warning! most of this stuff is probably historically incorrect, as in dates and how things occured. i put the charas in myself to fit the story, duh! (i put a lot of hard work into getting things as correctly as possible) there may be some swearing for all i know and death is mingled in somewhere.
disclaimer! standard disclaimer.
A War for Everyone
1935
"Aren't you excited? Going to the army! I wonder if the training is gonna be hard."
"Man! I think this is so stupid! If they want to start a war just to gain something for themselves, make them do the dirty work."
"But we're gonna get something out of it. We have to. Besides, this isn't voluntary."
"I hear we have something called 'kamikaze' missions. You know what that is? …What about you, Heero?"
"Suicide missions."
"Heero, this isn't the time to be sarcastic."
"You moron! He's
not being sarcastic! I told you this was all crazy."
1937
"This is the Japanese army! If you want to live, don't resist and do as we say!"
"What the hell?" Wufei looked out the door of his house. Someone came running towards him. It was his neighbor, Ching. "Hmph, Wang Lung probably ran away to the south." He mumbled.
"Wufei! It's the Japanese. They came in and took over, started by the market place and they're advancing right through the city!"
"The market place? Meiran is there!" 'And knowing her, she'll probably try to defend herself and resist them.' He ran towards the market place with Ching yelling after him not to go.
"Meiran!" When he arrived to the scene, she was fighting off two Japanese soldiers who put down their guns for a 'fair' fight. "Meiran! Stop!" She glanced to the side and saw him.
"Wufei, stay outta this." She took a cruel punch in the jaw that made her spit some blood out. "I'll prove it to you." Wufei saw the Japanese behind her pull out a dagger.
"Meiran, watch out!" He tried to run towards her, but the crowd of soldiers encircled him to prevent him from doing so and also blocking his view. "Get the hell outta my way!" He dropped to the ground and tripped most of them by swinging his leg across the floor. He elbowed one the nose and kicked two in the head. When he looked at where Meiran was, she was laying on the floor bleeding after being stabbed numerous times.
"That bitch needs to learn, the woman's place is in the kitchen.." Wufei blocked out the rest of what the soldier was saying. They were cruel enough to leave her alive after stabbing her. The crowd subsided and Wufei ran to her side.
"What did I tell you?! That soldier was right about where a woman should be, at least the part about the kitchen." He reddened at what he thought the soldier said after it.
"I proved it to you, didn't I?" Meiran coughed up a LOT of blood and was turning pale while her lips where already blue.
"Yeah, okay. But they're still gonna go off and take over." Wufei picked her up by the head. He knew her consequence but that seemed like the right thing to do.
She seemed to keep
falling asleep and waking up again. "I slowed them down though." She was
smiling now. A moment later, she sagged and Wufei knew what had happened.
1938
"This is crazy! You guys can't just eliminate a whole entire race!"
"I know, but its what he wants. Nobody has the guts to oppose him. Don't say that with his dogs running around near you or else it's the end of your country."
"Why don't you just resign then, if you oppose this also? You could join the French or the Brits or maybe go off to America even!"
"Resign? Really, Milliardo! You think I won't be able to pull my ass outta this? I'll either get killed by the enemy or my own allies and getting killed by my allies are less likely. You remember Miss Une, don't you?" Milliardo nodded. "Yes, well you know she is quite fond of me and I of her."
"Trieze! Don't speak like that." Milliardo exclaimed in horror.
"I won't say it to her. If I do, it'll be in a vague metaphoric sense. Well because of this, she supports me in everything I do. She'll do anything to support me."
"What are you trying to say?"
"She has a ..very different personality now. I believe she has a double personality."
"Double personality? She doesn't switch randomly, does she?"
"No, I haven't seen it myself. I've only heard from the maids and servants."
"Well, I suggest
you try to keep your distance from her. I must be departing now, Trieze.
Take care."
1938
"Colonel, your daughter is here to see you."
"Which one?"
"The oldest, sir."
"Well send her in, private! What is your brain made of?! Rice?! If it was, it would be gone by now and sent straight to our men out there fighting."
"Yes sir." The private saluted but the colonel took no notice. In moments there was another knock on the door.
"Father?" A girl's voice came from the door. The colonel muttered something along the lines of 'come in.'
"Sorry for the inconvenience, these newbies have nothing but a warm bed and their mother's cooking in their brains. They don't seem to know you yet either." He didn't even glance at her.
"It's odd to have a woman commander." She unconsciously touched the marks on her collar that marked her rank. Her father mumbled something incomprehensible. "Father, I was wondering if I would be needed in this. I mean, if I'm not, I can go home and take care of the family."
