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This is just something I felt like writing. This IS a mimato, but it's more a drama than romance. This is just the prologue so far. This story is for mi-chan :)
Background on this story. This starts in the beginning of the Sino-Japan War, the pre-happenings of WWII, I believe. Matt's 19, and has just enlisted in the Japanese Army, in the fight against China for posession of Korea and Japan. These are LETTERS, not emails or anything, hehe.
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The song of this fic is "Three Small Words" by Josie and the Pussycats. "Rockin'!" (god, I'm such a dork ^^;)
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THE BIGGEST ONE THERE IS! (thanks ashley..hehe...)
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9/30/37
Mimi-chan:
I can't believe it's been 3 weeks since I was in Odaiba. I miss the cherry blossoms in the park, I miss the ponds, I miss TK, Tai, everybody! And of course, I miss you. I miss your hair, I miss your voice, I miss your eyes, I miss your hands, but especially I miss your smile, the one that would always make me grin, even if I didn't want to. I would do anything to get back to you, but I suppose getting shot by deserting isn't going to help, is it? Just remember I'm thinking about you every moment of every hour of every day.
Everything that happened after the train pulled out of Odaiba station happened in a blur. One second, I was waving out the window to all of you, and the next, the train was screeching into a halt in Tokyo. A river of human bodies, all seeming to know exactly where they were going, pushed me out of the train. I was like one of those leaves that falls onto a stream, being carried on. I was checked for disease, how well I could shoot, how well I could understand pressure, and a lot of other things I don't remember. It wasn't until night, where I was crammed into a bunk bed when I noticed how alone I really was.
It turns out that the authorities decided I would be a good general. General Yamato Ishida, how does that sound? Personally, I prefer just "Yamato Ishida". I don't have a good feeling about this war. Hell, I don't even know what we're fighting for. China will always be China, Korea will always be Korea, and Taiwan will always be Taiwan. They all take care of themselves, so does it really matter?
Love, Yamato Ishida
10/15/37
Dear Mimi,
I'm sure the sky will always be blue, even if I'm not there with you. Actually, it might not! I'm just kidding, Mimi-chan. Or am I? It's hard to write down what I'm thinking, my head is moving faster than my thoughts! I'm glad TK, Kari, and Sora are stopping by to visit you, because I can't. Tell them all I said hi, and tell TK if he doesn't do "it" soon, I'll tell! Don't worry about what it means, just tell him that, he'll get it J
I finally met some other guys here. There's this one guy, especially, his name is Ryan. He came from Kyoto. He has a girlfriend back home, and he writes her letters a lot, also. I showed him a picture of you, and he said you were cute. He's a pretty cool guy, except for the fact that he turns a lot in his sleep. He has the bunk underneath me, so I can feel the frame of the bed shaking at night! I like having the top bunk though, because I can look out the little window. It's hard to believe, that the same moon over this cold, white, plastic city, is the same hovering over Odaiba. That the murky blue sky here is the same that hovers over you.
This will be the last letter you'll get for about 2 months, because we will be constantly moving, and I can't send anything because it may reveal our whereabouts. I can't believe the war is really going to happen. It's like something out of a history book, only today.
Love, Matt
12/17/37
Ashiteru Mimi,
I can't believe it's been two months. It's felt like two years. Where I am now is not the world we lived in. It's not the same world where we fed ducks, where we caught falling raindrops in our mouths, where we flew kites. This is a world full of hate and anger.
We were fighting the resisting Koreans, and it hadn't stuck me that war isn't a game. It's killing another, real, living person. Every time I load a bullet, yell a command, I'm condemning men to die. Men who were husbands, lovers, sons, brothers. People just like me and you, Mimi. I'm killing TK's, Tai's, Joe's, and their families and friends are mourning.
I think it would be easier if I knew what this was all about. I there anything that oculd justify the killing of another human being? Is there any reason that could possibly be enough to end somebody else's life?
I'm only 19, but I feel 60. I've seen a Japanese soldier shoot a Taiwanese woman, I've seen Chinese wound a Korean medic. Who asked for the war? The people who get shoved around from China's possession to Japan's? Us, the citizens? No, fat officials, sitting in the laps of luxury in the palaces of Tokyo and Beijing, that's who, while the foundation of our country is lying in the trenches, full of deceit, the white snow stained with blood.
Yesterday, one of my privates was killed. A shell exploded near us, and I was knocked out. When I came to, I saw the boy just lying there. He wasn't messy or anything, he just looked a little shocked. He couldn't have been more than 15. Who knows what he might have been? A writer, a lawyer, a businessman? We'll never know. He lies in the battlefield without mark or grave to his name. Will anybody remember him?
Sometimes I don't know why we bother. It's like all the good in the world has decided to leave this place. Or maybe this is the world, and we've just been living in Utopia, not conscious of what was going on around us?
I don't know, Mimi-chan. All I want right now is to return home, back to you, back to Odaiba. Back to smiles, camping, even college. Out of this place.
Love, Matt
1/4/38
Dear Mimi,
Whatever you do, please, please, don't let TK enlist. He's only 16! I know that he will, because that's the kind of person he is. I'm proud of him, but I don't want him here. I don't want him to grow up before he has to. I'm sure when you tell him this, he'll staunchly reply "I AM grown up, Matt!" But he's not.
Right now, it's late at night, and its quiet in camp. Stillness is almost as bad as the noise, because the silence is the same language the dead speak. At least with noise, you know people are there, alive, even if they're trying to kill you and vice-versa.
I haven't written for so long, because we're finally back in Japan. We were traveling through a mountain pass, when we saw smoke rising in the distance. Worried that somebody, we quickened our pace. But we were too late. By the time we arrived, all there was to see was the burned remains of a village, and a Chinese flag planted in the remnants of the town square. They didn't take any prisoners. What kind of people would just kill a whole village, women and children included? Now I understand the war. This is what evil truly looks like. And we're going to destroy it.
Love, Matt
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Back in Japan, Mimi slowly folded the letter. It was already March, although Matt's letter had dated from January. She slowly walked toward the window of her apartment, letting the light frame her while she looked at the cherry blossoms outside. She leaned her forehead against the cool glass. TK had left a month ago, and nobody, not even Kari had heard from him since. But a letter or a telegram, of death or capture also hadn't been received, so Kari waited everyday for the postman to come by, slumping a little each time the postman left her with empty hands.
"I'm not going to tell Matt." Mimi thought. "He has enough trouble as is."
Looking back at the flawless sky, she sighed. Thinking about all the children that had died in that village made her feel unworthy of even living. They were so innocent, so pure, and they died so soon.
Suddenly, a military jet sped overhead, slashing the sky with a line of discoloration.
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Hehe..so it wasn't the best...but, it's a prologue. And I'm having fun writing it! Please
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