We Lived and Died Together Chapter 1: Prologue, a metal gear fanfic

THEREFORE THIS FANFICT EXIST ON THE BASIS OF NON -

PROFIT ENTERTAIN. BOTH THE CHARACTERS THE BOSS (THE JOY)

AND SNAKE (JACK / JOHN) BELONG TO HIDEO KOJIMA AND RIGHTLY SO.

⊗ WARNING : This story may contain suggestive themes and hints.

Prologue

1945

The end of World War II. Korean Peninsula which had been ruled under the Japanese Empire since 1910 is now under the control of the American Administrators. Those administrators have divided the peninsula along the 38th parallel, with the U.S. military forces occupying the Southern half while the Soviet's occupy the Northern portion. This current situation has created a political division of Korea by an agreement of the victorious Allies.

1948

The division deepens between both sides with the failure to hold a free election throughout the Korean Peninsula. The Northern portion establishes a Communist Government, while the South becomes a Capitalist one. The 38th parallel is increasingly becoming a political border between the two Korean states. In a last attempt, reunification negotiations are launched.

1949

The reunification negotiations are failing, cross-border skirmishes and raids have erupted at the 38th Parallel and they persist.

The situation is escalating fast...

14:01,location...

The USA, an Orphanage.

Thick dark clouds had completely covered the vast sky above the building and a low growl in the distance could be heard as lights flickered from beneath the black clouds. A storm was approaching one that made the gray house on the hill, the one nestled within the iron gates appear almost demonic. Was it natural for Orphanages to always give off an impression of imprisonment, discomfort, regret and sorrow? Or perhaps it was just a common misconception? Or evening a warning of things to come. The great second war had finally concluded and yet there was the continual threat of a third outbreak. A chaos trying to be contained within Korea. A looming threat that was only a nudge away from a full scale world. Would this one consume the world? There were already those making a nervous fuss, those who would always claim that this was the apocalypse but maybe all the hype was for nothing. Things could work out, they could clear up just like the conclusion of a storm. The sun could emerge even in the darkest hour and allow the light to flood in.

However, in any case precautions had to be taken in case the oncoming storm did not cease. And one of those precautions was the recruiting of potential soldiers. Thus, this served as an explanation as to why the black vehicle was pulling up to the iron gates. To the driver, the storm was clearly a natural occurrence in every day life. Dressed in a black suit and a black hat with long stringy brown hair and copper eyes, the driver did little to let the storm consume much of his thought. After all through rain or shine he was to drive his clients to their destination. Such was the life of any driver, and today he could do little to complain his patron a woman in her late twenties. If he could estimate she must have been about twenty-sevens years of age and involved with the army. After all she appeared to be dressed in a green full-body suit with a black turtle neck underneath and black boots as well as gloves. Her hair was blonde and although hinting with a brownish undertones appeared lush and healthy despite the conditions he assumed soldiers worked under. Around her forehead appeared to be a black headband and even as he watched the pale skinned woman from the mirror there was something in those eyes that was both gentle and cold. Those bluish gray eyes... The kind of eyes that had seen a lot, many things that any normal individual would wish to have unseen. Secret horrors-ignorance must have been true bliss and the driver could only wonder what kept the woman going. How was there still that hint of gentleness behind the harden eyes? Perhaps it wasn't for him to pry, besides he'd made note of the black belt around her waist with several cases, storing what he could only imagine to be ammunition for the gun resting in it's own case. A gun that made him nervous, he couldn't be certain how unpredictable the woman could be and why she'd requested to come to a location like this.

After all a woman in her late twenties, it was the fertile time right? Couldn't she have her own kids. Why did she need to adopt? Even so, did military folk have time for energetic kids bustling about the house? The driver frowned a bit but remind silent. He was better off not prying into matters that didn't concern him, perhaps she was just looking for someone. The driver in black rolled down his window to greet the gatekeeper and request that the iron gates be opened so he could drive up to the front. The man on the other side seemed more than happy to comply and within moments the brown stringy haired driver was rolling up his window and out stretching the other hand to tilt down the mirror so he could get a better look at the young woman. "We'll be arriving soon," he said quietly almost as if he didn't want to burden her with the news at all.

The blonde's head was now resting against the window with her eyes closed and slowly he noticed her hand twitch. A movement that was followed by those bluish gray eyes fluttering opening. "Wait outside..."

Was that a request? The driver nodded a bit before realizing he should speak up in case she hadn't quite noticed. "Yes Ma'am."

"Keep the car running, I won't be long."

"Of course..." the driver responded pulling up and parking the car.

His hand moved to his own door so he could push it open and head around to help the blonde out but she'd already opened her door and began to approach the gray building. A puzzled expression was plastered across his face even as the front doors to the building slammed closed and he could only mutter about how strange of an individual she was. Nothing like the ladies of the city at all. Ladies who would scoff if the door wasn't opened for them, spoiled women in the drivers opinion. Unnecessary whining that resulted in stress... Just thinking about it made him want a smoke to calm those old nerves. Yes, that sounded nice. The driver's hand slide down into his coat pocket withdrawing the pack and pulling out a cigar before touching it to his lips and lighting it up. No doubt, now was as good as any time for a smoke break while he waited...

The door creaked to a close as the blonde stood tall in the entrance way, her left hand clasping around a small briefcase as a woman in black approached. She appeared to be in her late forties and grey strains were already showing within her black hair. Half of which were definitely the blame of stress, be it from her home life or the children at the orphanage. Nonetheless she appeared friendly and kindly even as she approached and followed by shaking the younger woman's hand. "Thank-you for coming, I must admit... When I heard a soldier was coming I assumed you'd be male," the older woman chuckled.

