Lieutenant Sakura was riding in the army helicopter with her company. The men in front of her were bad bruised, and some had broken bones. Sakura looked at the soot stained face of her team, they've been through thick and thin together since their first basic military mission. The just finished the long 90 day mission in Serbia to infiltrate a secret nuclear weapon factory, they were exhausted. They ate disgusting food and lived in the worst conditions for months. Sakura could not wait to return to her home country and have a good rest.
Sakura gave herself a small chuckle.
How weird is her life. She was a small 25 year old woman with pretty light brown hair and green eyes, she looked as fragile as a Sakura petal. She had the looks of a model or movie star. However, instead she was a high ranking military lieutenant and was skill in every single military weaponry and combat.
Who knew?
She looked through the window to see that they passed several tall mountains. There was still a long way back to Japan. She better get some sleep.
Sakura could not wait to enter her apartment, it had been too long since she entered the small three roomed apartment.
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Meanwhile somewhere in downtown Tokyo, Syaoran Li was hanging out at the club with his fellow model friends. He was drunk and was dancing on the table, grinding his lady friend seductively for the whole club to see.
"Li you're so hot!" screamed a stranger.
"Bed me Li!" another screamed.
Syaoran could not hear the screaming as the club music was booming too loud.
"Dude, time to go back to the hotel" Syaoran whispered to his friend's ear and they went down the table.
The next morning, in the hotel room, Syaoran and his model friends passed out on the floor of their suite. Still in their party clothes from yesterday and they smelled of cigarette and alcohol. He was still asleep when someone entered the room.
"Syaoran Li! You get up this instant!" a loud yell roared from a female that instantly woke Syaoran and his friends.
Syaoran became pale; he could definitely recognize that voice even though he was still hung over from last night's alcohol.
The unfortunate voice belonged to his mother Yelan Li. The owner of the hotel he was staying.
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Sakura woke up to feel the warmth of the afternoon sun pouring from her windows. Sakura checked her phone and discovered that she literally slept for two days. The previous mission tire her more than she hoped.
Sakura took a long bath, she felt refreshed as she cleaned the soot and debris off herself. It had been so long since she had taken a bath with fabulous smelling soap and shampooed her hair. Living with the military with men as her companions made Sakura got used to the idea of not showing and living in filth. Moreover, her work demanded her to be filthy and be in the worst possible living conditions. She was definitely going to get a pedicure and a foot massage today.
(Sakura's POV)
"I love my neighborhood so much!"
I was walking along the familiar cobbled street where the shops were. The streets looked unchanged as I always known it to be. The same ice cream parlor stood in the same cross street by the traffic light, everything was the same and nothing had changed since she left.
"Hello Sakura nice to see you again!" an old man greeted me.
"Hello Mr. Henry!" I greeted him back and he gave me a sweet smile.
I continued my journey to the nail parlor and I noticed that there was a new coffee shop in the corner. It looked like a chic French coffee store.
I entered the cafe and ordered a cup for myself.
I was sipping the really well made coffee when suddenly I saw this shiny Mercedes car parked near the table I was sitting at.
The door opened and it was a familiar looking face. A thin, elegant looking woman whom I think I've met before came out from the vehicle. She turned her head and she looked surprise to see me. She then walked to my table.
"Hello, have we met before?" I greeted her.
"Hello, aren't you one of the Red Company?" the woman asked.
I was shocked the Red Company is a very high profile group and only very few people knew about us.
"How do you know?" I questioned.
She smiled and took a seat in front of me.
"Oh, my brother is one of the members. You may know him, Captain Feng Li? He is in the Hong Kong branch. I attended the memorial of his partner. I asked him about the female in uniform. You see it is very rare to see a woman in the military, especially one as beautiful as yourself" she explained.
I blushed. She complimented me.
"Feng is your brother? Oh! What a small world. I just met him 3 months ago ma'am" I replied sounding very nervous.
"Call me Yelan" said Yelan with a smile.
"Thank you Yelan!" I blushed, rarely do I get this type of conversations with an elegant woman.
Since a huge majority of my coworkers were men and it has been years and I developed the ability to understand and speak MEN. I was already used to their constant cursing, their obsession with football and the obvious egoistic mindset.
"Where were you from Yelan?" I asked.
Yelan let out a sigh, she suddenly looked uneasy, "My troublesome son, he is already a grown man and he is still acting like a teenager!" she complained.
