NOTE: THE ACTUAL HISTORY IN THIS CHAPTER NEVER HAPPENED THIS WAY, THIS IS COMPLETELY MADE UP.
I APOLOGIZE FOR THIS LONG AUTHOR'S NOTE!
BY THE WAY, IT'S HARD TO INSERT SERIES OF BATTLES DURING THE DEVELOPMENT OF THIS SO-CALLED "LOVE STORY" SO I WILL TRY TO MAKE IT AS ACCURATE AS POSSIBLE. IF YOU WANT A MORE ACCURATE STORY ON AN AMERICAN POINT OF VIEW AND NOT THE JAPANESE (TO WHICH I DON'T EVEN HAVE A DAMN ACCURACY ON...)CHECK OUT MY NEW FANFIC CALLED "WE WILL MEET AGAIN SOLDIER" AND IT WILL FOCUS MORE ON THE BATTLES/HISTORY AND OF COURSE, ICHIRUKI LOVING WITHOUT DISRUPTING ANYTHING. BY THE WAY, THE STORY WILL BE UPLOADED SOON!
Updated A/N x2:
I'm re-editing the story, changing it from first person to the third person. Sorry if you read midway and all of a sudden it randomly changes to POV. I apologize for that.
I will also apologize for the immaturity in my writing after reading a couple of chapters from here and then on.
And for those "people" who did not read this authors note and tells me "I need a history lesson."
Let me tell you that you're an idiot for not reading the second line on the top. ESPECIALLY WHEN IT'S CAPITALIZED, BOLDED AND UNDERLINED. -.-
Updated A/N X3:
Okay, well, the date is March 13, 2012. I want to tell you readers that I am so sorry for not updating for I don't know... a year? SORRYSORRYSORRYSORRY! As you can see, being a grade eleven is a challange, especially taking five out of eight university level courses that require completed homework basically everyday and it's stressful. BUT there's more!
On my next upcoming chapter- Number twelve, it is VERY long. I've been writing over the summer last year to current as well as editing other chapters I had uploaded so far, so that is why I'm taking very long to update new chapters. Too bad I didn't keep my promise on updating the story every three days. Although, I wish I had more time like last year where you don't have to worry about any homework at all. (Sigh)
Continuing on... apparently my story is in the list on the community page. As in... a good fanfic to read? Can you believe that? In my opinion, I don't think it's that great (Like most authors say about their story anyway) but maybe to you, it is. You probably will like it. :L
(I'm not assuming that you will like it because everyone's different, I'm saying you MIGHT like it. As in a possibility of liking it.)
That's my opinion so... to the story?
"They ran over there men! Hurry up! Stop standing there and kill all of them!"
"YES SIR"
"Don't let them run away! Once you see one, shoot!"
"YES SIR!"
...
Running.
Tired.
Pain.
What am I doing?
That... I don't know.
First moment... calm, relaxing, smiling, happiness.
The next moment... screaming, fires, agony, horror.
I was only twelve years old at the time,
I didn't understand anything that was happening.
I wish I could go back and start over.
But now... it's too late.
...
12:38 a.m
"Wait! Mom! Wh-what are we doing?" Rukia asked as her mother ran to the closet, quickly grabbing a scarf and coat.
"We're leaving Rukia, I have no time to explain. Keep calm and don't make a sound, it's dangerous and we might get shot. Do you understand me?"
"I-"
"DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"
Rukia nodded weakly as her mother put on their purple coats.
Rukia's mother held her daughter's hand as she squeeze it tightly, putting her hopes on surviving through this terrible night. She was about to head outside when Rukia stopped her from leaving, tugging her hand hard.
"Mom wait, what about dad?"
"Tell him to come right now! He's in the living room." She demanded.
Rukia nodded in response as she ran out of the kitchen, she entered into a small dark narrow hallway and stopped at the door frame of the living room.
"Dad! Let's go! We have to leave before they come in!"
Rukia stood for a moment and looked at her father in confusion, he stood in front of the wooden door, wearing his black flowered patterned kimono. His back was turned on her and a katana was in his hand that used to be on the stone lit fireplace for display. He was nervous, afraid, but he knows he wasn't standing alone in the room.
