Chapter 1
If you clicked this, then thank you for clicking. This story is based off of the "Prisoner/Paper Plane" series. The songs can easily be found on Youtube if you've never heard them. This story, however, will not completely follow the "Prisoner/Paper Plane" storyline. Most of it will be the same, except for some plot changes and additional characters. The story will ALWAYS be Piko's POV unless something important happens that requires a change to another character's POV. So, after the disclaimer, let's finally begin.
Special thanks to Neon for proofreading this chapter.
Disclaimer: I do not own Vocaloid or the "Prisoner/Paper Plane" series.
Piko Point of View
"Keep on fighting men! We aren't going to give up to these Nazi bastards!" I ran around the battlefield and looked for wounded men that had to be taken away from the battle. "We aren't going to lose! Keep on fighting!" The voice of Commander Honne rang across the battlefield, clear and confident. I spotted a soldier trying to crawl away from the fight. I didn't know if he was friend or foe, but I helped him get out of the fray and into the trees. Everyone here was going to die eventually, so why not help a person live a little bit longer?
The man I dragged away coughed and looked up at me. "Thank you fo-" He abruptly stopped talking and stared at me. I stared back at him. He looked like he was around my age. He had black hair and amber eyes, but he was fighting for the Germans. He was probably a Japanese soldier helping the Germans. He tightly clutched his gun; his body was tense and his eyes showed his panic. I wordlessly tossed him my canteen. He slowly let go of his gun and looked at me with a confused expression. "Why did you help me, American?" He spoke English fluently, but I could hear a slight Japanese accent.
I humorlessly laughed and said, "We're all going to die because of this damned war. It doesn't matter what I do." I got up and turned around to go back into the chaos.
"Wait."
I stopped walking, but I didn't turn around. If he was going to shoot then he better do it now.
"What's your name?"
I turned around and was a little confused as I said, "Why does that matter?"
"Just say it."
"It's Piko. Utatane Piko."
"Piko! Piko, where are you?" The voice of Commander Honne came from far away, worry evident in his voice. I noticed that the gunfire had stopped and that it was deathly quiet, except for Commander Honne's voice. The soldiers were probably taking away the dead bodies to bury later, as they did after every fight.
"I'm over here! I'm near the trees." I heard Commander Honne say something as the footsteps of the other soldiers came near me.
I heard the sound of clothes rustling behind me. I turned around and saw the guy trying to run away, but he was trembling too much to run. He hastily tossed me my canteen and anxiously looked around. In a shaky voice, he said, "Thanks for your help, Piko, but I've got to go now. I don't wanna be around when your friends arrive."
I just shrugged and said, "See ya. Try not to die. And they aren't my friends."
Right after I finished speaking, the other soldiers arrived. When they saw me, they looked relived. Their relief quickly turned into hostility as they saw the guy, who only managed to walk a few feet. One of the soldiers, I think his name was Meito, held up his gun and yelled, "Enemy soldier!" The rest of the soldiers moved around me so that they were all protecting me from the guy if he decided to shoot, which I doubt was going to happen.
He dropped his gun and held up his hands. The guy, who I should be calling the boy, since he wasn't much older than me, looked up at me with fear in his eyes.
The soldiers quickly took his weapons and got behind him. Meito solemnly said, "If you try to run, we will not hesitate to shoot you. Now, start walking. We're taking you to our camp as a prisoner."
The silence in the air reminded me of a funeral as we walked back to the camp. Once we arrived, Commander Honne walked up to us with a cold expression and said, "A prisoner. You guys brought back a prisoner. Damnit, you guys know that we can't afford to have a prisoner slowing us down when we're in German territory. Kill him." Commander Honne handed his pistol to Meito without any emotion on his face.
The fear in the boy's eyes was impossible to miss. He closed his eyes and held up his arms over his face as if to protect himself.
When I saw him do that, I felt pity for him. I tried to convince myself that he had to die. He's a prisoner. Prisoners only slow us down. If we slow down, then the Germans will catch up to us. We'll lose the wa- Ah, damn it. I'm probably going to doubt this later.
