War Kids Ch. 4
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jpoplover_101Title: War Kids
Author: jpoplover101
Pairings: None. (Or at least no JE pairings XD)
Rating: PG-13
Genre: War, Humor?, and Romance ^^
Disclaimer: None because I own ALL of this =]
Warning: Um, there's blood and death and all the typical war stuff. If you don't like reading about people getting shot and dying and crap, then don't read.
A/N: My inspiration? Watching an SVU episode and at the end I saw a little kid holding a gun. A story popped up in my head like real quick. Also, I started this a while back =] And I watched Moon Child before this =] That says enough XD
Summary: How far would you go to find the truth?
War Kids Chapter 4
"Agh!!!!" I woke up in the middle of the night with sweat running down my whole body. I was breathing heavily and I could’ve sworn I lost my mind. When I opened my eyes, it was pitch black. I searched for my lighter on the small table next to my bed, but I couldn't find it. When I heard a click from in front of me, I drew my gun out and aimed ahead. "Who's there?" Then a sudden flame illuminated the source.
"Yo, friend," Hiro greeted with a grin. He was sitting on my bigger desk.
I sighed and lowered my gun. "Dammit, Hiro, can't you just leave me the hell alone?" I sat straight up and messed my buzzed cut hair up in annoyance.
"Calm down," he told me as he lowered the lighter from his face. Now his face was barely recognizable. "I just wanted to ask you about your first day at the camp."
At looked at the clock on the table. "At 2 AM?"
He shrugged. "I got anxious." He jumped down the desk and sat next to me on the bed. "So~ how was your day?"
I rolled my eyes at him and got off my bed. I was headed for the kitchen and of course Hiro had to follow me. Grabbing some milk from the refrigerator, Hiro stuck his hand in and claimed the beer he had previously placed there. When he began drinking it, I gave him a confused look.
He looked back at me with the same look. "What?"
"Um, aren't you a bit young to be drinking beer?"
"What're you talking about?" He playfully shoved me, but it was harder than expected. "The police don't give a crap about if teenagers are drinking beer. Hell, I could waltz into a liquor store and buy something without any questions being asked." He pushed the beer bottle to me. "Here, have a sip."
I hesitated to answer, but I finally shook my head. "No thanks."
He insisted and pushed it into my chest. "C'mon, it's tastier than what adults make it seem like."
I shook my head for the second time. "I'm okay."
He pouted, but later shrugged it off. "Suit yourself."
I remember my dad telling me that beer was a man's drink. He repeatedly told me that only men could drink beer. If you weren't a man, then you could never appreciate the real taste of beer. It was something my dad was really strong about. Manhood was his passion.
My dad was sitting on the outside if our house with his bottle of beer in one hand. At first glance, the man was intimidating, but once you started to get to know him, you knew he was nothing but love. His voice was very deep and inspiring. He had this habit of smiling for no reason at all and it made everyone else smile as well.
His hair was army short. It was really fun to run your fingers through it. Since our family wasn't so rich, he was wearing some ripped up shorts and a white tee. They were dirty, but it wasn't like we had a choice.
I sat next to my dad and looked at whatever he was looking at. I was still young at that time so I didn't understand why he was just staring out. He took a sip of his beer and looked extremely satisfied.
"Hey, otou-san [dad]," I called out.
He looked at me. "Yeah?" he answered.
"Can I have a sip of your beer?" I stuck my hand out for the bottle, but my dad gently lowered it. His action confused me.
“Da~ me~ [No, you can't]," he told me in a kid's voice.
"Eh? Nande [Why not]?"
"Kore wa otoko no nomimono desu kara [Because this is a man's drink]." He slightly tapped me on the head as if he was amused by my request.
"Eh?"
"You can't drink this until you become a man," he explained in simpler terms.
"Why not? I think I'm pretty grown up. I'm already 12-years old!"
My dad laughed his big and loud laugh. "Twelve-years old is nowhere near being a man. Plus, age isn’t what defines a man.”
“Then what does?”
He tilted his head and stared at the sky. “Hmmm… What defines a man is if— ”
“Dear!” my mom called from the inside of our house.
