The breeze of the emerald bay slid by the party of four, with the addition of the sun beaming down on them. Normally, they wouldn't be able to swim here, but a few years ago the jellyfish... died. No one knew how but, hey, it's time to dive!

"Whoo!~" Zero Two shouted, running towards the clear waters, populated with people aswell as sea life.

"I'll--" Goro coughed and pointed off to the right, holding an unfolded tent and some other items, notably a cooler. "--be over here."

"I'll go help you out." Hiro joined the blonde male. "Why don't you go join her, Ichigo."

"Ugh. Fine." Ichigo wandered off, inside her blue and white striped floatie.

"You're sti--" Goro paused to cough. "--ll mad at her?"

"No, why?" Hiro looked at his friend as he pierced the pearly sand with a metal pole.

"Uh..." Goro looked at Hiro, his eye brows furling. "Huh."

The two finished up and sat down in the sand, Goro reached into the cooler and acquired two cans of lager.

"Want one?" Goro coughed, holding a can towards Hiro.

"Sure." Hiro replied, grabbing the beverage.

The two sat for a while, Goro admiring the emerald waters, and Hiro... He was watching his wife, who was wearing a white skirted bikini, with a skinny red stripe along the side and her hair held held up in a long ponytail. Hiro couldn't help himself, her beautiful voluptuous body was mesmorizing. One snap and her large breasts would be free. Hiro could just get up and tackle her right now. The ex-military man stared until Zero Two turned to him, his heart stopping for a bit. The girl gave him a smug smile and with her finger spelled out the word "pervert" in the air. Hiro looked away and took a sip from his lager.

Goro on the other hand looked as if he was staring into the abyss, a faint sorrow plastered his face. The blonde male jumped when Hiro put a hand on his shoulder.

"Those days are behind you, Goro." Hiro spoke with a soft voice.

Goro took a few seconds before replying. "I just... I can't believe I'm not dead..."

"I should be dead." Hiro replied.

Goro looked over at his friend. "What...?"

Hiro looked into Goro's dark yellow eyes. "Let me tell you then." The black haired male started to speak about the past.

Hiro wasted all his ammunition, killing man after man. He looked down to Goro, who should surely be dead until he heard his gasping.

"G-Goro?" Hiro's eyes widened and he got down and propped his friend up.

"Shit... Goro, hang in there man!" Hiro took out his field dressing amd started to cover the wound.

"Hiro..." Goro coughed, his breathing coarse and muffled from blood and the salivation of his mouth.

"Don't speak man... I'm getting you out of here... Just hold on..." Hiro replied with his panicking voice.

Hiro finished dressing Goro up, and started to drag him, the blood of his friend staining his flektarn clothing. All Hiro knew about his allies was that the nearest encampment, directly on the outskirts of Khabarovsk. A massive problem stood between them and salvation however, and that was the enemy. In order to get through alive he would have to go around the enemy lines.

"Here we go Goro... Just hang in there." Hiro spoke and started the shortest and longest journey through hell.

The trek seemed like forever, as the biting cold hit both of them like missiles and the deep snow slowly them down. Atleast an hour of walking was needed before Hiro spotted his favorite sight, an abandoned Arma Strider. It was an older model, and low on gasoline but it would be enough to get them closer to home. Hiro pushed Goro into the cold cockpit and then hopped in himself, the machine stepping up and ready to move.

okay. are you ready for my excuse?

im tired. haah gotteem