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Chapter 2: Training
~Hiiro Age 5: Beginning~
"You are the new recruits," said the man's brisk voice. Hiiro had been brought to this secret camp and ordered to obey every rule and even kill himself if instructed. Hiiro was very reluctant to do this.
"You were chosen at birth for this assignment. Only the top in the class will survive. If, for any reason at all, you are behind, you will be disposed of. There are only 30 of you here. Only 1 of you will pilot the 'Wing.' It was created by Dr. J. But I will be choosing the pilot. Now! Hop Two! In your bunks and in the morning you will receive your first day of training."
~Next Morning: 0600~
"Hurry! Hop hip hop hip hop hip!" he was shouting, Hiiro didn't like this man. He wouldn't stop shouting. They were marching in a single file line to the breakfast table.
"Sit!" He commanded.
They all sat.
"Proceed."
Hiiro lifted his fork and began to eat. What was up with this place? He looked around. The general came up behind him.
"Is something wrong 09?" he said smartly.
Hiiro stood straight up and put his hand to his forehead as instructed. "No sir General sir!" He said in a military voice.
"Continue."
"Thank you sir." Hiiro said quickly sitting back down and eating.
~Hiiro: Age 7~
The room was full of squealing of the boar that was caged in one end of a protected glass window. Three dogs, Dobermans, were barking and foaming in their overcoming instinct to kill the boar. Hiiro looked in horror but didn't know what was going on. He learned obedience since age 5. Now is learning violence.
The gate lifted and the boar instinctively exited. The dogs came forward and began to tear it to pieces. Hiiro looked down and grasped his best friend's hand, 08. He never liked blood, especially now that his mother was no longer there, and the reason she wasn't.
The General grabbed his chin and made him watch as the ribbons of the boar were engulfed into the dog's mouths'. The boar was still screaming. It was still alive. The dogs' fur was matted in blood.
They finished off the pig. They finished off each other.
~Hiiro: Age 9~
Now was the age for endurance. The General began to march in front of the boys who stood with emotionless 9-year-olds.
"Alright. Today is a test of your endurance. You will run 15 miles to the lake."
"Yes sir!" the boys shouted in unison, no emotion of complaint, weakness, unwillingness, or revolt.
"You will swim across the lake."
"Yes sir!" They cried again.
"And then you will trek the 5 miles around the mountain and return to base."
"Yes sir, General Sir!" They cried at his closing statement.
"Now! Slackers will be eliminated and the according boy will take his spot."
The boys lined up and stood in front of a tall slender door, which, upon the outside, was camouflage. The general stood outside the door and held his stop watch.
"You have until 1200. It is now 0700. That is more than enough time. Now. Mark. Set." He readied the stop watch, "GO!"
The boys took off. He turned and walked into the room that had always been marked 'Authorized only.' He turned the knob ever so slightly and a man opened it from the other side.
"Oh. Sorry Lieutenant."
"That's quite alright General." He said with a serious smile. "But, how is 09 doing? Dr. J went through a lot of trouble to get him. He's Omaku Yuy's son you know."
"Ah, yes. Hiiro Yuy? Son of Omaku Yuy?" The General inquired, not believing his ears.
"Yes Good old Omaku. To bad they had to do that to him."
"Yes, I agree Lieutenant. But that might explain why 09 is the top in the class. We had to get rid 18 and 29 the other day. I have not a doubt in my mind that it will be 09 to pilot Dr. J's new model." He pulled a little compact out of his camouflage uniform's pocket. He opened it and revealed a small screen. It showed Hiiro in the front of all the boys holding a good lead.
"Keeping a constant watch, huh Mr. Tuskino?"
"You can never take an eye off them. I have experience from watching my daughter."
~In the middle of the lake~
"09! Wait up!" Came his best friend's voice. Hiiro looked straight forward and ignored his friend's empty calls, which were soon drowned out by water.
Hiiro turned back. He dove beneath the surface of the water and scooped his friend up. It was not far to shore. Hiiro looked down at his long time friend.
"09. Thank you," 08 said still lying down upon the grass.
"It was no problem. Now the both of us are in the lead." Hiiro said. He looked at the loud roar that erupted from the other side of the trees. He saw the General's young black hair and his eyes bloomed with hatred.
"09! What are you doing?!" he questioned with anger Hiiro recognized as his own towards Dr. J.
"I was helping a fellow trainee sir!" Hiiro said worriedly, although he was prohibited since age 7 to show a trace of emotion. He was lucky that the General was too enraged to consider emotion.
The General whipped out his gun and shot 08 through his head. Blood spilled on the ground and was soaked up in the earth before Hiiro could Protest. The General tucked his gun back in his pocket as the other trainee's climbed upon shore. They dare not look at the blood and mess for they would get in trouble too.
The general took the radio off his belt and said into it "08 is Destroyed. Take Raku Tsurai off the list," he looked at Hiiro, "09, you are now officially 08."
Hiiro looked up at the General with tears.
