To prologue (Nightswimming): bar-ohki.livejournal.com/7602.html

To chapter 1 (The Wrong Child): bar-ohki.livejournal.com/7763.html

To chapter 2 (Photograph): bar-ohki.livejournal.com/8320.html

To chapter 3 (Lonely Day): bar-ohki.livejournal.com/9346.html

To chapter 4 (She's the Blade): bar-ohki.livejournal.com/10116.html
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Title: Letters Home 
Rating: Between M and T for battle scenes. 
Summary: The one person the Sergeant loves to hate is now writing him fucking letters everyday, so of course he has to fucking tell her off.... 
Notes: Please look at the situation on the  home front, or you can look at previous correspondences.

Letters Home

Tenth Correspondence
( In which war is cruel... )

            Blood and flesh splattered into the crate, smacking against Hiruma’s face and body. He let out a battle cry and his troops came out of the woodwork of the outpost, firing on Team Naga, catching the horrified team by complete surprise.

Unfortunately the shock did not last as long as Hiruma had hoped, they were already ( Read more... )

            Hiruma stared at the map, hard. He’d been tracing Team Naga by making a record of all of the battles that had been had with them. With some added information from intercepted enemy communication, Hiruma could trace in their path and hazard a few guesses at their destination. They were eventually going to attack the base he was currently ( Read more... )

In the fire light, Hiruma looked like a zombie. He was gaunt and pale with dark circles under his eyes. The high contrasting light did nothing to beautify him, even if it was supposedly ‘romantic’. A shiny, abused metal tea pot was sitting in the fire with a small bit steam coming out of it.

It’d been a long day. They ( Read more... )

            Hiruma opened up his tent with a small smile on his face. He was looking forward to thinking about how Mamori had cleverly stole him some of her father’s coffee back home. He could imagine the livid look on the man’s face when he found out Hiruma got the coffee instead. Most of his men were wondering what was with that pleased ( Read more... )

            “So who’s the girl, Sena?” Juumonji demanded during breakfast that morning. The company was sitting together in the mess tent waiting for orders. Everyone was enjoying their gruel, well as much as one could enjoy gruel. To pass the time, Juumonji had taken to teasing the other members of the team (except Hiruma). Sena, the poor kid, was ( Read more... )

                                    Where the hell’s my coffee?

Short, simple, and full of emotion. Hiruma sealed the letter, addressed it, and put himself back into his cot, staring at Mamori’s letter, upset. He felt betrayed, for lack of a better description for the emotion. He thought Mamori had known him better and had known to ( Read more... )

            It took Hiruma two weeks before he finally had an opportunity to reply to Mamori’s letter. They had marched north for about a week, then cut east for another week only to find themselves ducking into trenches to walk their asses down along one of those hell holes to meet with the main command. Now they finally arrived at the main ( Read more... )

            War is a beast, some fucking poet had said, and it hungers, consuming everything it touches.

At least that is what Hiruma thought when his company reached the rendezvous point. They had been marching through the rain and when it finally let up they were in an abandoned city. All the signs were written with foreign ( Read more... )