Disclaimer: I shall never own Inuyasha or Aliens (the universe that my character lives in) and I never intend to. I do however, own my original character Kazuma, his family, Senbou and Yun-chan Song, and any other character metioned here. Yes, I ripped off some of the names of the series, I'm too lazy to make up some of my own. I'm happy with who I am... unlike some fanfic authors with OCs who fall in love with one of the canon characters, are somehow related to one of the canon characters, and are also insanely powerful at the start. Oo If you flame me, I shall laugh like the devil himself. Why? I cause I can.

Note: Now, one of my characters don't enter the Sengoku Jidai till the next chapter. So don't go all flamey, flamey on me. I will try to upload the 1st chapter ASAP. This is a prologue, the calm before the storm (well, not really... more like storm before the calm), whatever you wanna call it. Also, this chapter has slight incest and slight yaoi rape, so if you feel offended in any way, leave at once. However, for those who want to read this as it was intended; grab a few tissues (if you're overemotional), get some angsty music, and turn your music up. Loud.

Enjoy A Mother's Love.

Tae Guk Gi: Hwinalrimyeo

"Talking..."

'Thoughts'

-action-

Flashback or sumthing else...

Tae Guk Gi: The Brotherhood of War

A Mother's Love

Prologue: The Last

Seoul, Korea
25 miles from the 38th Parallel
December 14th, 2484

A young child sat by an old well, free falling tears from his eyes, the snow mixing with them. He didn't know how long he had been there. He had never been so alone and hurt in his entire life. The child guessed this was how his brother felt when he tortured him so long ago.

"Omma..." he whimpered.

The young kid stared at the snow before him, his back against the rotten wood and death. Ahead of him stood a fate worse than death he ran across just two hours ago, leaving his soul half catatonic. He rested his head against the red and blue tassels of his death stick and tried to relax as the wind played across his body.

It just wasn't enough.

His family were just taking a breather in their mansion...

Okay, normal house.

His mother was cleaning her Pulse Rifle, as usual. His stepmother was... well... cursing his father out for no reason at all. His brother was practicing with his sword, as always. And him... he was just half-asleep next his mother, in her room. The radio was playing some song about the wind that he knew well. Today was a special day for him. A day he cherised with all his heart.

Today was his birthday.

The dog demon woke up from his half-slumber to see a man with black hair and... PURPLE MASCARA?? That was wrong and a bit scary, but what truely frightened him were his eyes. He could tell by the look in them that he wanted him dead. Not just him, but the world.

"What is your name, boy?" he asked.

He was about to reply when an explosion shook the whole room and deafened everybody. Fortunately, the inuyoukai had covered his ears at that moment. His mother came bursting into the room with her carbine and shot everyone in sight but him. The young youkai looked for the strange man...but he was gone.

"Where's brother? And father? And-" he began.

She silenced the pup with an embrace and told him that they were fine. His step-mother and brother had gone into hiding. And his father was killing off every one of the intruders without mercy. The child thought that this couldn't be happening, that this isn't real... it just had to be a dream. Yet, it wasn't.

"You have to go now, Inu!" his mother shouted calmly.

They both heard a high-pitched whine, his mother covered her son to protect him from shrapnel.

"Just me? Anidhae!" the younger youkai cried, "Uri gahaedae!"

"I'm not done here Inu! Run away!" his mother yelled as she reloaded her carbine.

The child broke down and cried, clutching her military uniform in a death-grip. "No, go with me!"

"I'll be fine, run!"

"No Never!!! Go with me! Please!!"

The female inuyoukai pulled her son and whispered, "Listen to me, I will always love you. No matter what happens I will always be with you, Inu-kun. I'm not finished here, but I promise I'll never die. Go!" She started to cry as well. The younger still insisted. "I'm fine, trust me." "No... I don't wanna lose you!" "Save yourself!" "Never! I'll never go without you, mother!" "LISTEN TO ME!!!"

The younger one fell silent.

"Trust me. I swear I will come back, ahdul."

