This is a tribute to my personal favorite of the Witches 5, Viluy Yuri. ^-^ Sure, 
she only got one episode and got talked down to by Ami while nanites where 
ripping her body apart. Sure she fell prey to the BSSM anime rule that a villain 
must have a lame death at their own hands or at the hands of their employer or 
peer. Sure, she made me wonder just how deep Ami?s egomaniacal obsession 
with being the smartest went if she could bitch at a girl that?s getting killed by 
her own devices (who needs that? I mean, c?mon, she was ?dying-. You?d think 
that?d be bad enough without a self serving speech from Ami. Odd how the 
nanites merely wracked the Senshi with pain, while they killed her. But I 
digress.). But she was great for the less than half an hour we got of her. ^-^ So 
thanks, Viluy, for being such a cool villain. ^-^


Shattered Mirror
By Amazoness Duo
amazonessduo@hotmail.com 


	My name is Viluy Yuri. I?m the top student at Mugen Gakuen and 
possibly in the entirety of Tokyo. That is, with the possible exception of Ami 
Mizuno. She?s amazing. Quiet, thoughtful, shy, all trussed up with beautiful blue 
hair. Her eyes seem to be ever searching for more, wanting so much to 
understand that which she never possibly could. She is perfect. At least from all 
of the data I?ve collected on her. Obsessed? Maybe. I have her picture up as my 
desktop. I?ve been teased quite often by some of my ?teammates? here with the 
Witches 5, but I ignore them. Cold logic will win against any of their outlandish 
schemes. I never could understand what Tellu hoped to accomplish with plants. 
But if that?s how she wants to do things, who am I to argue?
	I can almost hear Eiko?s soft voice chiding me to get some sleep, but 
she?s not there when I swivel around in my chair. I can?t hold back the pained 
disappointment that wells up despite my normal control. She?s the only thing 
that can hurt me anymore. Or the lack of her presence, as the case may be. She 
was.. She is the driving force behind all that I do. I was going to add some safety 
systems to my nanites, but I can barely concentrate anymore. I miss her even 
more than usual right now. I?ve been so empty since she left. I?ve been all alone 
for so long, fighting just to stay alive. I had lost my sense of purpose until 
Professor Tomoe came to me with an offer I could never refuse. 
	Picking up the single framed picture by my desk, I remember with 
crystal clarity the girl standing with me in it. I was only nine when the picture 
was taken. She must?ve been nearly six. My sweet little sister, Eiko. She was my 
best friend when no one else wanted to be near me. She was my light at the end 
of the tunnel when things seemed to dark to go on. She made me laugh when I 
was being too serious for my own good. When mom and dad would argue, she 
tried to cheer me up, even though I knew it must have been eating her away 
inside. I wouldn?t let dad hit her whenever I could help it. Which meant he had 
to hurt me all the more when I?d get in the way. When someone who?s supposed 
to protect and love you can inflict such pain upon a child, all hope is quickly lost 
in the world. How anyone can do that, I still don?t know. I will always hate him 
for that. And I will always hate my mother for standing by, doing nothing as 
he?d hit one of us again and again.  Sometimes life was wonderful. Eiko and I 
would stay up all night in the living room on the weekend while my parents 
slept, telling each other stories and playing. But sometimes life became 
unbearable. We would be too afraid to breathe, afraid that the slightest 
movement would evoke our father?s wrath. Many times we didn?t even have to 
do anything to bring out his rage. And as time went by, it became that way more 
and more often.
When I got home from cram school one day and found her curled in a 
ball in her room all battered and bruised, I couldn?t take it. Tears spilling down 
my face and rage scalding me inside, I knew that I couldn?t stay there any 
longer. That I couldn?t let that happen ever again to my little sister. I had called 
the police before, but dad had a friend at the station so they never actually came. 
He would tell my dad all of the awful things I told him, all the truth, and he 
would come back into my room... And all the while my mother become more 
and more a shell of her former self, watching it all behind glassy eyes as she too 
took to the bottle. I ran away from home with my sister that day before our 
parents could get back from the store. And I never looked back.
	I promised myself long ago that I would protect my imouto no matter 
what. I did whatever I could to make sure that she was safe. I would take care of 
her better than our parents ever could. I had been the smartest one at my school, 
but that just made people want to ignore me. They pretended I didn?t exist when 
I was lucky, torturing me when I wasn?t. Eiko was the only one who hadn?t 
abandoned me. And I would be damned if I ever abandoned her. So I did the 
best I could to support the two of us. We lived in a small, condemned building 
that no one ever seemed to have any intention of tearing down. I stole from 
honest people to get what we needed to survive. I took what I could from 
wherever I could in order to provide for myself and for my little sister. When 
she was sick, I even managed to fake signatures and other things to get her 
