Disclaimer. I don't own Sekaiichi Hatsukoi.
Dedicated to those who have served, those who are serving, and those who have passed serving. Thank you for your courage.
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"We're back," he whispered softly once he and Takano-san had stepped off the plane and into the airport.
There was still baggage, heavy weight, from the war resting against the shoulders of the troops who had managed to go home. He was one of the lucky ones. The thought of war was terrible, but experiencing it...It was hard to put to words. How could you describe the moans of pain, the blood everywhere, the loud cracks of gunshots? How could you tell of the thick, grey smoke that clouded your vision, burned your eyes? The bodies bent in grotesque positions, eyes wide open, blank...lifeless.
"Come on," Takano-san said gently, guiding him to a car that would take them home. He shook his head from his thoughts. They had survived. That's what mattered now. The weight of war could be dealt with later.
The car ride was silent, and he folded his hand into his lap. Takano-san's presence was comforting, he admitted to himself. War changes people, he thought, remembering himself before the war, before letting a bittersweet smile slip to his lips.
They were now in front of the door, Takano-san's door, and Takano-san carefully gripped his fingers around it, turning the knob. Darkness met them, and he flicked the light on.
"We're home," Onodera said softly, his hand intertwining with Takano-san's warm one. "We're home."
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Author's Notes:
A short oneshot for Veteran's Day. As much as I would explain the details and history surrounding this one...I won't. I'll leave that up to you, the reader. Thanks for reading, despite the shortness of it. A great big thank you to my editor, masterb2, especially for doing this on such short notice. You're the best.
To all those soldiers out there...you'll all make it home.
And now, a word from my editor.
Editor's Notes:
1) To all of those who have served, Thank you. I had a Great Uncle who was in Hawaii during Pearl Harbor and received a Purple Heart for his actions. He recently died and and had a military funeral. I know what it is like to see a loved one dead.
2) For all of those with sons or daughters serving, believe they will come back. That's all you can do.
3)Take the heart of this story and make it fit your situation. Whatever that is I hoped you have enjoyed this story
-masterb2 (the editor) and Eraser Bitz