"Omma..."

The female inuyoukai looked into her son's eyes, so much like her own, and kissed him deeply, locking lips. Her child was instantly confused at this action, but he couldn't help thinking he liked it, despite knowing how wrong it was. He closed his golden eyes and surrendered to the bliss. It contained no tongues nor teeth, but it was special: symbolizing a mother's eternal love for her son. It seemed to last forever until a zipping tracer brought the two back to reality.

"I promise, son."

With that, the older youkai got out a machine gun and a rifle from under her bed. The child recognized those weapons, they were 6.25-era (Yugio Junjaeng) M1918A2 BAR and M1 Garand, absolute antiques but they worked.

"You have to come back mom...please..." he pleaded.

"I promise." With that, she pulled the bolt on her Browning machine gun and began firing head-splitting shots.

He ran, his legs taking automatic steps.

Left, right...left, right...

He ran and ran aimlessly until he accidently stumbled right into a firefight. A grenade landed near his feet and the child immediately dove for cover, near a trench. It exploded with such force, it rattled every bone in his body. "Shibbal!" he cursed. A hand pulled him out of the hellish crossfire. "Stay down!" The child recognized that voice. "Dad?" "Happy Birthday, son!" he said cheerfully. The child felt two things pressed into his hands. One was a pistol, the other present was something that resembled a sword handle. He put away the sword handle and loaded the pistol with an abandoned clip nearby; was about to fire when his father placed a strong hand over the gun and pushed it back down. "Save it for later." The child nodded. "Now go," he said. The younger youkai began to protest, tears beginning to form again. "I'll be alright, Inu. I promise I'll get revenge against this guy." The General embraced his firstborn son one last time before letting go.

The child kept on running and running; had to hide a few times from North Korean mercenaries. After what seemed like hours he collasped on the nearby well and cried. It began to snow, covering his hanbok with snow. One hour later he walked through soft snow, freezing winds, and total carnage back to his home.

Only to find it in ruins.

He finally came to his devastated house and searched desperately. Called out his father's name... but he didn't reply and the youkai flinched as he heard a thud from a room. His mother's room. He walked my way toward it, as he didn't have any strength to run. What he saw was something that would haunt him for the rest of his life. It was his mother on the floor, barely alive, her chest torn open... blood trickling down her mouth. "Mo...mot..." he moaned and with renewed strength, ran to her side and held her frail body in his arms. "Mother!!!" She was very pale but alive; whispered, "Ah...dul, I want you to... to h-have these." The female demon let her slick arm fall to her rifle and bloodied silk belt. "Mom..." he cried. Then, he broke. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry I tortured my brother... sorry that I loathed my stepmother... I'm sorry about everything... I love you!!!" His mother's hand touched his left cheek and she whispered softly, "I-I love you t-too and..." She smiled. "Happy Birthday, Kim." Exhaling her final breath, his mother's hand fell from his cheek but he caught it before it hit the ground.

"Omo...ni? Myeong! Omma...pl-please...wake up...w-wa...ke..."

He shook her body repeatedly to try to wake her up, to make sure she was fine and not playing a prank. But in his delicate heart he knew she was gone. He knew, because of the emptiness in his soul, the way how his heart kept ailing, causing irregular pulses.Tears blurred his vision before he tightly embraced her body close to his own and repeated his mother's name over and over again, as if was the only thing keeping him alive.

Not long after, the eleven year old Korean finally wailed.

He wiped his tears away and stood up. The child was shivering from being so cold. He looked back toward his home, where he had been for most of his life. The crack of live gunfire and explosions were in the distance, mixed with the cold wind. The inuyoukai had buried his mother next to the well. He marked her grave with her rifles and silk belt. Hesitated. Kim stared at the bullet-ridden and bloodied Tae Guk Gi in his hands and gingerly wrapped it around the M1's barrel. He sniffled, wiping away salty tears once more.

"Omo-nim... nuoh yaksohk haesohyoh..." he softly whispered.

