Men are Weapons of War

Chapter 1: Rekindle

Summary: In an illegal experiment, 7 people became part weapon. Bond by their contractor, these people became ultimate weapons, unstoppable and unbreakable. They became known as Militia. The strongest, the sword, disappeared 3 year ago without a word. He finally came back…

Couple: Mark X Vaughn. My first Yaoi!

The streets were dark, filled with silence and the stars danced in the night. Today, the stars were shining for Mark. Bonded by chains, Mark looked up at his captor. He had short blonde hair, mostly covered by his UMA hat. Mark glared him down and looked at the twin pistols in his hand, aimed for his head. Gray had the Gun Militia named Claire, with long blonde hair and a city-girl style to her face. He couldn't believe Claire would make a contract with such a man: nonetheless, each Militia had the freedom to make a contract with anyone they wished, but it couldn't be another Militia.

"You know, Gray, you cannot keep me here forever. I'm going to find a way out, and I will escape. I'm going to find my sister, and you cannot stop me!" The chains rattled as he pulled them away, but they still stayed attached to the wall. He began to pant and huff: he had been there so long with no food or water; he was starting to feel weak. Gray grinned at the futile struggles of Mark seeing how easily tired he would become.

"Ah, but the real Mark would break these chains so easily and set himself free. It's too bad that you're so weak now. It doesn't help that you refused to make a contract with the man we chose for you. Maybe you can visit your dead sister, Chelsea, along the way." He pulled the trigger and shot right at Mark. Mark, however, put his chains in the bullets' paths, breaking them. Mark, using Gray's surprise, punched him and knocked Gray out, knocking the pistols out of his hand. The pistols turned into Claire who was glaring at Mark as he escaped.

"Damn you, Mark!" She pulled out her cell phone. "Ignis? Listen, Gray's knocked out! You need to chase after Mark, he escaped. Whatever you do, don't let him reach the G.R.I.E.F. building!"

Mark ran all over town, noticing how dark it was. Damn it that means Ignis' powers is increased!I barely stand a chance with no energy!I have to find that buildingno matter what! Mark ran, making sure he was in the lightest part of the city. He could feel Ignis getting close, and in his distraction, he rammed into a cowboy. Knocking both of them over, Mark barely felt the energy to get up.

"Hey, can you get off of me!" The cowboy yelled at him, but Mark could barely move his legs. He forced himself to get up, but fell to the floor before he could get his legs fully up. "…Are you okay?" The cowboy was still there, but now he was slightly worried. Mark struggled to stay awake, looking at Vaughn.

"I…I need to get to…G.R.I.E.F. building…I…I have…to…" He became unconscious after that, and Vaughn sighed.

"What a bother…I'll help you there. That's where I work, anyways." He lifted Mark onto his back, and began to walk to the G.R.I.E.F. building. He noticed how light the blonde felt as he carried. Must not eat properlybut how would he know about the building? He felt followed as he walked, but still walked forward. He finally reached the building, but he heard footsteps behind him. Turning around, he saw a person with a long, red braid in a ponytail and a girl right next to him with short, curled brown hair. She looked like a Japanese doll, dressed in a dark blue kimono with a light blue haramaki sash. The man was only in a white robe with a white belt around his waist. "…Who are you?" He looked cautiously at the two.

"We're here for the boy you happen to be carrying. You see, he belongs to us. We're his…mother and father. He ran away from home, and we simply gave chase." The red-haired man replied and the girl smiled happily. Vaughn observed them closely, noticing their annoyance and frustration. They must be lyingif they were really his parents,they would look older.They look like they are the same age as him,many two years older.Plus,they wouldn't look so annoyed that someone found their son.

"I don't believe you. You're just a grandma and grandpa who probably starved this kid to death. I wouldn't give him up unless you have records proving both of you are really his parents. Now, if you'll excuse me…" He opened the door and began to walk in with Mark, but his shadow stopped and he couldn't move. "What the…" He looked at the couple, seeing the girl gone and the man with a black gauntlet in his hand. The gauntlet was grabbing at his shadow, pulling it towards them. Vaughn tried to walk forward, but he realized that his feet were being dragged behind him. "What are doing?"

"I'm sorry, but we will take him by force if we have to." The man ran towards Vaughn, his arm outreached towards, but a scythe made his hand immediately back off. Looking up, he saw a blond man in a white suit and white pants land between the two men. His blonde hair swayed with the slight wind impact

"Sorry to spoil the fun, but you're not going to hurt Vaughn. And you're not going to take the boy from him." He grinned, grabbing the scythe and putting it behind him. "Now, Ignis, I don't have a real reason to fight you. If anything, I can disable you. So, rather than killing a simple man, why don't you take a Militia one-on-one? It'll be more fun this way." He took a step closer to Ignis as Ignis took a step back.

"Tsk. Guess we should return. After all, we will see each other again…Militia." The red head walked away, the gauntlet changing back into the woman. They walked away together. Will turned towards Vaughn and sighed.