When I turned to look at her, the house was on fire. The heat of the fire felt so real that I started to sweat. When I turned to seek help from my dad, he was gone. He wasn’t by my side anymore. I stood up and backed away from my house.
“Wha—What’s going on?” I asked myself as my house was being engulfed by the flames. When the house collapsed, what stood behind it was an army of soldiers. They marched in such perfect synch that it was as if they were all just one person. They approached my already gone house with rifles strapped over their shoulders. I stood watching them in shock.
Then I blinked and everything in front of me changed.
“It’s like something you’ve never tasted, you know. Hey, hey, are you listening to me?” Hiro asked as he shook my shoulder.
I snapped back into reality. I shook my head and looked Hiro in the eyes. “What?” I said.
“Were you not listening to my lecture about why beer is so wonderful?”
I tried thinking back to what happened, but failed at doing so. I avoided looking at Hiro, seeing that he was a distraction. I saw my dad again, didn’t I? It’s been a while since I’ve thought about my parents, I thought to myself.
“Hey, Shinta!”
“What?” It came out real smooth, more smooth than usual. I didn’t sound mad or annoyed like I normally do when I talk to Hiro. I was calm and collected at the moment.
I’m guessing Hiro was surprised that I didn’t punch him in the face or something with an insult. He was taken aback by the calmness in my voice. “Um, never mind,” he said.
I walked away from the fridge and into my bedroom. Hiro followed me in and as he entered, I lit a candle to give us some light. I sat on my bed and he sat on my desk.
“So, how was your first day?” he asked.
I thought back to the mini war I had to go through. Wasn’t it strange that the North Korea army was ambushing their soldiers? “Oh yeah, I have a question,” I told him.
“Go on.”
“When I went there, the North Korean army came and ambushed us. I met a couple of people, but they didn’t look like they were recruiting any new members. They said that if I survived the ambush, I would become a War Kid. I obviously survived the raid, but they didn’t give me
any fancy badge like the one you showed me the other day.”
“But are you an official member?” I nodded. “Then that’s all that matters.”
“But what’s with the North Korean army attacking the War Kids? Aren’t they on the same side?”
Hiro shrugged. “Something must’ve changed since the last time I checked. Maybe the War Kids betrayed the army or something. Maybe it’s the other way around.”
“I guess so…”
Hiro jumped off the desk and walked up to me. “So, what about my brother? Is he still alive?”
I shrugged. “I wasn’t able to ask them about Noah. The raid took a while to finish.”
“So you don’t know if he’s alive or not?” I shook my head. Hiro sighed in disappointment.
“Sorry, Hiro. The next time I see them I’ll ask about Noah.”
“No, don’t ask about him. I’d rather have you meet him on your own.”
“Why?”
“Just because. The other members might think something is up. You don’t want them suspecting you of something.”
“Uh, sure…”
Hiro sat down next to me and said, “So how was the ambush? Were the North Korean soldiers hard to kill?”
I scoffed. “Please, they were like level ones in a video game. That ambush was a warm up for me.”
“Oh really?” Hiro sounded more insulted than agreeing, which was strange.
I ignored it though. “Yeah, I went up against three of them and I killed them all within a minute. All I did was use a mirror.” I raised my hand and formed it in a shape of a gun. “Then bang, bang, bang.” I pretended that I shot my “handgun.” “And down they went.”
“Sounds like you had fun,” Hiro said.
“I guess. It was a unique way of being tested, that’s for sure.”
Hiro got up and dusted his pants off. “I guess I should be going.”
I looked at the clock and it read 4:00 AM. “Yeah, it’s really late. Your family would be worried.”
He chuckled unexpectedly. “I have no family. Noah’s my only family.”
“Oh right, I forgot that your parents died. Sorry.”
“It’s okay. I’ll see you tomorrow, Shinta.”
“Right. See you tomorrow, Hiro.”