"Heh! You'll soon be joining her, Taoshi!" a cold voice taunted.

The child spun around to see Senbou, his father's former best friend, and eight of his buddies standing there.

"Senbou... what are you doing here?"

"Eh? Moon-Seokah... long time no see."

His cold tone made him shiver.

One of Senbou's men spoke up, Kazuma recognized him as the bastard's friend who shot his brother. "Can we kill him yet, Song? I'm waiting to drink his blood for Yong-min." Senbou smirked, eyes gleaming with an odd look. That look made Kazuma feel sick to his stomach. All their faces were twisted with wolves' natural hatred of dogs. He wasn't gonna have any of it. His father's pistol was drawn, safety thumbed down, and hammer flicked back.

"If you lay a hand on me, I will claim your lives." His words were brave, but on the inside, he was scared.

The mercenaries just laughed and they all nodded. One of them shifted his foot, preparing to run. The child pulled the trigger and the pistol thundered, making his delicate ears ring. Barely heard a thud and the sickening splatter of gore. The ookami he shot had a small hole in his chest. He fell to his hands and knees, gasping for oxygen. The young child could see the wound the bullet had caused: most of the ookami's back flesh was in a bloody mess, his destroyed lung hanging out. Kim wanted to throw up. The wounded ookami he shot grasped at Senbou's legs, slicking them in crimson blood. A gun muzzle went up to his head and blew it away. The body fell to the ground, lifeless.

"How could you just kill one of your own friends!?" he screamed, stunned.

Song replied, "You just lost, Moon-Seok."

"M-mwo?"

That's went he realized two others had flanked him. Before Kazuma knew it, he was held firmly by them. One of them wrenched his pistol away and pointed a rifle at him. Senbou walked toward him and used his weapon butt to whack the child across the face. Kazuma didn't even feel it, helplessness and fear had taken over his body.

Senbou smirked hellishly.

"For too long have we been exiled since we tried to honourablely murder the General's youngest son. Now we have his firstborn, we can make an excellent example of him... and have our fun."

The child struggled violently against the ookami youkais; one of them shot him in the leg to stop his struggling. They suddenly ripped off his silk hanbok, leaving the frail body naked in the cold. He still struggled against them, Senbou personally gave him his best kick on the ribs. The child felt them collaspe inward and heard a sickening crunch. Tears were streaking down his innocent face and blood bled from his weak body, he fell to his knees, giving up and giving in.

Senbou walked around the back of him and chuckled evilly, whispered, "Once I am done with you, you will be wishing you had never lived."

The Communist nodded toward his fellow reds and they all started to unbuckle their... pants.

Except one.

An eighteen year old kid who thought this...payback was seriously wrong.

"Hyeongah, what are you doing? Why are you hurting Moon-Seok? Wae?" "Yun-Chan!!! AH-" "Shut up, you dog!" Senbou snarled as he kicked the poor inuyoukai in the chest again. "Why?" Senbou jerked his head from Kazuma toward his brother and glared at him. "I'll tell you why. That bastard's father," the Red pointed to Kazuma, "had Yong-Min killed for a crime he did not commit." Yun frowned. "Hyeongah, Yong-Min didn't die against his will. He-" "Silence! Yong-Min wasn't the only one who die. His whole family was killed too. Murdered by this dog from the South here."

Kazuma whimpered. Senbou punched him, telling to shut up once again as he turned to his brother.

"And we will avenge Yong-Min by killing this half-bred dog. Do you understand me?" "But he didn't kill him. Can't you see Moon-Seok just a kid...like me? Jaebal hyeong, leave him alone." "Yun-Sungah," Kim spoke, "your brother's right. Please...I'm your friend."

"The Moon-Seok I knew was an innocent shoeshine boy but he's not you."

Kim's heart crumbled at his statement, started getting desperate.

