Chapter 2
Hello everyone. Sorry if this took some time. It IS a WWII story. Still no yaoi though. D: Anyways even though That Guy was my biggest inspiration here is the full list:
From agnph.com: That Guy
ScyStorm
Shiguya
From fanfiction.net: Tobias Umbra(read his 'Cubs' and 'A Great Day to Die')
Tears began to flow freely from the Furret's eyes.
"She had just been a poor Mew seamstress. She had had two kids who had been caught in the crossfire. She spat in my face. She looked at me with disgust. And rightfully so. Either the Germans would shoot, or I had to."
He began to freely sob, his speech hitching every now and then. I felt sorry for him. When faced with such a choice either way would leave you in pain. He spoke again, in between his sobs.
"Thoughts of su-suicide plagued m-me. I alm-most did it too."
"What stopped you?"
I didn't have anymore will power to shoot m-myself. I also c-couldn't touch a g-gun ever a-again. T-that's why I d-didn't shoot you..."
I had never thought why he wouldn't shoot me. I thought it was odd he attacked with a knife. But I remembered something now that I should have when I first left the bunker. He still had a stab wound.
"Enough crying. We need to get you to the medic."
He simply nodded. His sobs had subsided. I had to carry the Furret, as the wound prevented him from walking. The medical tent was already set up. It was easily identified with a red cross above the entrance. I had met the medic back at basic training. He was a little odd but an overall really good Alakazam. I heard a slight murmur below me.
"So is the medic good?"
"Yeah he's a great medic."
Its true. He was the greatest medic I've ever seen. If anyone could patch up...wait I didn't even know this Furret's name.
"Hey this may seem a tad odd but...what's your name?"
"Seth. Seth Thomas."
I entered the tent. I was greeted by a warm welcome.
"Ah Jacob I was wondering when you would bring him."
"Hey Mitchell. I need you to patch the wound on his leg."
"Of course." He looked at me and snickered a little.
"What?"
"I just never thought you were one for...theatrics."
I gave him a confused look. "What do you mean?"
"Well the way you went in there was insane. If looks could kill then people would combust." He made a gun with his paw. "BOOM BANG believe me it was one hell on a show." He patted Seth's leg. Seth winced. His leg was covered in gauze. "Alright come back in a week so we can check up on this. See you later Jake."
"Bye Mitchell." We almost left the tent in return to our own.
"Hey Jacob one more thing. It's kinda private."
"Sure thing." I set Seth down on the ground. I walked over to Mitchell and he began to whisper something.
"Go easy on him..."
Now that confused me. I shrugged it off, picked up Seth and left. He was able to hobble his way back to our tent. The time sure had passed quickly. It was already beginning to get dark. Warmth had always been a huge issue. Basically all we had were two some-what heavy blankets. One to go on the floor and the second to go on top. It wasn't the warmest set up but it would have to do.
Neither of us changed. Nothing to change into. We lay down. It was probably awkward for him but I never really cared. Damn though it was freezing out. I don't think it could have gotten any colder. I heard something odd...clicking. I glance to the right. It was Seth, he was shivering, his teeth chattering.
"Seth are you alright?"
"J-Just freezing a-ass off. N-No big d-deal."
"Want some help?"
"H-How?"
I shuffled over till I was behind him. I put my paws on his chest as we hugged. Finally a little warmth in this hellhole.
"T-Thanks..."
"Still cold?"
"No...just a little embarrassed."
"Oh...so how did you end up in this war anyway? You don't seem like the commando type."
"I was captured and used. I want this to just end. Killing that woman scarred me. What about you?"
"I never wanted this either. I was drafted. I remember it perfectly..."
FLASHBACK
It was just another regular day at the Sharp house. It was around five in the afternoon. I heard my mother's shriek from the other room. I ran to see what had caused my Mightyena mother to scream in such a way.
"Mom what happened???" She began to cry. Heavily.
"You've been drafted!!!"
The sentence hit me with an unseen force. I could feel my mind crack slightly. I think I was even more worried than my mother was. Fighting wasn't really my thing. Hell I couldn't even win in a fistfight, let alone a firefight. My mom was sobbing heavily. My father had fought in the First World War and died. I knew my mother feared the same fate would befall me.