"God, I hate it when I get all rallied for a fight, but the other side fails to deliver. It's also so disappointing when they're someone of your equal." Will sighed.

"I know what you mean, Will. Sometimes, you just get unlucky." Vaughn and Will both sighed.

"So, who did you find, Vaughn?" Chelsea said, changing from her scythe form into her human form.

"I found this guy…He's in pretty bad shape." He picked up Mark bridal way, and Chelsea froze looking at his face.

"Vaughn…do you know who this is?" Chelsea began to cry uncontrollable, her words coming out shaky.

"Chelsea, what's wrong?" Will tried to wipe away her tears, but they kept coming. She jumped onto Vaughn and held Mark close to her, crying in his chest.

"Mark…this is my brother, Mark…" She hugged him so tightly that death wouldn't make her let go. "Mark…how…how did you find him?"

"I was walking here, and he ran into me. He couldn't get up, and he fainted soon after. He mumbled that he wanted to go here before fainting, so I brought him over. I was being followed by the weird guy, though." Mark's eyes began to open slowly because he heard Chelsea's voice.

"Che…Chelsea?" His green eyes looked at her dazed and she looked right back into them.

"Mark! How are you? I missed you…I missed you so much…" She continued to hold him and his arms slowly wrapped around her.

"I missed you too, Chelsea…I thought you were dead…I'm so glad you're not dead…" The two siblings held each other for a while, until Will walked up to Chelsea with a knowing look.

"Chelsea, if this is your brother Mark, then…you mean…" He looked at the two of them. Vaughn realized what he was saying and went on with the idea. Chelsea had talked about her brother,Mark,a few times. They were together in high school, but shortly after graduation, Mark was shot and kidnapped. He hasn't appeared for three years since then. Chelsea knew he was alive, but she didn't know where she could find him. After his kidnapping, she joined G.R.I.E.F. to have them search for her brother.They had little success, but the organization kept her safe from the exposure the kidnappers,to the extent to spread the rumor of not knowing her location.

"You mean…this guy is the Sword Militia?" Vaughn and Will exchanged looks while the two siblings looked at them.

"Well, yeah…that's me, Mark the Sword. It's a pleasure to meet you two…Who are they?" He looked at Chelsea with a questioned face.

"Oh, I'll introduce you to them. The silver cowboy who saved you is named Vaughn, and the blonde in white is my husband, Will."

"Oh, I see…Wait, WHAT? Since when did my little sister get married?" He immediately glared at Will, who only met his glare back.

"We got married six months ago. We've know each other for four years, Mark." She smiled, slowing her golden band to Mark. "Also, we made a contract, see?" She showed a black diamond ring on her other hand.

"That's good, Chelsea, but I'll have to have a talk with your 'husband' later. Right now…I'm really tired." Her yawned and tried to get up, but his legs collapsed and Vaughn caught him bridal way. "Hey!"

"You're going to collapse again if you try to walk. I'll take you to where you'll be staying, so don't make a fuss, okay?" Mark opened his mouth to protest to Vaughn, but Chelsea shut him up.

"Thanks, Vaughn! My brother's kind of stubborn. Oh, and since you're carrying him, who not have him stay at your quarters? I would let him stay with me and Will, but I think the two would just fight and argue." She smiled.

"Fine, I'll be his watchdog for the week. But if he complains, I'm kicking him out. Got it?" Mark blushed and nodded. "Alright. Then we'll see you guys in the morning."

"Okay, Vaughn. Thanks again!" She ran off with Will, holding Will's hand tightly. Mark watched them go, and then watched Vaughn drop him down near a door. Mark sat and watches Vaughn unlock the door. He then picked up Mark and placed him on the bed. Mark looked around the room, taking in every detail.

The wall was a light grey with a single window, a bed, nightstand, a desk and a refrigerator. There was also a huge closet to the side of the front door. Vaughn locked the door and stepped into the closet.

"So, you're name is Mark?"

"Yes, it is." He nodded. He heard the shuffling of Vaughn's clothes as they hit the floor gently.

"You're a guy, right?" Vaughn threw a shirt, a jean pant and a pair of boxers at Mark, coming out of his closet naked. He took off his hat and put on boxers over his lower region and Mark blushed as he watched him. Mark started getting nervous watching Vaughn. "What are you staring at?"

"Um…can I change in the closet?" Mark said meekly.

"Yeah, go ahead. Just don't jack off in there, got it?"

"O-Okay." Mark took off his shirt, pants and boxers in the closet. He trembled a bit, but put on the new boxers Vaughn gave him. He walked out of the closet, both men now only in their boxers. "Umm…where do I sleep?"

"You and I will sleep in the bed. If any funny business goes on, I will castrate you, got it?"

"Got it, Vaughn." Mark put his hand up as a salute that soldiers normally do.

"Good." Vaughn took a spot to the right of the bed and Mark took the left side, facing away from Vaughn. ChelseaI'm so glad she's not deadbutI've faced some terrible nightmares