"D-dad... wha-"
Her father silenced her, speaking in a low tone. He knew the Americans were coming and feared of losing his only daughter to the enemy. He decided that protecting his wife and daughter was the right thing to do. He needed to save them, for the sake of his pride.
"I'm sorry honey... Please, run. I'll... I'll catch up to you when I kill them."
"No! What are you talking about! Are you crazy? You can't win dad! There's thousands of them!They're going to kill you instead-"
"Rukia." He paused. "Please. Go... Just don't look back."
Rukia eyes widened as she looked down onto the floor and nodded in sadness. She knew if her dad had something set in his mind, there was no going back. Her mother quickly came to the hallway and grabbed her daughter's wrist once more. She looked at her husband as he turned his head to look back at his wife. He smiled sadly and nodded her to take Rukia away. His wife nodded weakly as she gently caressed Rukia's small head. She knew he wasn't going to make it, she knew he wanted to protect his family. She respected his decision and looked at her husband one last time before departing home.
"Goodbye..." She whispered.
Rukia's mother dragged her daughter into the kitchen and out the back door, leaving her husband behind.
Tears began to form in Rukia's eyes. She couldn't take it. She thought about her father and his selfless actions. The way he talked to her, the way he didn't look at her. It hurt her.
"Rukia, I know you're upset." Her mother said with teary eyes. "He's trying to protect us, please have hope in him. He will come back for us."
Rukia didn't respond to her mother. She was in her dark world. She was crying. She was in despair. Agonised. Lonely... with no one to protect her.
At the top of the hill, she looked back at the village, seeing colours of red and orange that lit up the darkness of the night. Thick black smoke rising from it's burning victums began to cover the once beautiful, starry night sky. Women screaming, children kidnapped and thrown into the back of trucks while men were shot and killed. The horror of the scene. The horror of it all.
Rukia closed her eyes once more and prayed for her father to come back safely.
"Hey, are you sure that this is Tokyo?"
"I'm positive! Trust the map master!"
"Uh... doesn't Tokyo look more like... a city?"
"Hmm... I don't know. Maybe?"
"What do you mean Maybe? So are you telling me soldier, that this is not Tokyo?"
"Uh... Yes?" He shrugged nervously.
"Get out."
The maroon headed soldier sighed in frustration, leaning back onto the leather seat, taking another shot of vodka and tossed the small glass out the window.
"So captain, any idea of where Tokyo is?"
"Nope" The maroon head shrugged, "Why else did I hire you guys to guide us there?"
"I just thought you might know how to get there."
"Maybe if you read the map properly, you would've got us there already you idiot."
"S-sorry captain."
"You better be." He glared.
The truck moved away from the flaming city, continuing to it's destination.
Rukia and her mother ran through the dark forest for hours. The large full moonlight that shone brightly made paths easier to see. The time was 3:16 am, yet they could hear continuous gun fires from the Marines. They had been tripping and falling, bruising their knees and ankles. They had dirt on their faces and small cuts on their hands. Others villagers who were running with them were shot and killed. Rukia shook her head in disgust. She refused to think about it, the upmost importance to think about is to run or die.
Although the Japanese government had given everyone in the village a grenade, Rukia knew that pulling the clip would detonate the grenade. They have said to use that grenade for themselves to serve the country with sacrifice. Rukia thought it was absurd to use such a thing for that reason and decided to leave it in the house, keeping it in her treasure box. At that time, it lingers in her mind that she could've gave it to another neighbour. She could speak, read and write English fluently. At that advantage, she could understand the American soldiers and talk to them if she ever got caught with her mum.
Thinking about the village, she realized the village was clueless to why the Americans decided to invade and attack them. Rukia thought it had something to do with the Kamikaze attack on the harbour the other week. The war had interested her very much. It bothered her that the government hadn't given the village a warning and kept it a secret to themselves.
Rukia glanced at her exhausted mother, she was very worried about her father. He hadn't caught up with them and it had been hours since they've ran from the house.
Her vision was once again blurred with unshed tears from pain. She couldn't help to think about her father. The one person who is the most important to her as much as her mother.