Sakura laughed, she remembered that was how most new army kids acted before they entered the army. But once they enter and they were beaten down and brought back up, they change into mature responsible men.
"Send him to the army Yelan. They always turn kids into men" I advised her casually.
Yelan's face lit up and she gave me a smile, "That's a great idea Sakura!" she said.
She suddenly swoops in and gave me a hug.
Well that was unexpected.
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(Syaoran's POV)
A week had passed since my incident with my mother and my modeling life has gotten back to normal. I just finished modeling for French Vogue with Lara Stone in Arizona. Then I flew back to Japan. My life sure is glamorous.
I walked into the corridor and saw my usual stack of mail from fans, thank you letters, and whatever. However, one letter caught my eye. It was in a large envelope with the words Extremely Important in bold red letters. It also had the emblem of the military.
"Hmm wonder what could this be?" I asked myself as I looked at the mail curiously.
I tore the thing and I quickly scanned my letter.
I noticed the word "You" "Must" "Go" "Through" "Our" "ONR-MONTH" "MILITARY" "SERVICE" "FAILURE" "TO" "GO THROUGH" "WILL" "RESULT" "IN" "5 YEARS" "OF" "JAIL".
I literally reread the letter before dropping it on the floor.
"One month of military service or else in jail" I muttered.
However, at the same time, deep in my stomach I have a strange feeling that my mother is laughing. This was her work.
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Alright, who knew one week would pass so fast and now I am currently reading the navigational machine in my car to the army camp. Who the hell makes the military base so damn hard to find! Apparently the army camp is deep in the forest.
As I was driving my Mercedes, thoughts ran through my head about the next four weeks that I am going to be there.
'Where will I bathe?'
'Will I bathe?'
'Is there any handphone signal'
'Will they feed me with proper, edible food?'
'Are they going to kill me?'
'Most importantly, will they shave my head?'
I finally reached the gate of the extremely intimidating place. The steel gate with the barb wires surrounded the area. There was a tower and plenty of cameras. It was scary. A huge guy in a soldier's uniform came up in front of my car and began to write stuff on his board. He then walked up to me and starred deep into me.
"Drive in!" he yelled from the outside.
I immediately froze and pushed the peddle softly and passed through the gate. There were mean looking people lined in the most perfect human line I've ever seen.
"Get Out!" one of them yelled.
I immediately ran out and stood as soldier-like as i could. They then went came to my face and started breathing down my face. I could feel sweat started forming on my forehead.
"YOU THINK YOU ALL HOT JUST BECAUSE MOMMY IS RICH AND YOU HAVE A PRETTY FACE!" one of them roared to my face.
For the first time in my life, I literally am going to pee in my pants.
"No sir" I spoke softly.
"WHAT?" he his voice was raising if that was even humanely possible. Dammit are these soldiers deaf of something.
"NO SIR!" I yelled.
"SHUT UP AND GIVE ME 50!" he yelled.
I was looking at the dirt. Does he really want me to do push up in the cold, damp dirt?
I did the whole push up position in front of the men who was sneering at me. And I did one push up followed by two, in my Armani suit. The guys were laughing at me while I was busy struggling doing the push up.
"Wait till the Lieutenant see this fish" one of them said.
Oh that sounds bad, really bad.
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Great!
Just great!
It has been 6 days since I first entered this stupid military base and I'm not getting use to this at all. I cannot even believe some people actually live their lives like this, it is simply inhumane and barbaric.
This is so not the life for a supermodel.
Curse you mother!
On the first day, they absolutely made my once pretty fingers and hands dirty and I had to scrape the dirt off by myself. And the worse part, they had no showers after the turned me into this filthy person. They took my Armani, they took my Gucci and they gave me this ugly army green jumpsuit which I personally think looks hot on me. I was surrounded by rich kids that were forced into the same situation I was. We shared many things in common, mostly mansions, cars and girls. Yet, they were only looking.
I am a supermodel, what do you expect?
And those military officers, they simply cannot stop yelling can't they!
Early in the morning at 4:30, which they happen to call morning, they would be yelling at us to get our lazy asses and get ready for training. In less than five minute I would be in the freezing cold with my full army gear, doing sit ups and strength training while my superiors drink hot coco and laughing away. Damn those senior officers!
And all these training and hardships were just an introduction of the training. Apparently, the senior officers wanted us to be prepped before the commander give a personal check up in us.