"Nonsense! You'll be here leading troops like the rest of us. You know Jiang Jieshi and Mao Zedong are on a temporary truce? I found out this morning." He was drawing lines on a map laid out in front of him. "Either way, we have to support Jiang Jieshi." There was a knock on the door before the same incompetent private walked in.
"Colonel--" the private started but was cut off.
"Haven't you any respect, boy? Don't come barging in here like its your house and even your mother would scold at you! I don't care if it was the emperor himself walking in here, even he would have the decency to wait until someone told him to come in!" The colonel was ready to send the lanky solider back to his mother.
"I'm very sorry, Colonel Po, but we have urgent news from the troops." His head was lowered so he wouldn't have to make eye contact with any of his commanding officers.
"Yes, very well. Commander," Colonel Po looked at her, "you will be taking charge of this lummox."
"Yes sir." She saluted and stayed in the rigid position until the door closed.
"So, Commander Po." The private said it almost mockingly. "Now that that's over with, how about you stop playing and just--"
"I have a job for you, private." The glare she gave him could have shattered rocks.
"Y-yes?" He was shaking slightly now.
"I want you to get out of my sight by the count of one or else you'll be limping out of here." Her gaze seemed to harden, if that was possible. "One." By the time she finished saying the word, the door slammed shut. "Hmph! Men."
She started to tie
up her hair even though her hair was quite short already. "Ah, Fa-Mulan,
how you gave people like me hope."
1939
"What a moron, that Reza Pahlavi Whatever! Killing his opponents and supporting that crazy German guy. I'm surprised we even have anything left over from all the taxes they're giving oil companies. You think we should go off to America, Boss?"
"No, we'll stay here and survive for as long as we can. My father built this company from nothing and I'm not about to hand it over to some crazed buffoon so soon."
"He might come after you, Quatre. Your life may be at stake."
"I'll regret the
decision when I'm dead."
1940
"Milliardo! I thought we were on good terms with that horrid country and its retarded Führer!" Someone's whinny sister exclaimed.
"We are." He replied placidly.
"Then why is half our country gone? And I won't even start with the people!" Relena sat down opposite to Milliardo.
"Please do be quiet." Milliardo got up. "I told you, I'm part of their army now." He left the room without another glance.
"Where do you think
you're going?!" She yelled at him but he had closed the door. "I'll be
damned if I don't help those people hiding. Maybe we can get them going
towards Sweden by tonight."
1940
"You can't join. You're a woman."
"Why should that matter? I'm fighting for my country, aren't I? I may not like this Hitler fellow, but I'll support Mussolini's decisions."
"If your father were to see you fighting out there, he would--"
"He would tell me to join him! I'm just as strong as my brothers, I don't see your point. Now either help me pack or get out!"
"Lucrezia! How dare you talk back to me!"
"Please, mother.
I'm not a little girl anymore!" She zipped up her duffel bag and barged
out of the room. "I'll see to it that we all get home, but I'm not making
promises."
1941
"You, get into the back!" A German soldier hit the skinny boy in the back with the butt of his rifle. When he did, the doors closed. It would be a long ride to where ever they were going.
"Why are they taking us? We're not Jewish!"
"They're taking everyone practically. Everyone who isn't German or Italian almost."
"Where are we going?"
"I heard we're going to a concentration camp like the Jews." The boy heard the ongoing conversation. He knew they were taken because they had nothing in them that was part of this 'perfect race' or the 'Aryan race.' He, for one, knew he didn't have anything they would ever like. Homosexuality wasn't accepted and that was that.
The boy looked out the small window. There was probably no hope for him. There was no hope for him.
After long hours and probably a few days for all he knew, they had traveled quite a distance. The boy still looked out the windows, but they stopped at the final destination. "Trowa, what's out there?"
"The concentration camp." The boy, named Trowa, replied.
When they had all stepped out, they were being separated. One group to die, and one group to live, it was the Selection. Men and women separated to be examined.
"You, to the left." A soldier ordered the man standing next to Trowa. Trowa's heart was pounding. He thought it would loud enough to be heard.
"What's your name?" Someone asked him.
"Trowa Barton." He wanted to throw up all over. The smell from the crematories were overwhelming. He was looked at briefly by the soldiers and some doctor.
"He's skinny, can't last too long, that's for sure." One soldier commented.
"You're not Jewish?" One questioned.
"No."
"Stand there." A soldier pointed to one group. There was no objection. He stood waiting with the rest. No one told him what group he was in, but he had a feeling he wasn't in the one he wanted to be in. After the Selection was finished, about three soldiers came.
"All of you, line up and face your backs towards us! Now!" Someone next to Trowa was saying a prayer. Trowa could only stare ahead, heart ready to jump out of his chest and die.
"Ready?" It was the
last thing Trowa heard.
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well? how was it?
i broke it into 2 parts, btw. i'll post the other one later. questions?
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