Hiro left my house through the window. I watched him for a while, wondering where he lived. Before turning away from him, I noticed someone was approaching him. When I looked closer to whom it was, I was surprised. Is that man a soldier? I thought to myself. That’s impossible. Well, at least now I get to see how skilled Hiro is with a gun. For sure he’ll shoot that man down. I waited for Hiro to pull his gun out from his belt, but he did nothing. Instead of welcoming the North Korean soldier with a bullet in his head, Hiro shook hands with him. Matter of fact, they looked close; like they knew each other.
They began to talk to each other, and even laugh. What the hell? What’s Hiro doing talking to a North Korean soldier? I pulled my gun out, ready to shoot the man. This has to be a trick. Hiro hates North Korean soldiers just as much as I do. I’ll do him the favor and shoot him. Just as I was about to pull the trigger, the man turned in my direction. He stared me dead in the eyes and his glance froze me. I didn’t know why, but I began to shake in fear. I looked at his uniform even closer and saw a five pointed star pinned to his chest. Five points? That’s a high ranking soldier.
The man was still staring at me and I was still frozen. His dead eyes pierced right through me. It felt like he could see right through me. This feeling of exposure and weakness was new to me. I never felt so helpless at my age. I’ve never met a person that could make me feel like nothing. But this man, this simple soldier was staring me down and I couldn’t do anything. Then he smiled such a creepy smile. It was ear to ear, like it was Christmas and he just got the present he wished for.
My knees gave in and I fell to the floor. My hands were shaking uncontrollably. I looked at my gun, then my hands. I couldn’t shoot him. I couldn't shoot him. I couldn’t shoot him. I threw my gun away from me, feeling so disappointed in myself. But more importantly, why was Hiro speaking to a high ranking North Korean soldier? Doesn’t he hate them? He despises them, despises them. So why was he speaking to one? What the fuck is going on?
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A/N: Damn, it has been HOW long since I wrote this story? Over 2 months, 2 months! So why am I writing it now? Because my bf read the first 3 chapters and forced me to continue writing. He really likes the story, lol. I guess it's good XD Now I'm working on Ch 5 cuz he really wants to know whats gonna happen next.
Author: jpoplover101
Pairings: None. (Or at least no JE pairings XD)
Rating: PG-13
Genre: War, Humor?, and Romance ^^
Disclaimer: None because I own ALL of this =]
Warning: Um, there's blood and death and all the typical war stuff. If you don't like reading about people getting shot and dying and crap, then don't read.
A/N: My inspiration? Watching an SVU episode and at the end I saw a little kid holding a gun. A story popped up in my head like real quick. Also, I started this a while back =] And I watched Moon Child before this =] That says enough XD
Summary: How far would you go to find the truth?
War Kids Chapter 4
"Agh!!!!" I woke up in the middle of the night with sweat running down my whole body. I was breathing heavily and I could’ve sworn I lost my mind. When I opened my eyes, it was pitch black. I searched for my lighter on the small table next to my bed, but I couldn't find it. When I heard a click from in front of me, I drew my gun out and aimed ahead. "Who's there?" Then a sudden flame illuminated the source.
"Yo, friend," Hiro greeted with a grin. He was sitting on my bigger desk.
I sighed and lowered my gun. "Dammit, Hiro, can't you just leave me the hell alone?" I sat straight up and messed my buzzed cut hair up in annoyance.
"Calm down," he told me as he lowered the lighter from his face. Now his face was barely recognizable. "I just wanted to ask you about your first day at the camp."
At looked at the clock on the table. "At 2 AM?"
He shrugged. "I got anxious." He jumped down the desk and sat next to me on the bed. "So~ how was your day?"
I rolled my eyes at him and got off my bed. I was headed for the kitchen and of course Hiro had to follow me. Grabbing some milk from the refrigerator, Hiro stuck his hand in and claimed the beer he had previously placed there. When he began drinking it, I gave him a confused look.
He looked back at me with the same look. "What?"
"Um, aren't you a bit young to be drinking beer?"
"What're you talking about?" He playfully shoved me, but it was harder than expected. "The police don't give a crap about if teenagers are drinking beer. Hell, I could waltz into a liquor store and buy something without any questions being asked." He pushed the beer bottle to me. "Here, have a sip."
