The two sat on to bench, staring out at the bay, the moon reflecting off of the once emerald waters. The soft waves of the massive body of water gave a soothing noise. Hiro sat in his shorts and t-shirt and relaxed, while Zero Two leaned into him, laying her head on his toned shoulder.
"Zero Two... I have something to tell you." Hiro killed the silence between them.
"Hmm?" Zero Two replied, staying in her position.
"Their sending us back." Hiro spoke, only to be stopped by Zero Two lifting herself.
"What..?" The pink haired girl was confused at what that meant.
"Japan is sending operatives back to Russia... to fight a failing war to begin with." Hiro continued. "I have two days. Two more days and I'm shipped off."
Zero Two sat there and stared at her beloved, her eyes widened and started to fill with tears. All she could muster to say was, "No."
The black haired male looked at Zero Two. He didn't know what to do, or what to say. His heart felt like it was splitting open, his expression changing to a face full of sorrow and pain.
"I'm... I'm sorry." Hiro quickly hugged Zero Two tightly, Zero Two hugging him and back and sobbing into his neck, her crying causing Hiro's heart to feel an even more immense pain. The distressed female continued to cry for what seemed like an hour. Hiro himself felt as if the situation was the devil tormenting him, he couldn't stand to hear his wife break into tears and be filled with the sort of pain you should only get by being stabbed and left to bleed to death.
Eventually Zero Two cried herself to sleep, so Hiro picked her up and started to walk towards the hotel they were staying at. Hiro slowly put Zero Two on the soft white bed, running his hand through her hair.
"I love you, Iota." Hiro whispered and started to leave the room, only to take a moment in the doorway to look back at his wife, and then walking out.
The toned man shimmied down to the hotel's bar and took a seat.
"Yo, what can I get ya my man?" Hiro looked up to see a small woman, approximately 5'6", sporting a long black braid and emerald green eyes.
"Aren't you a little young to be running a bar miss?" Hiro asked, his voice sounded as if he was in the most silent agonizing pain.
"Haha, shut up." The girl replied. "Got problems huh? You know what will fix that up? A copious amount of alcohol."
"For a kid, you seem to know a good deal. Get me bourbon. 65%." Hiro replied, quickly getting a glass of the copper liquid placed in front of him.
Hiro took a sip of the cold liquid and sat there in his own sorrow.
says gonna follow schedule, fucking misses a full week, ez dubs.