So in this chapter I'm switching to Shizuo's POV because yo.

Anyway thank you for all the reviews and everything.

I'm improving my writing (at least I think so)

As Izaya stayed behind, contemplating what to do if he actually WAS pregnant; Shizuo was transported to base camp a couple hundred miles away. The scene seemed surreal to him. He was gone for five days and it seemed that it got worse here. The blonde sighed and stepped out of the truck to go report to his superior. As he stepped into his superior's office, there was a grim aura in the room and it felt like that bad energy was dragging Shizuo down. The feeling of loneliness began to come back to the blonde.

His superior was a man who looked like the embodiment of war. He gave off this grim feeling like there was something obviously wrong and things were just going to get worse by the minute.

"I understand you must be confused Heiwajima. I called you here without any warning and I have to be the bearer of bad news."

Shizuo nervously chewed on his bottom lip, scared of why he was called here. "Yes sir. I understand."

"Enemy forces have taken down one of many of our bases near the border and have captured our troops. We need to act now so we can retrieve the P. . "

That didn't seem too hard. Shizuo had rescue missions before so this wasn't a big deal to him at least not yet.

His superior sighed and continued, "I also would like to inform you and the other troops that we are shipping out onto our bases near the massive strike of the enemy. We need all the soldiers and everyone else who was stationed elsewhere. It's been relatively peaceful here but with several of our bases already taken down, we have to pull one last exert of force against the enemy. We're giving it everything we got against the bastards."

Shizuo felt a big lump in his throat and he couldn't swallow. He was so nervous and heart-broken that he would be sent far away from his love maybe to just die without Izaya knowing. He nodded sheepishly and looked down, clutching the necklace in his hands. "Alright sir." Shizuo saluted him and walked out of the office. He felt his energy and happiness drained in a matter of minutes.

"Don't worry Izaya. I'll come back for you. I promise." He said under his breath before retreating to his bunker for a bit before being transported again to what remained of their bases. It seemed this war was a lost cause and it was just a waste of human lives to him. All the bloodshed for what? Territory and power? It was such a waste.

When Shizuo observed the bunker, it seemed bleak and bland compared to the amazing, cozy feeling that being with Izaya felt. Sitting on the bed, he felt like he was sitting on a rock. It felt just unwelcoming to a soldier. Izaya's home was perfect, it welcomed him and it was everything he wanted in a loving home, with his loving partner. He clung to the memories of Izaya and the town. All he did was remember their time alone together without people in the way; the meals they shared together; their playful chases around the edge of town; and just everything they did. There was nothing he would love more than to just leave this war and go back to the soft lips, beautiful skin; curvy body; rusty eyes he loved so much. The blonde sighed to himself and felt his heart beginning to shatter with every moment he opened his eyes to the cold reality of war. The bitterness and anxiety that overcame everyone. Having everyone leave behind their families to fight in a pointless war.

In his moment of thinking, the sound of the chopper began to be heard as it slowly got louder and louder. Grabbing his things, he took a second to glance at his now empty room. It was obvious that Shizuo would not sleep nor feel emotion during this part of the war. There would be no need for any of that in this last strife against the enemy.

He saw the chopper and noticed two more coming in the distance. They were really doing this. This would mean victory or die in defeat. Shizuo shook every negative thought away and quickly made his way to one of the choppers awaiting for him and many others.

There were thirty more men in with the blonde soldier as the helicopter begin to rise and make it's way to their final destination. He observed the many soldiers ready to get rid of the menace and to "kick ass". He knew that they would all fall. He pitied them because they didn't have what he had. They were ready for anything but they weren't trained to die. They weren't ready to end their lives so quickly. Looking out at the view, he saw nothing but dense forest and snow. It was in a way enchanting to see one area happy and green. A couple miles away was dense forest and bitter cold.

The chopper landed at the small pathetic base. It looked destroyed already but this was what was left so he had to suck it up and take it like a man. Once stepping out, he was assigned a bunker. Shizuo looked at the bunker and on the outside, it was...rather unpleasant to look at. The inside was just as bad.

Another soldier walked in and smiled, "Oh hey you're my roommate right? Cool. We've probably worked together at some point but hey."

Shizuo took a minute to see if he actually remembered this guy but then noticed that he was one of the P. he had to save on a rescue mission. He remembered how weak and bloody he was. Now he looked ready to fight and rather happy about it.

"Oh yeah. You were captured weren't you? I was sent with company Alpha to get you and twenty others. It's good to see that you're doing well." He was actually trying to keep the conversation short since it was getting late and he really wanted to rest his eyes at least a little.

"Yeah! Oh wait you're that guy who took down ten armed men with pretty much with your bare hands. You're a legend here big guy."

The conversation went on the entire time Shizuo was unpacking his things. His roommate slowly stopped and yawned, plopping on the bed. "Hey night."

Shizuo nodded and laid on his bed. It was cold and hard and it made him need the bed Izaya let him use. He closed his eyes, dreaming about what would happen when he came back to Izaya. He could already see Izaya's sweet smile and he could already feel the soft lips against his.

BANG! Gunshots and screams of men.

Shizuo frantically awoke, grabbing his gun and stepping out into the the darkness. Instead of relying on eyesight, he used his sense of smell. He sniffed the air trying to find anyone near him.

An enemy soldier right behind him with a knife already covered with the blood of a unfortunate soldier. The enemy lunged at Shizuo who looked back and gripped his arm, shattering it with his brute strength. The enemy soldier was on the ground screaming in pain and the blonde quickly ended his life with a stomp to the chest. The bones shattering from his strength was heard and the man stilled.

An hour had passed and three soldiers killed and ten others wounded by gunfire or stab wounds. Shizuo was sent to patrol the perimeter with three other men to make sure there was no one else. It seemed that the fighting had ceased for the moment. Minutes later Shizuo was hearing rustling of bushes and shot towards the noise the other three doing the same.

"Go check what we hit." One of them nodded and used his flashlight to scope out the area to see a dead body. "Sir we hit an enemy soldier!" The blonde nodded and let out a sigh when he was stabbed by a frantic soldier. He turned around, took the knife and dug it into his head where the young soldier fell. The three men took Shizuo to the medic and went back to their post.

The blonde didn't feel pain but he knew he was bleeding. A nurse cleaned the wound and stitched it back up in record time, sending Shizuo to his bunker. The area was secured with very little casualties which was good for the moral of everyone.

Shizuo went back to his bed and laid on his back. All he wanted was to go back...

Author's note: So what do you think? Ahh please favorite and review please.