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Title: Shadows of the Rising Sun
Author: Sarcastic Pessimist
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Blood, mention of immense gore, shonen ai/yaoi, violence, and language
Pairings: 3x4, 1x2, and 5xS
Background: This story is set during the American Civil War, which occurred from 1861 to 1865. If you don't know the background of the Civil War, then I will brief you quickly on the relevant information. Despite the popular belief that the Civil War was fought over the issue of slavery, it was actually fought over states' rights. I refuse to antagonize neither the Union nor the Confederacy. Please respect my standing point on this issue.
Author's Notes: History is my favorite subject so I will not distort it. This story is written mostly in Quatre's POV. He happens to be my favorite character and I assigned him a role that would allow him to retain his character as well as do a little growing up as well.
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Shadows of the Blazing Sun
Clear Skies
Quatre's POV
I breathed in the cool morning air. It seemed like an eternity of gunshots and anxiety, but the battle outside of this little town of [1] Gettysburg has finally come to a close after three days of bloodshed. I can now truly focus on healing those soldiers who are in need of my care. Being the only doctor in town can be very tiring during times of war.
The stairs creaked softly as I tried to creep as quietly as I possibly could toward the bottom floor. Once I reached the bottom landing, I peered into the "infirmary" section of my home to check upon my patients. I smiled upon the scene that met my eyes as I peered into the room. All of the wounded soldiers slept soundly and peacefully, exhausted after three days of slaughter and carnage. It sometimes surprises me that these men were around my own age, yet they always appeared to be so much more fatigued and weary than me.
A muted, though nonetheless urgent knock drew my attention towards the entrance of my home. I walked over and opened the door carefully. Peeking though the crack, I was able to make out the silhouette of Duo. Duo Maxwell was from Louisiana, but he decided to move north when the war started. He is now the town blacksmith as well as one of my closest friends.
Duo's slender, sinewy frame was taut with tension and he was glancing warily around to if there was anyone around at the crack of dawn. I ushered Duo into my home in an instant, knowing that whatever was bothering him probably had something to do the war. Despite his flamboyant personality, everyone in Gettysburg, with the exception of Wufei and me, shied away from Duo, believing that he was a Confederate spy.
"Duo, is something wrong?"
" 'm fine, Quat….Can ya 'elp me with somethin' important?"
I nodded my consent immediately and waited for Duo to speak.
" I snuck 'ta da' battle grounds dis mornin' ta see w'at's been goin' on ov'r there. Then I found dese two [2] Rebel soldiers dat waz still livin'. I took'em home and I waz hopin' ya can take a look at'em."
I blinked. This was completely out of the blue, but the answer should have been as plain as day to Duo. When have I ever denied him any of my services or time?
"Duo, off course I'll assess their injuries. When I swore the [3] Hyppocratic Oath, I promised that I would try and heal the wounded no matter who they are. Besides, I not a [4] Yankee and you know that."
"Sorry, Quat….I jus' wanted ta make sure."
My lips curved upward on their own I accord. I don't know how anyone in town could dislike Duo. He is such a good-hearted young man.
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Sorry this is so short, but I didn't want to give too much away in the prologue. Please excuse my bad attempt at giving Duo a Louisianan accent. I don't have much of a clue how people talked in Louisiana during the 1860s.
Notes:
[1] I am referring to the Battle of Gettysburg. By the way, Gettysburg is in Pennsylvania. This was General Robert E. Lee's second attempt to take the initiative, and like the previous attempt, he failed horrendously. If you didn't know who Robert E. Lee was, he was the general of the Confederate Army and perhaps one of the most brilliant generals in American history.
[2] Rebel is the same as Confederate.
[3] The Hyppocratic (I'm pretty sure it's spelled this way, but I'm too lazy to get my 5lb. dictionary to check) Oath is an oath you swear when you become a doctor of any sort. It was started by a man in ancient Greece called Hyppocratis or something like that. Anyways, it just basicly mean that you have to try and help anyone who is sick or wounded no matter their race, religion, belief, and so on.
[4] Yankees are the Northerners or the Union people or the people who the Confederates/Rebels are fighting against. They live above the eleven slave states of the Confederate States of America, which are South Carolina, Mississippi, Florida, Alabama, Georgia, Louisiana, Texas, Virginia, Arkansas, North Carolina, and Tennessee.
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