Duo
in World War I
Author's
Notes: This is actually a story I'm writing for extra credit in my World
History class, but I decided I might as well turn it into a Fanfic. This is a story about Duo as a German
footsoldier in World War I. If you
think this is kewl, check out Star Kindler's fic Forbidden Love, which is about
Duo set in World War II during the whole holocaust happening (lowers his head
in sadness). Anyway as usual I'm starting this with no plan at all! And as
always, ENJOY!
"Maxwell!
Wakeup!" The schoolmaster slaped his
yardstick in front of Duo's prone head awakening him with a start. The shock and speed of his awakening caused
him to fall backwards on his stool, bringing riotous laughter from his
classmates. As Duo got back up and the
class settled, Duo thought about his life and where it would go after
graduation.
Schoolmaster's
words always wrung in his head, "Enlist!
Mother Germany needs your services in the war, and a glorious war it
is! To fight for the motherland and win
against our enemies is an honor I except you will all accept." Duo thought about himself and his
classmates.
Duo
himself was a taller person with long brown hair, tied in one giant braid down
his back, hanging about to his belt. He
had young blue eyes and a dashing figure.
He was not overly built but rather a medium build and decent
height. Duo looked over to his friends
Quatre(Ketra) and Trowa who sat beside each other to his left.
Quatre
was a shorter boy, a year younger than Duo but just as smart, if a bit of a
dreamer. He had shorter black hair that
he kept in bangs all around his head.
Though he was German through law, he was Prussian through leniage, and
this showed in his eyes. The man beside
him was none other than Trowa!
Duo
didn't know Trowa's lastname or even if he had. Trowa never really had a name, instead took his from an old dead
army person. He was a very tall boy,
about 6' 4", much taller than Quatre of a mea 5' 4". Trowa had long brown hair which he kept in one long streak off
the side of his head. Duo always
thought of this as a bit ridiculous but Trowa had his reasons. As said before he was quite well known. Even from birth he was in great shape and
had great strength and stamina. If it
was said about anybody in the class, Trowa was most like a warrior and true
soldier, more like the "Iron Youth" the schoolmaster always talked about. He had always wanted to join the army, and
now that they were graduating, Duo knew Trowa would take that chance!
Duo
looked back to his right and saw, sitting near a window, the quiet yet
extremely intelligent Heero Yuy. As his
name suggests, he was an oriental by birth, but this never stopped him from
joining in the German cause. But he
never was as outgoing as his schoolmates, he was always the smart one, the
planner. He was the one who kept them
from getting in trouble, and usually the designated driver when his friends had
too much ale. He was about Duo's height
and build, though slightly less muscular.
He had jet black hair which he kept short and close to his head.
As Duo
looked back forward, he thought about the war itself. Why is there a war anyway?
One man dies and because of this we go to war? I'll never understand the
Kaizer, but I don't have to, he's..the Kaizer! Duo thought back to the current event lessons his school master
taught them. He told them all about the
different alliances and treaties being made, all the backstabbing and
uprisings. But Duo never did understand
why they were, but that wasn't the point, the point twas they were going to
war, and he was going to fight with his comrades for the mother country!
This
thought brought a smile to Duo's face and the schoolmaster saw this, so as hye
finished his speech on how they should all enlist after graduation, he looked at
him. "Maxwell, you seem quite pleased,
why is that?" Duo simply smiled back and nodded replying simply and calmy.
"I am
going to fight for the mother land sir, I am going to fight for the Kaizer,
that is enough." This comment brought a
'Here, here' from the schoolmaster, and a cheer from the class, and on this
note the schoolmaster shouted to his former pupils.
"Go my
class, go Iron Youth to your destiny! Raise the mother land to glory!" This brought another rousing cheer as the
whole class jumped to their feet applauding and cheering. As they left the classroom there was much
patting of backs and rousing speech..
As the class broached the entrance Duo jumped in front of them all and
hopped on a nearby box.
Up above
his class mates he signaled them for silence, and once they were all quiet, he
said something that in the time to come, he would learn to regret. "Friends!" He began, "Today is the day we
live our homes and our juvenile lives behind and become true men! But it is not today we enlist oh no! To fight is for tomorrow, for tonight.." He
paused and crouched low a smile on his face.
Then suddenly he leaped from the box, shouting to his friends, "Tonight
we get drunk!" And with that they all
trundled off together to the nearest pub for the night. Though this would be the last truw cheer
they have for a long while.
Heero
seemed to sense this and walked far behind his friends, until Duo came back and
smiled at him. "What's wrong Yuy? C'mon
even you drink tonight! For tomorrw we
shall be soldiers, and we shall fight and be glorious."
Heero
looked grimly at his friend of many years.
The looks in his eyes was one of stolid premonitions. "Duo, we have been
friends for too long, and I sense that we shall be for a while longer. You and the others believe we shall fight
for glory and honor, but I just have a bad feeling. I don't know, it just seems like this war will be a great war,
one to end all wars." Heero saw he was
depressing his friends good cheer, so mustered his best smile and changed his
attitude. "But you're right I'm just being silly, c'mon let's go drink comrade,
for the Mother Country!" With that Duo
clapped him on the back and they walked arm in arm to the pub and though Heero
acted fun with his friends, he sensed that this would be the end of their
lives, and the beginning of the end for their souls.