"Senbou. Please! I'm your friend! Can't you see that?! Please, don't kill me!" Kazuma clung to Yun-chan's brother's leg and stared to beg. The elder snarled at him to shut up and struck him with the butt of his rifle. Song nodded and the rest pulled out rusted chains. "Leave him alone or else I'll report you killed a civilian child," the younger Song threatened. Yun-Sung scoffed. "What are going to do? Kill me, Yun-Chan?"

"If you hurt Moon-Seok, I-I... will."

He raised his PPSh-41. The other mercs had different ideas. They too, aimed their guns, but at the eighteen year-old ookami's head. There was lots of yelling, screaming, confusion. Senbou quickly confronted his brother and growled, "If you interfere anymore, I will kill you...right here and right now."

"We're all brothers, Yun-Sung. Nuoh, nal, Moon-Seokah, and everyone else here. Let him go."

"If we are then just step away."

"Moon-ah had a family and used to be happy, like us! Moon-Seok's mom dead because of us and now, you want to take away his innocence just for a fucking medal?!"

The elder ookami slapped his younger sibling. One soldier took the chance to point his sidearm at Yun-chan's head, he instantly dropped his PPSh-41. Yun-Chan glared at Senbou with intense hatred and tears ran down his cheeks.

"Hyeong... you loved Kim as if he was your own brother. Life used to be perfect until Yong-Min tried to kill Moon-Jin. If you had talked Yong-Min out of it, we wouldn't be here. The government wouldn't have ousted us. You wouldn't have signed up for the Choson Mercs. Yong-Min wouldn't be dead. Moon-Seok would still have his mother. We...we would still be a family!" the younger Song was breathing hard and very pissed off. His face turned melancholy and he began to sob. "Please... think about what I think."

Senbou was completely unfazed and just gazed at his brother, face stoic.

"As long as I get to send you home... I don't care what you think."

The words hit Yun-Chan like a sledgehammer to the chest. He collasped on his knees, in mental overload. Did not struggle as he was forcefully dragged to his best friend. The younger boy had closed his eyes shut, not wanting to see Kim. One click and his eyes were open.

It was a pitiful sight.

The inuyoukai was already chained around his wrist and ankles that were already bruised and bloody from struggling. Kazuma sobbed and panted as he was trying his hardest to hide his modesty from 12 hungry eyes. Yun-Chan just wanted to comfort his best friend here and now, whisper sweet nothings of reassurance like a true older brother would. Both were wishing everything was just a terrible dream, that they would wake up... tell over breakfast to each of their brothers that they had a strange dream... would go to school... and life would be normal.

All that were dreams now.

Kazuma moaned in fear as Senbou's hands groped him. The Korean inuyoukai tearfully looked up to Senbou's unforgiving face and to Yun-Chan's regretful face. He wanted this to stop, this preversiveness was too much for his naive, innocent mind.

"Kouhmanhae!" Yun-Chan pleaded, but the pistol was pressed harder into his temple.

Having exhausted all his strength, Kazuma collasped in the yourouzokus' rough grips, panting and moaning as Senbou continued to do unspeakable things to his body. A tongue licked his face before moving down his torso.

"Kouhmanhae kanna seikya!" The pistol's side moved back and chambered a bullet. Song ignored the pleas.

The child breathed as he felt the unmistakable touch that would take his innocence forever.

"Get ready to scream, Kim."

Song Yun-Chan clenched his eyes shut and heard nothing but his best friend's moans and screams after that.

Nightfall.

They had been content; and now left him, sold and traumatized. Yun-Chan was gone, forced to go and fight despite his protests. They scarred him for life and now, he was wishing he had never lived. But, somewhere, he knew he had to keep going, his father once told him to never give up no matter what... that all looked so bleak right now. The inuyoukai got up painfully and limped toward his home. Once there, he walked toward the hidden armory his father had built, just in case. He opened the door to it and-

Nothing.

The weapons weren't there, they had taken everything. Every gun, knife, even the ammunition. Expect...

A small treasure chest in the corner.