Leaving wasn't any easier. I knew that we would be thrown in prison if I didn't comply. I began to solemnly pack my things, tears hitting whatever was beneath me. The trip to the US army base was the worst part of it all. My mother was sobbing. I broke my heart in two to see her like that. I kept thinking 'I'm never going to see her smile again. Even if I do come back I don't think she could.'
Being in basic training was close to how it was in the movies. Except in the movies they leave out the mental hardships. Yes, they do shave your head. Yes, they work you to death. And yes, the food does taste like ass.
My biggest problem was being more attracted to males than females. I never told my mother. I think it would have upset her as badly as this whole ordeal had. Of course, showering with the other guys. Torture. I would either wait for everyone to leave or someone would notice me waiting and tell me to get in the shower.
When the latter would occur, I had to face away from everyone. My sheath never went unloved in basic training that's for sure. Then I met Mitchell. Not in the love way but in the I-think-this-sucks-you-agree-lets-be-friends way. We had both been drafted. We both had lost our fathers in the first war. And we both hated public showers. Here's how we became friends.
"Hey."
"Hey."
"Want some pot?"
"Sure."
He was the first person I told I was gay. I was afraid to tell my mother. Parents were...unsettling to say the least on that matter. Ah memories. Those were the days. I only wish I could go back to them but no. Not anymore because I got sent to FUCKING EUROPE. Whatever.
END FLASHBACK
"And that was how I got here."
"Wow. Sounded tough."
"Eh, I got over it."
"We should probably get some sleep.
"Yeah." Sleep was no longer a problem. Well for Seth anyways. Me, being gay, was having a hard time lying here with a Furret in my grasp. But I pushed the thoughts away. It took me an hour to fall into a light, hazy sleep.
I hated mornings. I could never tell what the time was or what day it was. It all looked the same everyday. It was pure torture. Until the rest of the forces arrived we were to sit and wait. Believe me when I say sitting ducks was an understatement. Well it couldn't be that bad could it.
Well it started to get worse. Every time around my Furret friend was like going through hell then going to heaven, being rejected, then going back to hell again. Near him, time went faster than I would have ever believed someone could believe time was lost so quickly. I saw him and BAM my heart stops. Literally. Once I actually fainted from it.
Again, an understatement when I say butterflies. More like ravenous hawks pecking at my inner lining. If that was where my emotions played, the birdhouse was in my soul. (If you get the reference, kudos) Sometimes my fur became matted from cold sweat and I would sob uncontrollably without any real reason.
I was paranoid. Here's how one conversation went.
"Hey Ja-"
"AUUUUUGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!"
It only got tougher from here on out. Seth had become used to me sleeping in my arms. That was the worst part. NO not the erection part but the whole fear and war part. Everyday of sitting on my ass I always thought he would be killed in an ambush. I thought he would be sprayed around from a mortar shell. I feared a plane sent from hell would crash in a fiery death for the man I loved...
Wait. LOVE??!!? WHERE DID THAT COME FROM? I suppose it was rather hard to deny it. Love and war did not mix. It's like putting some one who NEEDS to smoke in the middle of a gas leak. It was bound to explode literally or figuratively.
If I lost Seth life would become meaningless. My psyche would crash. The death of a loved one. The only thing that can kill a man's soul. People say that when other people die, the soul dies too. Not true. Not in the slightest. When the soul dies, its owner becomes a carcass that can move. A look of a broken person stands tall in their eyes forever more until death can lend a hand.
When death comes, they will be reunited, in a passionate love that could never be matched. All of this in the span of about three minutes. One day I needed to vent. And someone saw me. Oh CRAP. No wait, it's just my Alakazam friend Mitchell.
"Jacob oh my god what happened."
"..."
"You can tell me. Please. I want to help."
"I..I'm in love."
"That's it?"
"You don't understand!" I shouted with a sickening amount of venom. "We're at war! He could be killed!!"
"I'm sure Seth will be fine."
"I don't...wait how did you know it was Seth?"
"I didn't."
"Then how...?"
"You just told me. Anyways he'll be fine. No ones attacked yet. So quite your worrying."
"Okay. Thanks Mitchell."