"Why hasn't dad caught up with us yet?" Rukia asked.
Her mother looked onto the ground with a sadden look. She didn't want to tell Rukia that her father had died shot in the chest after leaving the house. What was the point of keeping it a secret when Rukia was going to find out later? Her mother didn't want to upset Rukia and refrained herself from telling the truth.
"He's... staying behind- protecting us." She lied, struggling through her breath.
Rukia closed her eyes tightly, letting a tear fall onto her cheek. She thought of many things that the Americans could've done to him. She imagined her father's body in flames, running and screaming in pain. The thick, black smoke rising from his burnt skin; his flesh burning and sizzling from the harsh heat, blood splattering on the hard, cold ground. The burning inferno emitting from his skin that tainted the sky with ashes. She couldn't bear that image, the silencing cry of pain that screeches her ears.
"But..."
"Sweetie... he's doing what he had to do-"
"NO! HE'S GOING TO BE KILLED! DAD!"
Rukia jerked her arm off her mother's shoulder. Her mind went blank, she couldn't think. She endlessly ran and ran, running deeper into the forest.
"RUKIA!"
Her mother began to chase her daughter as Rukia ran faster and faster, determined to save her father. She didn't realize she had left a big distance between her and her mother.
A loud gunshot fired from behind. Rukia stopped running as her eyes widen with horror. She turned her head slowly to look behind her. She saw her mum behind her a moment ago and now... she's gone.
Rukia panicked, she was all alone in the dark forest. A lump caught her throat as tears wound up in her eyes. Her heart dropped to the pit of her stomach, speechless and guilty.
"M-mom..." Rukia called quietly.
Rukia quickly ran back to the place she had last left her mother. She needed her mother to be there for her, she needed her to help her survive!
Rukia hid behind a tall, narrow tree; leaning over to the side. She saw the legs of the victim, she couldn't tell who it was. Rukia leaned more onto her side and saw a glimpse of a familiar purple coat. Her eyes widened in horror as she stepped away from the tree. It was her mother who laid on her stomach, with a large gaping hole on her back. There was blood seeping out of her wound, staining the grey path.
Rukia silently gasped. Her hands instinctively covered her mouth as uncontrollable tears ran down her face. She stumbled backwards and fell onto her bottom, feeling as though she was stabbed in the heart a million times.
'I don't understand... why would they do such a thing? killing innocent people.' she thought. 'What did we ever do to deserve this?'
Rukia jerked her head back, hearing someone talking in a short distance. She looked around herself for a place to hide.
She spotted a bush behind the tree and quickly jumped in it. She pushed the leaves away and made a slight opening so she could see who's she's dealing with. She saw one of the American soldiers dragging her mother's body and throwing it in the back of the truck, leaving a trail of blood stained on the pathway. Rukia shut her eyes tightly and silently cried, what did she ever do to deserve this? Her mother died, her father is nowhere to be seen and there is no one left but her.
'It's all my fault!' She thought. 'I shouldn't have run away... I should've been there to protect mom but NO. I had to run.'
"Hey! Where's that girl that was running with this woman?" One of the soldiers pointed at the lifeless body.
Rukia's eyes shot wide open and knew they were talking about her.
"I don't know, you tell me! Find her!" Another soldier said.
Rukia panicked, the six soldiers scattered around the premises as she looked around, not knowing what to do. If she stood up, she'll be caught. If she crawled somewhere else, she will also be caught. The only logical choice was to curl herself into a ball and have her knees to her chest. She did her best to keep silent while they were searching for her. Rukia tried hard not to cry, sniffle or whimper from pain, even if her body urges her to, she can't. She must not get caught.
She heard heavy footsteps coming towards the bush she was hiding in. Her body shook in fear, she's was scared. What can a twelve year old have a chance of getting away from six, eighteen to twenty year old men?
'What am I going to do?' She thought hopelessly.
She scoot back deeper into the dark shadow casted from the bush. She had her knees back to her chest again. She knew if the moonlight casted on her, they would find her almost immediately because of her silky black hair. She shut her eyes tightly once more, praying to god no one would find her.