He let out a sad smile, walked over to the chest and noticed it was covered in dried blood, it looked like some guy tried to open it and got burnt. A trickle of blood escaped from a cut on his face, it dropped on the chest but stood fresh. The child put his hands on the chest, expecting to burst into flames, but didn't. He slowly opened the ancient thing and...

"Another sword?" he asked himself, not noticing his voice was completely dull.

It was a sword, but it looked familiar. Like...

"Eh...?"

After a few minutes of pondering, he looked at it again and realized this... thing looked freaky. The only normal (and cool) features were the hilt had a jewel with a mysterious rune on it and it had two beautiful red and blue silk tassels, tied to the hilt sides. Plus, the scabbard was all black and looked biomechanical in design. The inuyoukai gently picked the sword from the chest and partly unsheathed it from it's scabbard to take a peek. The blade itself was clean and shiny, never been used. There was an engravement on the blade, his own name. The young child saw his own reflection on the blade and blinked. His eyes were completely glazed over, like he had just died. He decided he had to worry about it later. It was then he noticed a note on the sword. Kazuma took the note off of the scabbard of the sword and read it.

Ahdul,

If you are reading this then worse has gone to worst. This means that you will be no longer innocent and thus, no longer a child. Sorry. You will encounter extremely rough times ahead in the future but make lots of good friends...man, this letter is weird. See that closet over there? It contains a few presents. Don't be afraid and stay strong. Remember this son, no matter what happens I will anyways watch over you.

Oh...and uh...happy birthday? Okay, it's offical. I suck at writing. Go ahead and laugh.

Your father,
Janggun-nim Katsumaru Taoshi

PS: Your sword's name is "CheonBaramae", in case you were wondering. God, this letter is so cheesy... it's like from a bad anime!

Kazuma felt the intense urge to laugh but this time, he held it back. Emotions would come later. He picked myself up from the floor and opened the closet. Inside he found a new hanbok set, a PSP, few photos, and a steel fan. The child immediately took off his torn and bloodied hanbok and slipped on the new one. This hanbok was a little different from the others he had, it was completely black with blue highlights. 'Nice,' he thought. 'Black always suited me...or is it white?' Kazuma tied the matching silk belt around his lithe waist and pocketed the Sony. He took the family photos and wondered where to store them. The child shrugged, checked the inside of his overcoat, and found pockets. 'Hn, inside pockets.' He stowed the photos away along with his step-mother's fan. Surprisingly, he couldn't see it bulge a bit. 'Wow, the pockets must be deep.' Kazuma tried putting the small gun cleaning kit in the inside pocket, it didn't work as well so he put it away in a medical pouch. The child stood up, still holding into his sword and tied the weapon to his left waist.

After some fiddling around, he walked outside and sat beside the old well...

And that's what happened. He just fell asleep and his world was changed forever...

He smelled a sweet scent in the air and finally noticed a Mugunghwa, the national Korean flower, growing near his mother's gravesite.

A tear unknowingly slipped down his dirty cheek. The youkai sat on the edge of the well and leaned back like he did with his baby brother a year ago. Unfortunately, he leaned back a bit too far this time and lost his balance. It was a 50 feet trip to rock bottom. Even worse, there was a rusted metal pipe sticking out at least six inches.

"Ah!"

A few seconds later, he kissed the dirt face up and the pipe entered thru his back, piercing the left lung and sticking well out of the chest. He found it very hard to breath and the pain was excruciating. Hands instinctively grasped the pipe and tried to pull it out. No good, it was too slick with blood. He could feel his lung deflate and the blood escape from his body. Was he gonna die like this? His scared mind raced at a billion miles per hour. "Omma... please hel...p m-me..." he moaned, breathing labored and his lungs felt like they were aflame.

"Kat...su...plea...se...some...bod...y...hel...p..." he pleaded, hoping his voice could reach him spiritually. New tears began to stream down and his organic body weakened. It weakened so much, Kazuma couldn't even lift a finger. Everything around him begun to blur, he felt lifeless, the child could hear his own heartbeat echo in his ears.