The General faltered. He hated to see kids cry; well it was only Hiiro's Prussian blue eyes that made him falter. But he remembered the rule. No crying. But it was Dr. J's orders not to destroy Hiiro if a simple tear was shed. It was only necessary to beat the tears out. And he would deal with that later.
"What are you looking at? Continue 08!" The General shouted in anger.
Hiiro looked down at his friend and then continued down the trail at the sight of the General aiming the gun at him fretfully.
~Hiiro: Age 11~
Hiiro looked up with his hands at his sides. There were only 10 trainees left in the total class. Hiiro had now moved from his first number, 09, to number 03. He was now emotionless. He learned not to make friends, they would always be destroyed. He learned; do not stop at the avail of others.
"Alright boys. Today is the beginning of the intelligence course. I do not expect more than 6 of you to pass this course. It will be a challenge to those who refuse to listen." The General said menacingly. "But, then again, all those who refuse to listen have been eliminated." He looked over the trainees. "This will be a relatively short course. Only a year's worth. Then, you will be trained in Civilian Ignorance."
~AFTER 6 MONTHS~
Hiiro quickly rearranged the parallelograms, triangles, rectangles, and any other shapes imaginable and sat blankly staring at the chalk board.
"Good Hiiro! It is not a wonder to me why you are at the top of the class!"
Hiiro nodded in agreement, holding the same emotionless smile.
~Hiiro: Age 12~
He looked at the electronic dummies. A woman held a small crying infant. A man in the enemy uniform appeared behind her. The other three trainees (less had passed than the general intended) did not shoot. But Hiiro, knowing his roll, shot through the Styrofoam infant and woman and blew the enemy's head clean off his shoulders.
The other pilots stared at him in confusion. He smirked and began to continue shooting through civilians and to the enemies. The others only took the men down without the civilians.
"Come on trainees! Follow Hiiro's example! You do not care about the civilians' welfare! You only care for the side that you are fighting for!" Came the general's voice booming in the radio-ear-muffs.
~Hiiro: Age 12 ΒΌ~
"Now, Hiiro," the general said, "you are the top in the class and the only remaining trainee. I had not much faith in you to continue and become the pilot. But you have proven me wrong. It is you, Hiiro, who will pilot the 'Wing' and you will undergo a whole new series of training from Dr. J." He shook Hiiro's hand. "Congratulations."
Hiiro gave an empty smile. Hiiro felt happy for himself, although he had no Idea of what this meant.
~more coming soon, people!~
*Disclaimer: I not own, I never will own, But I wish I own.
Chapter 2: Training
~Hiiro Age 5: Beginning~
"You are the new recruits," said the man's brisk voice. Hiiro had been brought to this secret camp and ordered to obey every rule and even kill himself if instructed. Hiiro was very reluctant to do this.
"You were chosen at birth for this assignment. Only the top in the class will survive. If, for any reason at all, you are behind, you will be disposed of. There are only 30 of you here. Only 1 of you will pilot the 'Wing.' It was created by Dr. J. But I will be choosing the pilot. Now! Hop Two! In your bunks and in the morning you will receive your first day of training."
~Next Morning: 0600~
"Hurry! Hop hip hop hip hop hip!" he was shouting, Hiiro didn't like this man. He wouldn't stop shouting. They were marching in a single file line to the breakfast table.
"Sit!" He commanded.
They all sat.
"Proceed."
Hiiro lifted his fork and began to eat. What was up with this place? He looked around. The general came up behind him.
"Is something wrong 09?" he said smartly.
Hiiro stood straight up and put his hand to his forehead as instructed. "No sir General sir!" He said in a military voice.
"Continue."
"Thank you sir." Hiiro said quickly sitting back down and eating.
~Hiiro: Age 7~
The room was full of squealing of the boar that was caged in one end of a protected glass window. Three dogs, Dobermans, were barking and foaming in their overcoming instinct to kill the boar. Hiiro looked in horror but didn't know what was going on. He learned obedience since age 5. Now is learning violence.
The gate lifted and the boar instinctively exited. The dogs came forward and began to tear it to pieces. Hiiro looked down and grasped his best friend's hand, 08. He never liked blood, especially now that his mother was no longer there, and the reason she wasn't.
The General grabbed his chin and made him watch as the ribbons of the boar were engulfed into the dog's mouths'. The boar was still screaming. It was still alive. The dogs' fur was matted in blood.
They finished off the pig. They finished off each other.
~Hiiro: Age 9~
Now was the age for endurance. The General began to march in front of the boys who stood with emotionless 9-year-olds.
"Alright. Today is a test of your endurance. You will run 15 miles to the lake."
"Yes sir!" the boys shouted in unison, no emotion of complaint, weakness, unwillingness, or revolt.
"You will swim across the lake."
"Yes sir!" They cried again.
"And then you will trek the 5 miles around the mountain and return to base."
"Yes sir, General Sir!" They cried at his closing statement.
"Now! Slackers will be eliminated and the according boy will take his spot."