Rukia sucked in a quick breath as the bush began moving and scraping her coat. She almost squealed when the soldier glanced at the bush.
'Oh no! I'm caught!'
The soldier looked forward towards the tree in front of him as though he hadn't seen her. Rukia stared at the soldier in confusion. 'Did he see me?'
Rukia couldn't tell if the soldier had seen her, his eyes were covered from his long bangs as his helmet casted a shadow on his eyes as well.
"She's not anywhere!" The man in front of her yelled, walking away from the bush as he looked behind the tree a few feet in front of her.
"Keep looking you fool!" Another yelled from behind.
Please! please don't find me! PLEASE! Help me!
Oh god, just please!
"She's not here," The man turned around, showing his scowling face. He stared at the bush as Rukia tried her hardest to keep still. "She can't go far."
She stared back at him, knowing that she was found this time for sure. The thing that bothers her is why is the soldier sparing her life? Her life was worthless. She thought for a moment. Maybe he didn't see her, it could be a possibility that the man was just looking intently at the bush.
"Alright boys, find the girl with black short hair wearing a dark purple coat with white flower imprints underneath. Once you find her; do not hesitate to shoot. Do I make myself clear?"
"YES SIR!" The soldiers yelled in unison.
The man walked past the bush once again, heading back to the vehicle as Rukia let out a silent sigh of relief.
She listened closely to the military truck. It started it's engine while the car doors opened and closed. Some of the men jumped onto the back of the truck and cued it to leave. Rukia peeked over the bush, seeing the vehicle leave with twelve men heading the path towards Tokyo.
'I hope everyone's going to be fine in that town...' She thought with concern.
He sat in the back seat of the truck with three other soldiers who were laughing and talking about the girls back home. Maybe meeting more of them in Melbourne Australia. He crossed his arms, thinking hard about the search; the girl whom he had found today.
Back there, when he saw the girl sitting on the ground terrified, staring back at him. He felt she was familiar to him.
'What was she doing there? She could've been killed.' He thought. 'If it wasn't me looking for her, she would have been shot. I couldn't bring myself to kill her... I knew her!'
"Hey," The dark skinned soldier called, nudging his comrade in the shoulder. "You okay there buddy? You looked troubled."
He stared back at his comrade, trying his best to seem fine.
" Y-yeah," He replied, looking back at his lap. "I'm fine."
"C'mon buddy cheer up."
"Yeah, I'll try." He replied dully.
The truck headed down the path to Tokyo; this is where the battle begins.
Half an hour had passed since the soldiers had left. Throughout time, Rukia sat in the cold, shivering and listened carefully to her surroundings. The dead silence of the night filled the air, she knew the coast was clear.
She stood up slowly and looked around to see if any soldiers had stayed behind to find her and the others. She fixed her messy bang that hung between her eyes and smoothed out her black short hair. She ran quietly in the opposite direction of where the soldiers headed.
'This war is never going to end!' She thought as she started to run faster and faster.
'Maybe I should just give up myself to them... No Rukia, don't say that.' She thought, shaking her head. 'Byakuya is waiting for you and you can't let him down.'
Rukia stopped running and leaned on a tree, resting her feet for a minute so the pain would subside a little longer. She continued running for another ten minutes, through the unknown dark forest.
She appeared out of the end of the forest, on a hill, looking down at a bright peaceful town. She knew immediately that this is where her brother held an army training camp. She quickly ran towards the glowing city, knowing it's only a few hundred meters away.
She ran down the dirt path towards the bright lighting town, filled with colours of yellow and red. But all of the sudden someone grabbed her from behind, securing her arms to her hips and holding a cloth on her nose and mouth. She started to scream but her vision started to black out, her head feeling dizzy. She was struggling and desperately trying to rip the cloth off her mouth. She made the mistake of taking a deep breath of the cloth and suddenly fell unconscious.
A/N: Was that okay? Yes, no? This is my first time writing this story here so feel free to criticize if I have any grammatical/how boring the way I worded it issues (which I obviously do and you know it...), OOC, anything that bothers you or something that makes you not want to read this. (Which most don't even read anyway... so..)
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