This is a prolouge, please tell me if should continue it...
They lived every day in fear with bombs crashing beside them, planes roaring overhead and the constant risk of death. They were in between a mafia war. The governments took sides and eventually they all declared war. Many shipped out to fight against unknown forces, nuclear bombs manufactured and poured upon innocent civilians. Nowhere in this world was safe, the two sides were both neither good, both were evil and both leaders were insane. No one knows who the leaders are their representatives always in their place.
A young group of seven men, in ragged army uniforms, freshly captured from the battlefield. They saw their comrades fall and defeated in the mud and rain of unknown lands. They were the only ones left. Being in the hand of their enemies, there was only one option. Death.
"There's no hope for us" A man named Gokudera confirmed.
Their carriage shook and rattled and the deadly silence continued.
"Not if we escape, we just have to hold onto every life we have" The man spoke with a supporting smile. His name was Yamamoto; he was the last to be caught.
"Live and fight for enemies and kill our own? Say that again and I'll send you to hell early" Hibari, the man sitting in the corner scowled.
"We'll probably die in no man's land against….." Mukuro starts but was interrupted by a quiet voice,
"If I shall die, think only this of me, that somewhere in a foreign field, I shall fall standing proud."
The six men turned towards the voice, a small man with orange-brown hair now with dried flakes of mud on his head. They couldn't help but agree with the small man.
They prayed that the future would deal with them well.
"If I shall die, think only this of me, that somewhere in a foreign field, I shall fall standing proud."
They all murmured softly, and drift into their first sleep in days.
There we go...so how did you think? abit too dark?