"Always a pleasure." He always knew how to make me feel better. Besides he was right, what could possibly go wrong?
From agnph.com: That Guy
ScyStorm
Shiguya
From fanfiction.net: Tobias Umbra(read his 'Cubs' and 'A Great Day to Die')
Tears began to flow freely from the Furret's eyes.
"She had just been a poor Mew seamstress. She had had two kids who had been caught in the crossfire. She spat in my face. She looked at me with disgust. And rightfully so. Either the Germans would shoot, or I had to."
He began to freely sob, his speech hitching every now and then. I felt sorry for him. When faced with such a choice either way would leave you in pain. He spoke again, in between his sobs.
"Thoughts of su-suicide plagued m-me. I alm-most did it too."
"What stopped you?"
I didn't have anymore will power to shoot m-myself. I also c-couldn't touch a g-gun ever a-again. T-that's why I d-didn't shoot you..."
I had never thought why he wouldn't shoot me. I thought it was odd he attacked with a knife. But I remembered something now that I should have when I first left the bunker. He still had a stab wound.
"Enough crying. We need to get you to the medic."
He simply nodded. His sobs had subsided. I had to carry the Furret, as the wound prevented him from walking. The medical tent was already set up. It was easily identified with a red cross above the entrance. I had met the medic back at basic training. He was a little odd but an overall really good Alakazam. I heard a slight murmur below me.
"So is the medic good?"
"Yeah he's a great medic."
Its true. He was the greatest medic I've ever seen. If anyone could patch up...wait I didn't even know this Furret's name.
"Hey this may seem a tad odd but...what's your name?"
"Seth. Seth Thomas."
I entered the tent. I was greeted by a warm welcome.
"Ah Jacob I was wondering when you would bring him."
"Hey Mitchell. I need you to patch the wound on his leg."
"Of course." He looked at me and snickered a little.
"What?"
"I just never thought you were one for...theatrics."
I gave him a confused look. "What do you mean?"
"Well the way you went in there was insane. If looks could kill then people would combust." He made a gun with his paw. "BOOM BANG believe me it was one hell on a show." He patted Seth's leg. Seth winced. His leg was covered in gauze. "Alright come back in a week so we can check up on this. See you later Jake."
"Bye Mitchell." We almost left the tent in return to our own.
"Hey Jacob one more thing. It's kinda private."
"Sure thing." I set Seth down on the ground. I walked over to Mitchell and he began to whisper something.
"Go easy on him..."
Now that confused me. I shrugged it off, picked up Seth and left. He was able to hobble his way back to our tent. The time sure had passed quickly. It was already beginning to get dark. Warmth had always been a huge issue. Basically all we had were two some-what heavy blankets. One to go on the floor and the second to go on top. It wasn't the warmest set up but it would have to do.
Neither of us changed. Nothing to change into. We lay down. It was probably awkward for him but I never really cared. Damn though it was freezing out. I don't think it could have gotten any colder. I heard something odd...clicking. I glance to the right. It was Seth, he was shivering, his teeth chattering.
"Seth are you alright?"
"J-Just freezing a-ass off. N-No big d-deal."
"Want some help?"
"H-How?"
I shuffled over till I was behind him. I put my paws on his chest as we hugged. Finally a little warmth in this hellhole.
"T-Thanks..."
"Still cold?"
"No...just a little embarrassed."
"Oh...so how did you end up in this war anyway? You don't seem like the commando type."
"I was captured and used. I want this to just end. Killing that woman scarred me. What about you?"
"I never wanted this either. I was drafted. I remember it perfectly..."
FLASHBACK
It was just another regular day at the Sharp house. It was around five in the afternoon. I heard my mother's shriek from the other room. I ran to see what had caused my Mightyena mother to scream in such a way.
"Mom what happened???" She began to cry. Heavily.
"You've been drafted!!!"
The sentence hit me with an unseen force. I could feel my mind crack slightly. I think I was even more worried than my mother was. Fighting wasn't really my thing. Hell I couldn't even win in a fistfight, let alone a firefight. My mom was sobbing heavily. My father had fought in the First World War and died. I knew my mother feared the same fate would befall me.