I hesitated to answer, but I finally shook my head. "No thanks."
He insisted and pushed it into my chest. "C'mon, it's tastier than what adults make it seem like."
I shook my head for the second time. "I'm okay."
He pouted, but later shrugged it off. "Suit yourself."
I remember my dad telling me that beer was a man's drink. He repeatedly told me that only men could drink beer. If you weren't a man, then you could never appreciate the real taste of beer. It was something my dad was really strong about. Manhood was his passion.
My dad was sitting on the outside if our house with his bottle of beer in one hand. At first glance, the man was intimidating, but once you started to get to know him, you knew he was nothing but love. His voice was very deep and inspiring. He had this habit of smiling for no reason at all and it made everyone else smile as well.
His hair was army short. It was really fun to run your fingers through it. Since our family wasn't so rich, he was wearing some ripped up shorts and a white tee. They were dirty, but it wasn't like we had a choice.
I sat next to my dad and looked at whatever he was looking at. I was still young at that time so I didn't understand why he was just staring out. He took a sip of his beer and looked extremely satisfied.
"Hey, otou-san [dad]," I called out.
He looked at me. "Yeah?" he answered.
"Can I have a sip of your beer?" I stuck my hand out for the bottle, but my dad gently lowered it. His action confused me.
“Da~ me~ [No, you can't]," he told me in a kid's voice.
"Eh? Nande [Why not]?"
"Kore wa otoko no nomimono desu kara [Because this is a man's drink]." He slightly tapped me on the head as if he was amused by my request.
"Eh?"
"You can't drink this until you become a man," he explained in simpler terms.
"Why not? I think I'm pretty grown up. I'm already 12-years old!"
My dad laughed his big and loud laugh. "Twelve-years old is nowhere near being a man. Plus, age isn’t what defines a man.”
“Then what does?”
He tilted his head and stared at the sky. “Hmmm… What defines a man is if— ”
“Dear!” my mom called from the inside of our house.
When I turned to look at her, the house was on fire. The heat of the fire felt so real that I started to sweat. When I turned to seek help from my dad, he was gone. He wasn’t by my side anymore. I stood up and backed away from my house.
“Wha—What’s going on?” I asked myself as my house was being engulfed by the flames. When the house collapsed, what stood behind it was an army of soldiers. They marched in such perfect synch that it was as if they were all just one person. They approached my already gone house with rifles strapped over their shoulders. I stood watching them in shock.
Then I blinked and everything in front of me changed.
“It’s like something you’ve never tasted, you know. Hey, hey, are you listening to me?” Hiro asked as he shook my shoulder.
I snapped back into reality. I shook my head and looked Hiro in the eyes. “What?” I said.
“Were you not listening to my lecture about why beer is so wonderful?”
I tried thinking back to what happened, but failed at doing so. I avoided looking at Hiro, seeing that he was a distraction. I saw my dad again, didn’t I? It’s been a while since I’ve thought about my parents, I thought to myself.
“Hey, Shinta!”
“What?” It came out real smooth, more smooth than usual. I didn’t sound mad or annoyed like I normally do when I talk to Hiro. I was calm and collected at the moment.
I’m guessing Hiro was surprised that I didn’t punch him in the face or something with an insult. He was taken aback by the calmness in my voice. “Um, never mind,” he said.
I walked away from the fridge and into my bedroom. Hiro followed me in and as he entered, I lit a candle to give us some light. I sat on my bed and he sat on my desk.
“So, how was your first day?” he asked.
I thought back to the mini war I had to go through. Wasn’t it strange that the North Korea army was ambushing their soldiers? “Oh yeah, I have a question,” I told him.
“Go on.”
“When I went there, the North Korean army came and ambushed us. I met a couple of people, but they didn’t look like they were recruiting any new members. They said that if I survived the ambush, I would become a War Kid. I obviously survived the raid, but they didn’t give me
any fancy badge like the one you showed me the other day.”
“But are you an official member?” I nodded. “Then that’s all that matters.”
“But what’s with the North Korean army attacking the War Kids? Aren’t they on the same side?”
