Tomorrow by Kat-lady
As I look out on the faces of those I have fought alongside since this war began, friends all, I can't help but wonder. Did they know that they were being sent to die tomorrow? That their blood would soon stain forever the sand on which they now played? History would repeat itself once more as the endless wheel turned and young men where sent to their deaths before their time. There was nothing I or any of them could do to stop it. The orders came from too high above us. We were merely the tools to be used and discarded in the name of peace.
Let them have this one last night of peace to take with them to eternity. Let them have a shred of their childhood back, as small as it might be. Tomorrow I would tell them of the latest orders. Tomorrow they would look upon friends and lovers and be forced to say their final goodbyes. There would be no coming back from this mission. I know it and soon they will too.
My lover comes over to me, easily seeing through my soldiers mask out of long practice and knows something is wrong. He lays his hand on my shoulder and with a tilt of his head asks if I'm alright. I reach up and twine our fingers together, reassuring him and comforting myself. At least I won't go alone. We made a pact, my lover and I, that when the time came and one of us was taken from the other, that the one remaining would exact as much revenge as possible before we would be reunited. I almost hope, in the back of my mind, that he goes first. I don't want him to have to suffer that, he's been through enough in his life.
I look over across the bonfire to see the Blond One finally make his move on His Brunette Denseness (my love's words, not mine) all I can say is that it's about time. With a smirk I pull my lover into my lap and hold him close while we watch the first tentative kiss turn into a full-blown make out session. 'Bed him well,' I think at the two 'Bed him well. Make the most of the time we have left.'
My love looks up at me, his oddly colored eyes widening as they take in the rare smile on my face. Tonight is not the place for masks. For once I'm going to follow my own advice and make this night count. No masks, no barriers, no hiding how I feel. Tomorrow will be the time to revert back to the bastard that my love is used to dealing with so that I can fight as effectively as I need to, but not tonight. Tonight is for the sand and stars, waves, firelight, music, dancing, friends and laughter. Tomorrow would be for the fighting and adrenaline, the sorrow, tears, blood and dying. Let the sun hide beyond the horizon forever if it so chooses, I never want this night to end. Tomorrow we go to meet our Maker and hope that He will look upon us kindly. For thus is the life of a soldier of Oz. Fighting, and that slim hope are all that we will have left, Tomorrow.
Owari
3/1/05 1:08am