looked at. I knew she hated doctors, but I had to make sure she would be okay.  I 
felt bad about the measures I had to take, but survival is a tricky thing at best. I 
had to do what I did in order that we both may live. 
	And in that existence, Eiko and I spent happier times together than we 
had living with our parents. For a while, I attempted to teach her. A child 
teaching a child. I had always been advanced for my class, but my parents didn?t 
seem to care. In fact, it was expected of me to do well. Anything less was met 
harshly. And so I had learned to push myself to the limits of my endurance and 
beyond. Eiko was a quick learner and she did well. But she missed going to 
school, missed being around others. I was the only one in her life, alone in our 
small building we called home. That was enough for me. She had been all I?d 
had in my life for quite some time, after all. But she needed more. I faked the 
necessary papers and managed to get her and myself enrolled in school shortly 
afterwards. There was no more time for cram school for me, though. I had to 
make sure there was food on the table for the two of us to get by. 
	My sweet little sister finally seemed happier. She was making friends 
and enjoying herself. I, on the other hand, hated every moment of it. I once 
again found myself deep into my studies in an attempt to have something, 
anything, to grasp onto throughout the tumultuous times at school. My only 
solace was back at our ?home? with Eiko. No matter how bad things went during 
the day, it all seemed to melt away when I got home. We would talk late into the 
night, far past when it grew dark out. Sometimes Eiko worried about the future, 
but I assured her of a bright and sunny one awaiting the both of us. And she 
would smile at me and agree the way she always did. And then we?d fall asleep, 
huddled for warmth on the floor under the blankets I?d managed to steal while 
they?d been out drying in some woman?s back yard.
	But one fateful day, my happy slice of heaven, my little ray of light 
amongst an otherwise bleak world, my tiny flame of warmth was snubbed out. 
The streets had been curiously silent that morning as I?d filled up my backpack, 
running a few minutes late. Eiko had already took off for school on her own, 
despite my continued urgings for her to wait. She?d giggled playfully and told 
me to catch up. But when I?d caught up, she wasn?t running anymore. It wasn?t 
fair. I was supposed to catch her on the way. She wasn?t supposed to forfeit. The 
cars had been curiously still as well. A man outside his car was going on and on 
about how it wasn?t his fault. I hardly cared if it was or not. It didn?t concern 
me. I had to catch up with imouto. But a sparkle of crimson caught my eye and 
when I turned to look, our little game had come to a violent end. There she lie, 
crumpled in the street like a broken china doll. Her small body was lying limp, a 
pool of blood under her. Words cannot convey how I felt. Tears cannot wipe 
away the stain that day has left on my mind. I held onto her for as long as I 
could, trying desperately to hear anything more than the sickening gurgle that 
came from what was left of my broken little sister. The rest of that day is gone. I 
can?t remember anymore than her slowed breathing in my arms until it finally 
stopped altogether, her life slipping out of my very grasp like so many grains of 
sand. That was nearly two years ago.
I weeped, as most young girls do, but that was the last time. My crystal 
tears were the last of my warmth, the last I had of her. I became cold after that. 
This life had no rhyme or reason. Nothing made sense. All I had was logic to try 
and sort out what I could, to make some sense of this frigid world. From that day 
forward, I put all of my faith into cold, heartless logic. Its icy touch was all I 
could hold onto to keep me sane. I needed something to occupy my mind or I 
would be consumed by my grief for her, lost in an endless night of pain. And 
because of my drive to succeed and my achievements over my classmates, I was 
invited to go to Mugen Gakuen for high school. After a short while, I was 
approached by professor Tomoe. He said he had an offer for me. An offer I 
couldn?t refuse. 
He was right. I will help bring an unspeakable force into this world so 
that I may have my little sister brought back to me. Taken before her time, I can 
make up to her the promise I had made her that had been broken so suddenly. 
Professor Tomoe?s own daughter had been brought back by this same force. 
And so I bide my time, doing what is asked of me so that I will one day achieve 
my goal. That she will one day be returned to me.
 Not a day goes by when I don?t see her out of the corner of my eye or 
hear her voice. I?m haunted. But I wouldn?t have it any other way. To shut out 
those little pieces of her would be to deny what I?m striving towards. It would be 
to deny what?s left of my soul inside this cold body. And so I continue, 
waiting... and hoping.

	Cyprine laughed as she read the last entry on Viluy?s computer. Such 
sentimental rubbish. Did she actually think her sister would be brought back like 
that? The Professor?s child was merely a vessel for Mistress 9. Of course, it 
didn?t matter one way or the other. Viluy had gotten killed shortly after that 
entry. The strongest Witches 5 member paused for a moment before she turned 
off the computer. ?I hope you?re with your sister now, Viluy.?