke thats no way to treat a lady, and I dont think shes quite ready to spend the night in a bed with two other people yet." Anon sighed, pulling out the cloth sleeping bag with a tug, a canteen cup clanging out and bouncing off the carpet.
>The Kar's heart hammered for a moment in her chest
>The longing of being next to someone again hit her hard, and the memories of waking up next to someone as the morning light spilled onto them almost made her moan with longing
>But then the bitter orange of her past smacked her back to reality, and the fear of being that close to someone again just to be rejected was still a fresh wound in her mind
>"I... I can sleep on the couch again, its fine Anon. I dont mind. I dont mind..." The Kar whispered and curled her legs to her chest
>In her mind, the couch was still better than anywhere else she had been for so long, and anything was better than being in that mans armpit again

>"Nah I dont think so," Anon answered, and turned to look at the Kar sitting on the couch, "I think a night in an actual bed for once will do you some good and get you out of your funk. Why dont you head on over with Elke, and I'll see you in the morning before I head out for work."
>"Oh ja I'll juss go ins and fluff ze pilloh!" Elke steamed, her accent fiercely back into place as she stomped into the bedroom
>The Kar stood warily, but a kiss was suddenly planted on her forehead from Anon and she received a light pat on the rump for her trouble
>"Off you go, to bed with ya" Anon said with a smile, and the blushing Kar tottered over to the bedroom door with a hand on her face so Anon could not see her expression
>The little pat may as well been a full out spank for all the color she turned
>The Kar walked into the room to the sight of Elke building a wall of sorts with pillows, looking up at her fuming while her short hair was all a frizz and seemed to almost curl with her anger
>"Stay on your side of the foxhole" Elke spurned, and grumpily flopped into the blankets, flipping them over her and covering her entire body from sight
>The Kar did feel some what guilty for making Anon sleep on the couch, it wasn't terribly comfortable and Elke seemed madder at her than she has ever been since she arrived
>With a sigh she stripped down to her underwear and flicked off the light, then climbing under the covers beside the great wall of pillows between her and Elke
>She would have been lying, if she had said that the smell of Anon and the warm blankets didnt make her incredibly happy
>The angry memory of her past tried knocking her down again, but the wondrous scent of Anon kept it at bay
>"We have sex on zat side, you know..." Elke purred from the dark
>The Kar's eyes shot open and her eyes looked down at the dark sheets beneath her

>Her face flushed with the thoughts of what those two must have done, but she shook her head, knowing Anon was actually quite clean for a man and surely washed the sheets since then... right?
>Despite her sound judgement, she slowly moved her head away from the pillow and gave the sheets a slight sniff, her face blushing harshly from the self embarrassment 
>All she smelled was fabric softener and Anon, and she quickly placed her head back onto the pillow
>"You sniffed at it didnt you..."Elke silkily murmured and poked the Kar in the back from between the pillow fort
>"HAB ICH NICHT" The Kar spat, he face on fire, and kicked backwards at Elke, catching her in the buttock with her heel
>Elke just laughed wickedly and ignored the Kar, snuggling down into her side of the blanket with the relish of her wicked deed
>The Kar on the other hand laid still, clutching the blanket to her chest as she lay under it and with a sigh brought it to her face
>Anon was nice... nicer than she could have hoped, she thought
>He bought her clothes
>Didnt seem to mind her military history
>And even let her sleep in the bed to keep her from being lonely on the couch
>The tendrils of sleep slowly came for her, working their way up her muscles and reached out for her eyelids, which slowly grew heavy
>With her braid falling over her cheek, she pulled the clutched blanket to her face and breathed in deep, her eyes closing as she did
>She would breath deep of Anon, and maybe get some actual rest this night...