Thinking about the commander is giving me the creeps.
He is probably this huge 6"4 guy, with a body made from iron, shot 20 times and still alive, a huge scar on his face, never smiles. Hobbies include fighting alligators and bears on his spare time.
Whoever was the Commander is, the senior officers surely give great respect for him. They talk about him in the most honorable and respectable way.
I loathe him already.
Yet there are some positivity from all this unnecessary training. I was getting much bigger. My muscles were getting bigger; before I entered hell, I had a lean and slightly muscular body, but now, I would touch my biceps and pecs every chance I get. Yes, I am that hot!
"ATTENTION!" the officer roared from the doorway of our small room. We were packed like sardines, all 20 of us were packed in a room that was smaller than my bathroom. It stank in that room, with only one window for ventilation.
We horridly ran as fast as we could to the side of our beds and stood still like statues. The officer walked passed each one, scanning at every single detail of the soldier's form, waiting for any imperfection.
He then walked up to me. He was this 6"0 tall guy with muscles Hugh Jackman would be envious of. He came straight to my face, about an inch of air between our noses. I sucked in my breath. He stared deep into my eyes to intimidate me, however being as sly as I am, I stared back.
The trick is to look at your reflection when looking into someone's eyes.
Damn I'm smart!
"You're getting better sissy!" he muttered, starring angrily into my eyes.
"AT EASE SOLDIERS!" he yelled before exiting the room.
Immediately everyone fell on their beds.
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A large military jeep stood in front of the military base. Inside, a beautifully dressed commander in a white shirt dress and a classic trench that showed her classic sense of style. Her face full of irritation as she just got back from her mission and now in another work for the military. Her face had "bitch" written all over it.
"Miss we're here" the military driver said.
Sakura snapped her from her thoughts and went out.
She was angry, she was supposed to be watering her plants and baking at home now like a regular female. Instead, she is at this dirty, manly haven. She hasn't even finished properly healing yet.
"Sakura!" an elderly man called Sakura. When Sakura turned she was in the arms of a really large man, suffocating her.
"Russel!" Sakura exclaimed as she hugged the giant back pecking his cheeks.
"You look beautiful Sakura!"
"You look pretty Russel!"
"How was Serbia?" Russel asked.
"Same old, same old psychotic terrorist" Sakura replied coolly with a smile.
"Did you kill anyone?" asked Russel, his face lit up at the question.
"I killed several people" she modestly said.
"Thats my girl!" Russel complimented and patted her shoulder.
"How are the new fish?" asked Sakura as Russel put her back down to the ground.
"Sissies!" Russel replied. They both laughed.
He took Sakura's arm in his arm and led her to the parade square, where she could see a line of soldiers marching. She shook her head, their form were terrible and amateurish.
"ATTENTION!" Russel blurted out loudly.
The soldiers quickly marched to the location of the officer and Sakura.
The 20 guys stood in a perfect line and did a salute.
"LADIES THIS IS MY BEAUTIFUL COMMANDER, SAKURA!"
"YOU SHALL ADDRESS HER AS COMMANDER! YOU SHALL LISTEN TO EVERY SINGLE WORD SHE SAYS OR SHE MAY KILL YOU!" he yelled.
The twenty men starred straight and refused to look at Sakura who was observing them from the side.
"IS THAT UNDERSTOOD?" Russel yelled.
"Russel I think they understand perfectly" Sakura interjected and stood in front of the soldiers for them to see.
"I WON'T BE EMBARASSED IN FRONT OF MY COMMANDER! IS THAT UNDERSTOOD?" Russl yelled again.
"YES SIR!" the men replied back.
"FOR NOT FOLLOWING ORDERS OF MY COLLEGE! DROP AND GIVE ME 100!"
"YOU ARE AN EMBARRASSMENT TO THE MILITARY EVERYWHERE! BUNCH OF LADIES!" Sakura roared which really surprised the soldiers. Some of them fell backwards in shock.
The soldiers looked at her with surprised faces.
Sakura whose voice was soft and sweet suddenly turned harsh and she sounded like a big tough scary man.
"ARE YOU DEAF SOLDIERS! DROP AND GIVE ME 100!" Sakura roared again, this time even louder.
"YES SIR!" however, some replied "ma'am" which made Sakura chuckle.
The men dropped to their pushup positions and started counting 1 out loud.
Sakura smiled and walked around them.
"Pathetic rich sissies!" she muttered.
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