I really don't know why I decided to write this story...I like stories written in the past and World War 2 seemed like a good subject. So, um, yeah...ENJOY! -Shelby-
Disclaimer: I do not own YuGiOh or any other names mentioned in this story.
BOOM!
The German stick grenade detonated ten feet from the American trenches. The privates on the night shift shivered voluntarily. This place was a god-forsaken hellhole. A young blond private bravely peeked over the trench, down No-man's Land and across to the opposing German trenches. The teen huffed his disgust to nobody in particular. The all felt the same way: this war needed to end. Katsuya Jounouchi sat on a small wooden box and hung his lantern on a bone protruding from the trench wall, no doubt the bone belonged to a fallen comrade early on in the war. He pulled out a small notebook that served as his diary and pulled out a pencil. Simultaneously, he lit up a cigarette and inhaled deeply. Ah, he needed that.
August 31, 1945
On the Western Front
The bloody Geries have been bombarding us with grenades and missiles all day. I got lucky, I didn't have to work the day shift and avoided going on a small raid in which two of my close friends, Private Bakura and Private Honda, were killed. May God rest them.
Lieutenant Colonel Kaiba said he has a good feeling that this cursed war will be over soon. I don't know if I feel the same. I feel there will be many more deaths on the horizon before this will end, perhaps my own among them.
On a much lighter note, however, I now get to train with Sergeant Mutuo. He is not much older than I, 16; but he has been promoted quickly because of his military genius and bravery.
I noticed him, Private Ryuuji, watching me again. He keeps to himself mostly, but he becomes very involved when we do exercises, raids etcetera. I've begun to feel a certain fondness for him; I've been in this war for three years now (and lucky to be alive after D-Day) and I'm lonely. Everybody is lonely. Just the other day I saw two younger soldiers, Sergeant Mutuo and Private Atem, touching each other unashamedly. I, too, began to feel that I need a sort of solace from this hell; but where can I seek it?
"Are you going to report that to Lt. Colonel Kaiba?" A familiar voice stopped Jou from writing and made him turn to look at Ryuuji Otogi, who was reading his messy script.
"If you don't mind, Otogi, I would like to write down my thoughts in peace; Heaven knows how long before I'm unable to do so," he replied. He was greeted by pained looks. Nobody needed to be reminded, Death swept his hand frequently over the battlefield. That day, other than Bakura and Honda, twelve other men were killed including Private Ryou, Sergeant Marik, Private Malik and General Pegasus.
"I just thought he'd want to know," Otogi mumbled quietly. He, too, had seen some of the men in his unit seek each other. He was lonely too, more lonely than the rest; for he was in love with a man in uniform...a man who was glaring at him under torchlight.
"If they want to spoil themselves like that I'm not the one to stop them. I don't blame them," Jou trailed off, his eyes hidden by the long blond bangs that escaped his helmet. Otogi adverted his gaze down the the page and stopped when he saw his name. Was Jounouchi talking about him? He wondered why until Jounouchi cleared his throat and closed the book.
"I'm going on patrol," he mumbled quietly, placing the book and pancil back into his pack and picked up his rifle. "Feel free to join me if you want Otogi. If not, watch out for the rats." Otogi's mouth twitched slightly, it was true the trenches were overrun by large rats. He stood up with his gun and followed his comrade through the wet, dirty, unforgiving trenches.
"Can I ask you something?" Otogi asked a few minutes later. Jou nodded silently and kept walking. "Why did I see my name in your diary?"
Jou stopped, stopped walking, stopped breathing. How much had Otogi seen? Otogi turned and faced Jou, waiting.
"I was merely mentioning manes, not like anything's going on," Jou avoided Ryuuji's eyes at all costs...those large, gorgeous bottle-green eyes...
"Oh, I understand. It just said you were lonely and I saw my name. Do you need a friend?" Otogi's question was innocent enough, his two friends killed in a raid, he was lonely as hell; why not ask for a friend? Although Otogi had some possible alternatives to this friendship brewing in his mind Jou never suspected a thing, he was too lost in his own thoughts.
"Yes, I would like a friend. Do you know of anyone who needs one?" Jou's laughter was such a rare sound that Jounouchi himself stopped and marvelled at it. When was the last time he'd laughed like that?
Otogi shivered deliciously at the sound. He grabbed Jou's arm and pushed him roughly against the rocky trench wall. "I was talking about me, Katsuya. I want to be your friend." He lifted his hand up to remove Jou's helmet when an officer walked by. Jou and Otogi saluted Lt. Colonel Kaiba stiffly and promptly.
"At ease, gentlemen. Lovely night for a walk, hm?" Kaiba chuckled darkly at the twisted joke. The young privates laughed weakly. "You behave yourselves, privates. This is a time of war, not a time to violate ourselves in the rat-infested trenches." Lt. Colonel Kaiba turned on his heel and headed to check the pill boxes (Pill boxes where small concrete structures that had a small window in them that a machine-gun could peek through, usually operated by two soldiers. They were built close to the ground and were difficult to destroy, some still exist today).
"Where was I...oh, yes," Otogi murmured. He let himself remove Jou's helmet and threaded his drty finders through Jou's even dirtier hair. Otogi didn't care, Jou was the only real thing in the world now; there was no war, no death...just Jou and his dirty gold hair. He looked into Jou's large chocolate eyes, wide with fear and anticipation. Jou had never felt more alive during the war until now, feeling Otogi's hands caress his face, his eyes watching him witha hungry desire burning deep within. Jou lightly tugged on Otogi's earring and twirled the die in his fingers. He removed Otogi's helmet as well and caressed the dark lockes of hair with grimy fingers.
Otogi began to lean closer to Jou, his face getting nearer by the second. he was but and inch from Jou when a sharp whistle pierced the deathly silence.
"Dawn..." Otogi murmured. The two teens hadn't noticed the sun risting through the clouds and hastened bak to their work stations. The march had begun.
Yeah, I don't really know where this story is going but it's gonna be dramatic! Please R&R!