Was this the way somebody felt before they died?

The inuyoukai knew he wasn't dead yet, he could still hear his weak gasps; hear his own pulse getting slower and slower. His eyes felt melting and his chest moved as if it was pushing against a car. He tried taking a breath again, it was useless. Everything was. He began to think about the time he spat out hateful words to his step-mother. 'What is wrong with me? Wae?' Everytime he acted like a fuhrer to his dad. His hands touched the weapon on his leg. 'Wae? Is this my punishment for all I have done?' Everytime he ignored his own mother. Soiled hands began to draw it out. Why? Everytime he tortured his own brother. The slide moved back and chambered a bullet. 'I do deserve all this. This is my fate for everything.' The pistol barrel went into his mouth.

This was for everything he had done. He did deserve a bullet to the head.

"I love you all."

The trigger was pulled.

Innocent eyes, once vibrant and full of life, now dull and dead. Pure hair...now a blood red. A once childlike soul, now broken and ravished. A perfect life...no more.

His heart gave one last desperate beat.

And he died.

Kim Moon-Seok. Born December 14th of 2473. Killed December 14th of 2484.

Okay, I really hope you've enjoyed this piece of angst from me. Think of it as a Merry Christmas. Yes I know, the letter sucked. And I was too lazy to think up original names for Kazuma's brother and step-mother. No, I do not hate North Koreans, I fully believe the North and South Koreas should settle their differences and unite again. The two countries are basically brothers. But that Kim Jong Il guy? He's a crazy bastard and I seriously doubt that's gonna happen (until he dies).

Thanks and here is a (crazy long) list of terms!

Korean terms

Daehan Minguk: The South Korean term for South Korea.

Chosun: The North Korean word for Korea, this was also the original word used by Koreans (in the Chosun Dynasty) before the Soviets and Americans divided Korea into the North and South, freeing them from brutal Japanese occupation but dividing them as well...

Mugunghwa: Means "eternal flower" in the Korean dialect.

"6.25" or "Yugio Junjaeng": We Koreans called the war by the date it all started... (Junjaeng means war.)

Winter Hanbok (with square sleeves): If you thought the Japanese invented that "square sleeve" look, you're wrong. Koreans did! Yeah! Anyways, very similiar in appearance to a kimono, this was usually an overcoat used by royalty and nobles (yangban) during the Choson Dynasty (1392-1910). It has a name to it but I can't remember. Kazuma wears a black version of the hanbok this throughout the beginning chapters of the story.

Tae Guk Gi: The South Korean flag, also used to be the flag the unified Koreas used before Japanese occupation in Korea (1910-1945).

Eum Yang: Korean's version of China's Yin-Yang, this yang is red on top and blue on bottom. Also more commonly known as the "Tae Guk".

Geom: Literally means "Sword" in Korean. This type of sword usually has a straight, double-edged blade and used by troops, yangban, and legendary Korean warriors throughout the Korean Dynasties. The appearance looks very similar to a Chinese Tai-Chi blade, except you could use this kickbutt thing one handed or dual-wield it! Swords were just held in the hand by Korean warriors and swords were NOT an art in China or Korea, unlike in Japan. They were used to defend teh nation! Tassels were favored by most Choson troops and you could see them on nearly all weapons. The handle and scabbard are "geom-jaru" and "geom-jip" respectively. The single-edged Korean sword (or knife) is called a "do". An interesting fact about Korean swords was they have no "blood groove" (as on Japanese katanas) and I quote from a Korean swordsmaster: "Japanese swords were made for killing, whereas Korean swords were made for saving".

"Hyeong": means "Elder brother", only used if you're a guy and has an older brother. The female variant is "Ohpa".

"Omma": means "Mom" or "Mommy", use this informally to address your mother. I used this term when my mother was still alive... I still use it when I visit her grave.

"-nim": a Korean honorific, equivalent to the Japanese "-sama" or "-san".

"Janggun": a Republic of Korea Army (ROKA) rank, equivalent to USA's General

"Mwo?": translates to "What?".