The boys lined up and stood in front of a tall slender door, which, upon the outside, was camouflage. The general stood outside the door and held his stop watch.
"You have until 1200. It is now 0700. That is more than enough time. Now. Mark. Set." He readied the stop watch, "GO!"
The boys took off. He turned and walked into the room that had always been marked 'Authorized only.' He turned the knob ever so slightly and a man opened it from the other side.
"Oh. Sorry Lieutenant."
"That's quite alright General." He said with a serious smile. "But, how is 09 doing? Dr. J went through a lot of trouble to get him. He's Omaku Yuy's son you know."
"Ah, yes. Hiiro Yuy? Son of Omaku Yuy?" The General inquired, not believing his ears.
"Yes Good old Omaku. To bad they had to do that to him."
"Yes, I agree Lieutenant. But that might explain why 09 is the top in the class. We had to get rid 18 and 29 the other day. I have not a doubt in my mind that it will be 09 to pilot Dr. J's new model." He pulled a little compact out of his camouflage uniform's pocket. He opened it and revealed a small screen. It showed Hiiro in the front of all the boys holding a good lead.
"Keeping a constant watch, huh Mr. Tuskino?"
"You can never take an eye off them. I have experience from watching my daughter."
~In the middle of the lake~
"09! Wait up!" Came his best friend's voice. Hiiro looked straight forward and ignored his friend's empty calls, which were soon drowned out by water.
Hiiro turned back. He dove beneath the surface of the water and scooped his friend up. It was not far to shore. Hiiro looked down at his long time friend.
"09. Thank you," 08 said still lying down upon the grass.
"It was no problem. Now the both of us are in the lead." Hiiro said. He looked at the loud roar that erupted from the other side of the trees. He saw the General's young black hair and his eyes bloomed with hatred.
"09! What are you doing?!" he questioned with anger Hiiro recognized as his own towards Dr. J.
"I was helping a fellow trainee sir!" Hiiro said worriedly, although he was prohibited since age 7 to show a trace of emotion. He was lucky that the General was too enraged to consider emotion.
The General whipped out his gun and shot 08 through his head. Blood spilled on the ground and was soaked up in the earth before Hiiro could Protest. The General tucked his gun back in his pocket as the other trainee's climbed upon shore. They dare not look at the blood and mess for they would get in trouble too.
The general took the radio off his belt and said into it "08 is Destroyed. Take Raku Tsurai off the list," he looked at Hiiro, "09, you are now officially 08."
Hiiro looked up at the General with tears.
The General faltered. He hated to see kids cry; well it was only Hiiro's Prussian blue eyes that made him falter. But he remembered the rule. No crying. But it was Dr. J's orders not to destroy Hiiro if a simple tear was shed. It was only necessary to beat the tears out. And he would deal with that later.
"What are you looking at? Continue 08!" The General shouted in anger.
Hiiro looked down at his friend and then continued down the trail at the sight of the General aiming the gun at him fretfully.
~Hiiro: Age 11~
Hiiro looked up with his hands at his sides. There were only 10 trainees left in the total class. Hiiro had now moved from his first number, 09, to number 03. He was now emotionless. He learned not to make friends, they would always be destroyed. He learned; do not stop at the avail of others.
"Alright boys. Today is the beginning of the intelligence course. I do not expect more than 6 of you to pass this course. It will be a challenge to those who refuse to listen." The General said menacingly. "But, then again, all those who refuse to listen have been eliminated." He looked over the trainees. "This will be a relatively short course. Only a year's worth. Then, you will be trained in Civilian Ignorance."
~AFTER 6 MONTHS~
Hiiro quickly rearranged the parallelograms, triangles, rectangles, and any other shapes imaginable and sat blankly staring at the chalk board.
"Good Hiiro! It is not a wonder to me why you are at the top of the class!"
Hiiro nodded in agreement, holding the same emotionless smile.
~Hiiro: Age 12~
He looked at the electronic dummies. A woman held a small crying infant. A man in the enemy uniform appeared behind her. The other three trainees (less had passed than the general intended) did not shoot. But Hiiro, knowing his roll, shot through the Styrofoam infant and woman and blew the enemy's head clean off his shoulders.
The other pilots stared at him in confusion. He smirked and began to continue shooting through civilians and to the enemies. The others only took the men down without the civilians.
"Come on trainees! Follow Hiiro's example! You do not care about the civilians' welfare! You only care for the side that you are fighting for!" Came the general's voice booming in the radio-ear-muffs.
~Hiiro: Age 12 ΒΌ~
"Now, Hiiro," the general said, "you are the top in the class and the only remaining trainee. I had not much faith in you to continue and become the pilot. But you have proven me wrong. It is you, Hiiro, who will pilot the 'Wing' and you will undergo a whole new series of training from Dr. J." He shook Hiiro's hand. "Congratulations."
Hiiro gave an empty smile. Hiiro felt happy for himself, although he had no Idea of what this meant.
~more coming soon, people!~