>The morning came quicker than anyone in the home wanted, and its warm rays torture seemed to torture Elke the most
>An angry groan emitted from the ruined remains of the pillow wall, and she cracked open her eyes to a stinging poke from the Kar's braid, becoming quite disheveled in her sleep
>Elke then realized the hair was also in her mouth, as she had been nuzzling into the rifles neck during the night, and her tendency to snore allowed for the furry invasion of her mouth
>"Bleeggh" Elke spat, and pawed meekly at her mouth, tendrils of silvery hair from the Kar leaving slime trails as they left her mouth
>As she sputtered and shook her head, Elke looked down and saw the rifle had somehow gotten her mitts on one of Anon's shirts, and she growled in the morning rays, his eyes angry squints
>She gave the shirt a few weak tugs, trying to dislodge it from the still sleeping Kar, but found it too cemented into place with iron hands, and the Kar's face stayed buried in the cotton cloth
>"Fotze..." Elke grumbled and gave the Kar a shove before tottering out of bed, her american flag panties bunched up and letting those little white, plump German cheeks get a little kiss of sunshine
>The Kar however stayed in her little bundle of smells and warmth, cracking an eye open at Elke as she walked away and waggled her toes at her back
>She was quite aware she was after the shirt, but that was her prize and would not give it up so easily
>"Verlie Verlie Verlie..." She whispered and gave the shirt one last deep breath before sitting up and stretching her arms as high as she could, eliciting some loud pops and cracks here and there, her breasts swelling against her shirt
>She exhaled harshly and swept her feet out of the bed
>While Elke strolled around with barely anything on, the Kar was more reserved and slipped on a pair of pajamas she found on the floor
>They were Anons, judging by how low they hung on her hips...

>She got to the hallway before the smell of strongly brewed coffee hit her nose, and she padded around the corner to see Elke resting her head on the counter while staring at the coffee maker bleary eyed and grumpy
>"Keep that poked out there, and you may attract the dogs..." The Kar murmured at Elke, staring at her rump sticking out into the air as she was bent over with her head on the counter
>"If I vasnt so sleepy I vould make a sex joke..." Elke growled sleepily
"Im sure you vould, Schlampe." The Kar quipped back, and hopped on her toes to snatch the corn flakes from atop the fridge
>Anon had already left for the morning and Kar saw a note on the coffee table as she sat down with her bowl, while Elke fumbled groggily with the creamer bottle
>"Be back at 6, behave yourselves, no fighting, no flamethrowers" Was scrawled onto the paper, and she flipped it around, chewing quietly
>On the back was a small drawn heart with an iron cross doodled in the middle of it, and it created a goofy smile on her chewing lips
>''Kaaafffffeee'' Elke the rifle zombie moaned, and softly sunk onto the cushion of the couch with her great mug of steaming 'Good Morning'
>"Zat ist the problem with you Wehrmacht rifles, no get up and go in the morning..." The Kar said cheekily, digging her spoon into the pile of corn flakes in her bowl before popping it into her mouth
>"Zat ist because you all have sticks in your arses" Elke groaned
>While quick witted and clever awake, she seemed to lack the fire early in the morning
>The Kar snorted and clicked on the morning news and watched curiously as she fixed her braid
>Her hand hit a large wet spot and she brought it away with a grimace, looking over at Elke who seemed to be pulling her best poker face at the TV
>"Did... Did you DROOL on me?!" The Kar said disgusted, wiping her hand on the couch
>"'Aye 'noh 'nozink" Elke said flatly and took a long drag from her cup, her face both smug and guilty as hell
>"Ahaha danke schön, Schultz"

>The Kar plopped a corn flake in Elke's coffee cup and stood, finishing the bowl on her way to the sink and then started to undo her braid on her way to the shower
>"Dankkeeeee" Elke catcalled and sucked the cornflake into her mouth along with her coffee, and giggled to herself as she caught the sight of a middle finger in the hallway before the Kar closed the bathroom door behind her
>The Kar undressed and fluffed out her hair, stopping in front of the mirror when she caught her reflection
>She took a moment and stared at herself, the scars on her face, on her body, on her chest and arms, the history of war that lay bare on her flesh
>With a quizzical look she gave her chest a little wiggle before cupping them in her hands, and looking back into the mirror
>They seemed larger than Elke's... maybe she could use that to her advantage and get back at the little Heer rifle when she tried her shenanigans 
>She stopped and turned slightly to look over her shoulder at her back side, giving it a wiggle as well
>It too seemed larger than Elke's, clearly a mark of her superiority as an SS Rifle
>She let the smugness over take her for a morning and flicked her hair at herself in the mirror, before parting the shower curtain and stepping into the tub
>Elke was still on the couch, her second cup of coffee in her hand as the News Anchor prattled on in the background
>Elke looked over at the Kar as she left the bathroom, a cloud of steam wafting out after her
>Eventually the Kar joined her on the couch again after getting her hands on more of Anon's clothes, her hands busily braiding her giant wad of hair 
>"Zey are still hunting for us..." Elke whispered and nodded at the TV Screen
>The News anchor prattled on about more border sweeps from the Non-Geist states, and how they are pushing for even more harsher Geist laws to restrict their movement to and from their borders
>Chaos was running wild as Geists and their owners made a run for the borders of safe states