"Wae": Why?

"Uri": We

"Uri gahedae": roughly translates to "We have to go."

"Omo-nim... nuoh yaksohk haesohyoh...": translates to "Mother, you promised..."

Story stuff and weapons

"Moon-Seok, Yun-Chan, Yun-Sung, Yong-Min": These are just names I made up. Moon-Seok is Kazuma's Korean name, Yun-Chan is Kazuma's best friend, Yun-Sung is the corrupted eldest...driven by power. Yong-Min is some random guy who tried to kill Moon-Seok's younger brother. Long story, ain't gonna explain.

Choson Mercenaries: some random Communist irregular force I made up. These guys are uber-133t tough. Has about half a million men and women in it's forces. Supported by a crapload of artillery, tanks, navy, etc. They wear the old Russian WW2 uniform back in the 1950s... BTW, these are rogues of the North Army and kill for money. A rogue General is paying them, in case you were wondering.

ROK Armed Forces: The South Korean forces has really been downgraded in my story. The ROK Army and all its other forces were downgraded into a "defensive" state by Weyland-Yutani and the United States. The ROKs have no air support, very little tanks, some (if any) navy, no body armor, and barely any automatic weapons. They don't even have metal helmets, just cloth caps. The ROK military are best known for their brutal hand-to-hand combat fighting, basically a combo of Taekwondo and playin' dirty. Has 1 million active and 5 million reserve.

K series field uniform: This uniform Yuki wears is a winter variant of the other KS uniform. They are identical in appearance and strength, the only difference is the color. It consists of a white field cap (which is a copy of Germany's M43 field caps used in WWII), a thick, heavy, ankle length blouse that functions as a trenchcoat (think Hellsing), white pants, and black US GI combat boots. The uniform is slightly bulletproof and weighs 10 pounds when put on (Yes, you heard me. Ten pounds.). Kazuma wears this uniform in the later chapters of the story when...well, hopefully you'll find out. If I'm not lazying around. XD

KS series BDUs: Same thing above, only lighter. Color is usually fieldgray or in classic camo. Not the digital ACU crap the US is using. (I swear to God, the thing looks like crap! You glow in the moonlight at night! Freaking GLOW, man!!1 And: Velcro plus sound equals death!)

M1 Garand: You guys should about know this rifle. Semi-auto, 8 round enbloc clip, very strong. Contrary to popular belief, the M1 could be reloaded in the middle of a clip. But in the middle of combat, with bullets flying and grenades exploding, you really wouldn't want to reload, would you? Served in WWII, Korean War, and a little bit in Vietnam (mostly in Korean and South Vietnamese hands). Current service rifle of the ROK Armed Forces.

K1918A3 BAR: In case your wondering WTF I'm talking about, this BAR this a modded one. Yuki modded (as in H4X0RZ) a Korean War-era BAR to where it could have a MG style belt feed and a 30 round magazine. In the story, the ROK forces use this as their secondary LMG. BTW, for those of you crazy enough, please don't try to mod your BAR like this. This was for story purposes only.

M41A Pulse Rifle: If you have seen the Aliens movie this is familiar. 100 round (Yeah. Unrealistic.) magazine with shotgun style grenade launcher. Made from a M1A1 Thompson SMG with a SPAS-12 shotgun.

Desert Eagle: Really powerful handgun. Popular in movies and games like the Matrix and Counter-Strike. In real life this pistol holds 7 or 9 rounds. Recoil is excessive because of the violent way the slide moves. In the story, Kazuma's pistols hold 14 rounds (yes, totally unrealistic) and the caliber is .454 Casull. The bullets are high-explosive armor-piercing, just like Alucard's Hellsing ARMS. Current sidearm of the ROK Armed Forces.

PPSh-41: A Russian-made SMG used by the Russians in WWII. Used by the North Koreans and Chinese during 6.25. Holds a crapload of bullets (71 rounds per clip). Personally my fav. SMG in the Call of Duty series.