"I want to discuss the boy," the blonde remarked opening her briefcase and pulling out the files holding them up to the black haired lady, "This is him correct?"

The orphanage runner only frowned a bit as if she was deeply caught off guard to see the boy's information and signature written on the military form. Her hand cruised through her black hair and she could only sigh a bit, almost as if she suspected more gray hairs to come about from the whole affair. The woman in black took several moments to herself before finally answering, "Kids, you let them run off on their own for a day and they pull a stunt like th-" the black haired woman was forcing a laugh now which she cut off as soon as her chocolate eyes met the blonde's.

"Applying to the military and backing out is a serious offense," the black headband soldier responded.

"John's a good boy, I'm sure he meant not-" the orphanage lady tried to persist.

"I want to speak to him."

The black haired woman could only feel trapped, her teeth sunk deep into her lower lip. She was definitely trapped, could she do nothing to protect that foolish boy! Sure he'd be trouble in the past but never to something this extreme. She'd always thought he was just like the other orphans trying to find their way in this world. You saw a lot of kids like that from time to time, their parents who had died in the war or from sickness, or even car crashes coming here to this orphanage and having a hard time fitting in. It was natural for there to be Tomfoolery amongst some of those children, but it was always small things. Small things the woman in black could protect them from. Yet, something so serious... Could she really do nothing? That boy! After everything the orphanage had given him... He just had to be the one! The one to get up and pull something like this... Something so foolish... Something that would take him away from the safety of this place. He was only fourteen years of age, the military couldn't possibly take that boy away could they?

Struggling, the woman tucked a strain of her black hair behind her ear and led the soldier through the silent house. A flash of light lit up the nearby windows followed by a loud bellowing bang. Yes, the loud storm's sounds mimicked those of the battlefield. The flash of light from a hand grenade or bomb before the loud explosive sound followed. A sound that shook not only the ground but your body to the very core. Was this going to be the life that John would face for pulling a stunt like this? Freezing in front of a wooden door at the end of the hall the orphanage lady knocked roughly on the door, "John...It's Mattie, please open the door."

The blonde was now watching the black haired lady shiver and shake. She almost seemed desperate for the door to remain closed but either way the door would be opened. Was she crying at this point, almost as if this stranger was taking away the orphanage lady's own child... The soldier could only shake her head pushing past both the thoughts and the woman in black before reaching out her pale gloved hand just as the door handle turned on it's own and a crack appeared as the door opened. The brief moment of darkness was met by the light of the room and then the silhouette of the a boy appeared. No older then exactly what the files had said... Fourteen, with loose brown hair that fell to the base of his neck. That was basic and straight forward as well as the basic scraps the orphanage provided for clothes. Yet, that wasn't what caught the soldier off guard it was those blue eyes. They stared back at the blonde almost as if they pierced right through her.

There'd been such an air of seriousness before this spilt moment but now there was only silence. The two's eyes remained locked during those moments and the soldier could only question why she held such silence. She'd read the files she'd known how old the applicant had been, in a sense she'd been prepared for their meeting face to face. Why then? No she knew why, subconsciously her hand was already touching the centre of her chest, beneath the layers was that scar. The nightmare and her fatal mistake. She'd lost a boy before and now here was another... So young and foolish but determined. There was a drive behind those eyes a fire burning and although to the untrained eye those eyes appeared dull and lost, to this soldier-to this war hero she could see his potential. He would go far, he was strong there was hope behind those eyes. A hope of escaping this place. So...how far could this kid go? Farther then her?... It was him wasn't it? She'd found him at last...

"John, this is the soldier-" the woman in black began.

"Thanks, Mattie... I'll handle the rest," the brown haired boy remarked.

Nervously the woman in black nodded, "I'll wait downstairs..." she said slowly before heading off.

"I'm The Boss," the blonde remarked holding out her hand, "And your J-"

"Jack," the brown haired boy corrected, jumping in and shaking her hand.

The blonde smiled a bit parting her lips, only to freeze. Was that the boy's few belongings piled by the door? He defiantly had determination. It was quite shocking and although it somewhat impressed the soldier it also made her wonder how careless he was stressing to make sure everything was in order so he could rush after her blindly. The Boss shook her head and slowly held up the documents. "I trust you remember these?" the blonde remarked partially waving them in front of the boy.

"This means I'm a soldier right?"

Was that eagerness? The soldier couldn't help but crack a bit of a smile, he was definitely different from the other kids. On prior occasions the boys had cried and proclaimed that the signing and application was only a joke to get attention. They'd had no idea how serious of an offense their actions could turn into. It had been all Tomfoolery, yet here was Jack the complete opposite. There was excitement and determination behind those eyes as she'd already predetermined. Something hidden and ready to strike fangs first like a snake of sorts. The drive that would bring this boy to the top or bring him tumbling down to his own demise. In the end the choice was his...

"Yes, I suppose it does," The Boss remarked turning and walking towards the stairs.

"Wa-Wait!"

That was desperation. The blonde soldier halted and glanced over her soldier at the boy meeting his blue eyes. "Are you having second thoughts?" The Boss questioned, "You shouldn't leave yourself so open Jack..."

Slowly she turned her head making sure to catch the last glimpse of those eyes as she walked down the stairs... This time-if there had been any doubt it was now erased by a burning fire. A fire that burned so brightly, the brown haired boy seemed to be beaming with determination and drive as he swung his coat on and rapidly buttoned it up before pulling the few belongings he had along as he ran after The Boss...

Forever leaving this portion of his life behind...