>The News Station was showing shaky phone camera footage of large white trucks running along a forest edge as a small group of people made a mad dash across a clearing where a state line sign was clearly marked, and a line of people waiting
>The line of people on the safe border were calling and screaming for the group to run faster as the white trucks spotted them and turned towards them, accelerating harshly, mud and grass spitting out from their wheels
>The majority of the group made it except for a smaller woman who came up to the chest of the man beside her
>Her left foot made it across the line before a man from the truck jumped out and grabbed her around the waist, attempting to wrench her back across the state border
>"Charles! Charles dont you like them take me god damn it!" The woman, who appeared to be a Geist of some sort, screamed as she grabbed hold on the many hands that were also held onto her from the other side
>The tug of war began, and with a great heave they dragged the Geist AND the man across the state line
>Fists started flying as soon as he crossed the line into the Geist friendly state, and the whole assembly began to beat the shit out of the man in earnest
>Their revenge was short lived, as another man from the non-Geist state was able to get a grip on the fallen mans foot and drag him back to safety, and older gentleman giving a spirited kick at them before hurling verbal abuse at the retreating pair
>The Kar stared at the tv wide eyed and speechless while Elke stared with hooded eyes, something mostly reserved for the Kar now adays...
>"Is... It like a var?"The Kar asked, her fingers slowly working the end of the braid and banding it tightly
>"A war on Geists it seems...yes..."Elke replied, and lowered the mug from her face
>"Zey see us as...Abominations, something zat should not be. I actually got zu meet von of the Glocks that broke the rules and made a run for the border just to escape the hell zat ist a non-Geist state..."

>"Zay are all kept in lockers, not allowed to have free time, like you and I" Elke continued
>"Nothink but darkness and sadness, und zey have cursed anvils ver zey break Geists in cold blood" Elke finished, her eyes heavy with grief
>Both the Kar and Elke knew what happened when a Geist was not broken on a sanctified anvil with a sorrow hammer, cursed to walk the land in the shadows until a Hammer of the Mother was able to find them and send them back to the void to rest
>"There are Hammers in ze states, right?" The Kar asked, having been out of the loop for quite some time
>"There hast been a large influx of our Mother's Favored running around, tryink to clean up ze mess these..." Elke motioned at the TV with her hand, as another seen of a car running a blockade played "... Savages. Murderers. Because theyre God did not create us, zey see us as a mockery of life"
>The Kar stared at the TV sadly as a rifle their age was being interviewed, another rifle with harsh cuts and wood missing from its stock cradled in her arms
>The ears made it quite clear it was an SVT, and her fast way of speaking helped with her identification, the rifle in her arms being a mosin carbine.
>The Kar felt a twinge of sadness, as carbines are always cute to behold, no matter their side in the war
>"We help in the great war, we get such a thanks!" The SVT growled, her ears pinning to her head and her fangs glimmering from the camera light
>"I know zey are Soviets but zey should at least be able to speak better by now..." Elke muttered, and the Kar snorted in agreement 
>The two sat together and watched the News channel until they switched stories to the political climate in the U.S and their attention quickly dissipated 
>Elke set her empty mug on the coffee table and looked over at the Kar, ruffling her short hair as she did
>"Zo, vat do you vant to do today? More shopping?" Elke asked
>The Kar eyed her warily
>"Anon said his finances ver thin, I do not think ve can..."
>Elke grinned slyly and produced a wad of cash from what seemed like thin air
>"You vould be surprised by how much a pair of panties vorn by a heer rifle can bring on ze internet..."