Hiro shrugged. “Something must’ve changed since the last time I checked. Maybe the War Kids betrayed the army or something. Maybe it’s the other way around.”
“I guess so…”
Hiro jumped off the desk and walked up to me. “So, what about my brother? Is he still alive?”
I shrugged. “I wasn’t able to ask them about Noah. The raid took a while to finish.”
“So you don’t know if he’s alive or not?” I shook my head. Hiro sighed in disappointment.
“Sorry, Hiro. The next time I see them I’ll ask about Noah.”
“No, don’t ask about him. I’d rather have you meet him on your own.”
“Why?”
“Just because. The other members might think something is up. You don’t want them suspecting you of something.”
“Uh, sure…”
Hiro sat down next to me and said, “So how was the ambush? Were the North Korean soldiers hard to kill?”
I scoffed. “Please, they were like level ones in a video game. That ambush was a warm up for me.”
“Oh really?” Hiro sounded more insulted than agreeing, which was strange.
I ignored it though. “Yeah, I went up against three of them and I killed them all within a minute. All I did was use a mirror.” I raised my hand and formed it in a shape of a gun. “Then bang, bang, bang.” I pretended that I shot my “handgun.” “And down they went.”
“Sounds like you had fun,” Hiro said.
“I guess. It was a unique way of being tested, that’s for sure.”
Hiro got up and dusted his pants off. “I guess I should be going.”
I looked at the clock and it read 4:00 AM. “Yeah, it’s really late. Your family would be worried.”
He chuckled unexpectedly. “I have no family. Noah’s my only family.”
“Oh right, I forgot that your parents died. Sorry.”
“It’s okay. I’ll see you tomorrow, Shinta.”
“Right. See you tomorrow, Hiro.”
Hiro left my house through the window. I watched him for a while, wondering where he lived. Before turning away from him, I noticed someone was approaching him. When I looked closer to whom it was, I was surprised. Is that man a soldier? I thought to myself. That’s impossible. Well, at least now I get to see how skilled Hiro is with a gun. For sure he’ll shoot that man down. I waited for Hiro to pull his gun out from his belt, but he did nothing. Instead of welcoming the North Korean soldier with a bullet in his head, Hiro shook hands with him. Matter of fact, they looked close; like they knew each other.
They began to talk to each other, and even laugh. What the hell? What’s Hiro doing talking to a North Korean soldier? I pulled my gun out, ready to shoot the man. This has to be a trick. Hiro hates North Korean soldiers just as much as I do. I’ll do him the favor and shoot him. Just as I was about to pull the trigger, the man turned in my direction. He stared me dead in the eyes and his glance froze me. I didn’t know why, but I began to shake in fear. I looked at his uniform even closer and saw a five pointed star pinned to his chest. Five points? That’s a high ranking soldier.
The man was still staring at me and I was still frozen. His dead eyes pierced right through me. It felt like he could see right through me. This feeling of exposure and weakness was new to me. I never felt so helpless at my age. I’ve never met a person that could make me feel like nothing. But this man, this simple soldier was staring me down and I couldn’t do anything. Then he smiled such a creepy smile. It was ear to ear, like it was Christmas and he just got the present he wished for.
My knees gave in and I fell to the floor. My hands were shaking uncontrollably. I looked at my gun, then my hands. I couldn’t shoot him. I couldn't shoot him. I couldn’t shoot him. I threw my gun away from me, feeling so disappointed in myself. But more importantly, why was Hiro speaking to a high ranking North Korean soldier? Doesn’t he hate them? He despises them, despises them. So why was he speaking to one? What the fuck is going on?
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A/N: Damn, it has been HOW long since I wrote this story? Over 2 months, 2 months! So why am I writing it now? Because my bf read the first 3 chapters and forced me to continue writing. He really likes the story, lol. I guess it's good XD Now I'm working on Ch 5 cuz he really wants to know whats gonna happen next.
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UPDATE UPDATE UPDATE
Date: 2010-12-24 01:59 am (UTC)Why is he talking to him~ XD, again this story is super interesting, I can't wait till you post the next chapter