Meito raised the pistol to the boy's head and was about to pull the trigger. I quickly ran and gripped Meito's wrist, forcing him to point the gun at the sky. I desperately said, "Wait! Don't kill him! He's just a teenager!"
Meito looked at me with an expression of pity and said, "You heard Commander Honne. He's just dead weight, and we can't afford any dead weight right now in the middle of enemy territory."
Commander Honne walked up to us and put his hand on my shoulder. "Piko," he sympathetically said, "he can't do anything for us. We have no use for him, and in war, people have to die. Please don't make this any harder than it has to be."
I tightened my grip on Meito's wrist and glared at Commander Honne. "No. I'm not moving. He may be an enemy and a prisoner, but he's just a teen."
Commander Honne's expression grew stern as he said, "I won't ask you again, Piko. Move."
"Like hell I am."
Commander Honne snatched his pistol from Meito's hand and pointed it at me. He coldly said, "If you don't move, I'm putting a bullet through your head. I don't care if you're only thirteen. Things must be sacrificed in war, people included. I won't hesitate to kill you, and after I kill you, the prisoner will also die."
For a moment, I considered moving away. We were both going to die if I didn't move. Also, I barely knew the boy. He could kill all of us while we were fighting. Or he could run away and tell our location to the Germans. Even as I tried to convince myself, I knew that he couldn't kill us. He didn't have the killer instinct in his eyes that I saw in the other soldiers; besides, he literally couldn't kill us. We'd always be watching him if he was our prisoner.
The atmosphere was tense as the soldiers watched Commander Honne's stern face and my stubborn one. Finally, after a few more seconds, I said, "I'm not moving."
Commander Honne flatly said, "Then die." I closed my eyes as he pulled the trigger. I heard the loud BANG! of the gun, but instead of expecting pain or whiteness or redness or something related to death, I felt nothing. I slowly opened my eyes. Commander Honne did shoot, but the gun was aimed towards the ground.
He tiredly looked at me and sighed. "Damnit, Piko. Why can't you be a normal, good soldier and listen to commands?" He put his pistol away and said to Meito, "Meito, take the boy into the medical tent. Be there as Piko looks over him for wounds."
The soldiers all let out sighs of relief. They slowly dispersed to set up tents and to cook food. Meito motioned for the boy and me to follow him. I started to walk warily to the tent. It was a long today. I realized that the boy wasn't next to me; he was still standing in the same spot, unmoving. I didn't even think that he was breathing. I grabbed his arm and pulled him along with me, not bothering to try to talk to him. He was probably too scared to say anything coherent.
When we reached the tent, I had the boy sit down on a small blanket that was messily laid down on the ground. Hoping that he could still follow directions, I said, "Take off your shirt and roll up your pants. Lie down after you do that."
He wordlessly took off his shirt and rolled up his pants. He slowly lied down, looking around as if an enemy would appear in the tent. I looked over his body for any wounds. As I checked his body, there was silence in the tent. Meito, who was watching us for the whole time, cleared his throat and awkwardly said, "Uh…look, kid. Sorry about…earlier..y'know. Orders from the commander. Gotta follow them. I really had no grudge against you or anything…..I just had to."
I sent him a "shut up or leave" look and went back to looking over the boy. To my surprised, the boy responded. "…It's alright…..Just orders after all."
Meito looked surprised when the boy responded and said, "Thanks…well, I trust you boys. I'll be outside. If you need help, just call." After looking back at us one more time, Meito left the room, boots making a soft sound every time he walked on the dirt.
I continued my examination on the boy as a calming silence came over the tent. The boy suddenly said, "Rei. Kagene Rei."
I looked at him, confused. "Huh?"
"That's my name. Rei Kagene…and thanks for helping me out there. If you didn't…." his voice shakily trailed off as he closed his eyes and shivered a bit.
I nonchalantly said, "Eh. Whatever. I did what I had to. Besides, you don't seem like the type to want war. Oh, and you can get up now. You don't seem to have any major wounds, besides cuts and bruises."
He got up and looked at me gratefully. He put on his shirt and rolled down his pants.
Suddenly, Commander Honne's voice came from outside. "Everyone! Get your weapons ready! There are soldiers coming towards our direction! Pack up your stuff and come on!"
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