Leaving wasn't any easier. I knew that we would be thrown in prison if I didn't comply. I began to solemnly pack my things, tears hitting whatever was beneath me. The trip to the US army base was the worst part of it all. My mother was sobbing. I broke my heart in two to see her like that. I kept thinking 'I'm never going to see her smile again. Even if I do come back I don't think she could.'
Being in basic training was close to how it was in the movies. Except in the movies they leave out the mental hardships. Yes, they do shave your head. Yes, they work you to death. And yes, the food does taste like ass.
My biggest problem was being more attracted to males than females. I never told my mother. I think it would have upset her as badly as this whole ordeal had. Of course, showering with the other guys. Torture. I would either wait for everyone to leave or someone would notice me waiting and tell me to get in the shower.
When the latter would occur, I had to face away from everyone. My sheath never went unloved in basic training that's for sure. Then I met Mitchell. Not in the love way but in the I-think-this-sucks-you-agree-lets-be-friends way. We had both been drafted. We both had lost our fathers in the first war. And we both hated public showers. Here's how we became friends.
"Hey."
"Hey."
"Want some pot?"
"Sure."
He was the first person I told I was gay. I was afraid to tell my mother. Parents were...unsettling to say the least on that matter. Ah memories. Those were the days. I only wish I could go back to them but no. Not anymore because I got sent to FUCKING EUROPE. Whatever.
END FLASHBACK
"And that was how I got here."
"Wow. Sounded tough."
"Eh, I got over it."
"We should probably get some sleep.
"Yeah." Sleep was no longer a problem. Well for Seth anyways. Me, being gay, was having a hard time lying here with a Furret in my grasp. But I pushed the thoughts away. It took me an hour to fall into a light, hazy sleep.
I hated mornings. I could never tell what the time was or what day it was. It all looked the same everyday. It was pure torture. Until the rest of the forces arrived we were to sit and wait. Believe me when I say sitting ducks was an understatement. Well it couldn't be that bad could it.
Well it started to get worse. Every time around my Furret friend was like going through hell then going to heaven, being rejected, then going back to hell again. Near him, time went faster than I would have ever believed someone could believe time was lost so quickly. I saw him and BAM my heart stops. Literally. Once I actually fainted from it.
Again, an understatement when I say butterflies. More like ravenous hawks pecking at my inner lining. If that was where my emotions played, the birdhouse was in my soul. (If you get the reference, kudos) Sometimes my fur became matted from cold sweat and I would sob uncontrollably without any real reason.
I was paranoid. Here's how one conversation went.
"Hey Ja-"
"AUUUUUGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!"
It only got tougher from here on out. Seth had become used to me sleeping in my arms. That was the worst part. NO not the erection part but the whole fear and war part. Everyday of sitting on my ass I always thought he would be killed in an ambush. I thought he would be sprayed around from a mortar shell. I feared a plane sent from hell would crash in a fiery death for the man I loved...
Wait. LOVE??!!? WHERE DID THAT COME FROM? I suppose it was rather hard to deny it. Love and war did not mix. It's like putting some one who NEEDS to smoke in the middle of a gas leak. It was bound to explode literally or figuratively.
If I lost Seth life would become meaningless. My psyche would crash. The death of a loved one. The only thing that can kill a man's soul. People say that when other people die, the soul dies too. Not true. Not in the slightest. When the soul dies, its owner becomes a carcass that can move. A look of a broken person stands tall in their eyes forever more until death can lend a hand.
When death comes, they will be reunited, in a passionate love that could never be matched. All of this in the span of about three minutes. One day I needed to vent. And someone saw me. Oh CRAP. No wait, it's just my Alakazam friend Mitchell.
"Jacob oh my god what happened."
"..."
"You can tell me. Please. I want to help."
"I..I'm in love."
"That's it?"
"You don't understand!" I shouted with a sickening amount of venom. "We're at war! He could be killed!!"
"I'm sure Seth will be fine."
"I don't...wait how did you know it was Seth?"
"I didn't."
"Then how...?"
"You just told me. Anyways he'll be fine. No ones attacked yet. So quite your worrying."
"Okay. Thanks Mitchell."
"Always a pleasure." He always knew how to make me feel better. Besides he was right, what could possibly go wrong?