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Hope you enjoy this chapter! :3
~ RollingSaraXx
Dear Luka,
I miss you very much. I've been so busy here that I haven't had time to write. I'm sorry for that, but I'm sure that you understand.
Just recently, our base was attacked by the U.S. (A.N: I said U.S. because in this story, everyone's in Japan, and it was the one country that I can remember Japan attacking) a few weeks ago and we're still trying to clean up. Our lunch hall and main hospital unit were both blown to pieces, and few people, including Mikuo Hatsune, were shot and killed. Please give Miku my condolences.
Again, I miss you, and I hope to come home soon. Tell everyone that I also miss them, and say hello for me. I love you.
Your Husband,
Gakupo
Luka placed the letter on the coffee table, and started to pace yet again. That letter had been received about three months before. It had been the last time she'd heard from him since.
"Calm down," Miku instructed Luka, patting her softly on the back, "He's probably just been busy. He did say that they were still cleaning up base camp." Her voice was somewhat brittle and sounded saddening. She was still somewhat sad about the death of her brother. The pinkette sighed, "But what if he's not okay? What if he's on a stretcher in a helicopter, on the way to the emergency room?"
Miku was slightly taken aback, since Luka was never one to yell. She could tell that her friend was very serious. "I'm sorry you feel like this, Luka… I really am…" Now, instead of being supportive, she was on the verge of crying. The pinkette looked up, "Oh my gosh, I'm sorry Miku… I didn't want to make you cry…" Instead of forgiving her, Miku quickly walked out the door. "Dammit," Luka muttered, sipping some tea. She had done this to many friends this week.
Giving a great sigh, Luka walked into the kitchen to make herself a decent lunch.
After Luka had consumed four tuna sandwiches (she was eating a lot from stress), she decided to reread Gakupo's letter, just to make sure that she wasn't missing anything about his absence of communication. I'll read it as carefully as possible, She thought to herself, Then maybe I'll find something that I didn't notice before. Luka then flopped down on the couch, and picked up the letter.
She starred at the letter, read every word, taking it to heart. But, the only thing that could really catch her I was the simple I love you. Luka examined it, as if she'd never seen the word before. She hadn't heard the words actually spoken to her for about a year or two. Not during Christmas, or Thanksgiving, or any other holidays, not even on a simple spring day! Gakupo was always the one to offer to be deployed during holidays or vacations… she was almost going through withdraw.
A doorbell ringing disconnected her from her thoughts. Luka walked over to the door and looked through the peep hole. It was some man in a grey suit with glasses and short, brown hair. He looked particularly sophisticated. She quickly opened the door, "Hello sir… how can I help you?" The man had a sad expression, but spoke with a firm voice, "Hello Miss, I'm Hiyama Kiyoteru… I work at the armies main home base here in Tokyo."
"Oh!" Luka seemed surprised, but excited, "Have you heard from my husband, Gakupo? I've been worried sick about him!" Kiyoteru was surprised by her bubbly attitude, but went on, "Well, yes, we do have news about Mr. Kamui…" He was tripping over his words, and was also choked up. The pinkette looked at him with a confused face, "Is something wrong, Mr. Hiyama?" "Well, I must get to the point…"
"The United States launched another surprise attack on us. They delivered a bomb disguised as a package to your husband. The package was shaken, causing the bomb to explode. Mr. Kamui, along with three soldiers and our main doctor were killed. I'm sorry, Miss…"
Luka looked at the main in horror, as if he were tell her a disgusting lie. How could he be dead? Her thoughts were swarming so much that her brain hurt. Finally, after her thoughts were processed enough, she thanked Kiyoteru for the information and shut the door. And, without thinking, she slid her back down the wall, and started to cry.
OMIGOD it's so sad ;_; why? Why did you die Gakupo?
Wait it's my fault o-o'''
Why? Why did I kill Gakupo? *forehead slap*
Anyways, please R&R! :3
