Fanart, and Crack Fanfic (Sousuke has a baby? *Gasp*)
(LOL, I'm totally spamming this community here ^^; )
I finally finished a request picture for the awesome ubikono ! She wanted a picture of GauronxSousuke, with the theme "Breakfast, Lunch, and Dinner." And because I am the pervert that I am, this means sex, sex, and more sex.
http://pics.livejournal.com/gauronxsousuke/pic/000262a1
Rating: X. Lots of sex having to do with... food.
Also, I've started a new fanfic, "Soldier Baby "(this time it's going to be more than one chapter! Yay XD!). Thanks so so so much to ubikonofor helping me to brainstorm funny scenarios and giving me many inspiring ideas!
I've posted the first two chapters of it. (They will also be up on my fanfiction.net page :D.)
General gist of it is: Mao dumps a baby on Sousuke and orders him to take care of it for a week (due to complicated circumstances). Things get even more complicated when Gauron finds out that "Sousuke has a baby." Jealousy, rage, and stalking (on Gauron's part) ensue XD. Yes, it's totally cracked out. (I also apologize if anyone finds mistakes having to do with a baby's behavior or how to care for them - I don't really know much about it besides the absolute basics, so if I made a mistake, please let me know! XD)
Chapter 1 - Soldier Meets Baby
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Sousuke was at a complete loss. The shrill sound of screaming and wailing filled his ears, and it looked as though his apartment had been nuked. This was a terrifying predicament he was in. What he felt right now was much akin to the hopeless feeling of being cornered on the battlefield.
No, this was probably worse.
Only now did Sousuke fully understand why Mao looked so eager and desperate when she stopped by his apartment yesterday. But no matter what sort of foreboding feeling he had when she revealed her request, there was no way he could have refused an order from his superior. Especially knowing her temper. He was trapped, and doomed to follow through with the task that had been given to him.
Sousuke sighed and turned to look at the subject of his mission, who was currently defecating on the carpet. Baby Moesuke, red faced and clearly upset, was screaming and kicking, while grabbing at anything his little hands could reach. He made a mess on the floor, evidently having no control over his bodily functions. In a situation such as this, Sousuke was supposed to utilize a special garment called a "diaper" after cleaning the area of the body that was soiled. At least, that was what he read from the instructive manual Mao had given him. Unfortunately, doing so was proving to be much harder than what Sousuke anticipated. Baby Moesuke had an amazing talent for evading and speedily crawling away whenever Sousuke tried to wipe his bottom with a disinfectant cloth. Sousuke could only imagine the horrors of attempting to actually put the "diaper" garment onto the subject.
Sousuke looked distantly through the window at the clear blue sky. The end of the week seemed so far away.
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Yesterday at 11 P.M.
There were no specific missions that Sousuke was on. School was out, and the job of protecting Chidori was taken over by Kurz and Yang, as well as several others. Sousuke initially tried to be put on duty for protecting her, but Kalinin insisted that this time, Sousuke take some time off. It might have had something to do with Mao reporting that he had fainted several times from lack of sleep during a previous mission. That mission had also involved the Captain, who for some reason decided to crawl to his bed in the middle of the night and... do what Sousuke didn't know. All he knew was that he couldn't get a wink of sleep ever since he first woke up (after feeling that someone was breathing on him) and saw her face inches away from his. His instincts told him to punch and mace the culprit, but he quickly (and thankfully) realized that it was his Captain. Nonetheless, the encounter had terrified him, and sleeping did not come easy after that.
Sousuke felt uneasy about not being on the duty of protecting Kaname Chidori. He was also not used to the feeling of not having any mission or duty to fulfill. In some ways, he felt very empty.
Sousuke sat down on his bed and quietly proceeded to assemble the new MP5 submachine gun he bought. It had been a long time since he had this sort of peace and quiet to leisurely assemble and disassemble his weaponry. Maybe he could get used to this calm, peaceful feeling?
This thought was interrupted by a loud knocking on his apartment door, as well as a muffled voice calling for him to open the door. Sousuke made his way to the door cautiously, and looked through the peephole. To his surprise, the person paying the visit was Second Lieutenant Melissa Mao. She looked irritable and impatient, and started to raise her voice for Sousuke to open the door. It was a horrible feeling whenever someone's actions would draw attention to him, and Mao's loud voice had a way of piquing the curiosity of passerby. Sousuke quickly opened the door and let her in.
Before Sousuke could open his mouth to ask her what this visit was all about, Mao held up what she had been holding in her hands in front of him.
The thing stared at Sousuke.
“Ma ma,” it said.
"What is that?" Sousuke asked after a moment of silence.
"A terrorist, Sousuke. Can't you tell? Damn, have you really been living under a rock all these years? It's a baby."
Another pause.
"Wait... don't tell me you actually believed me when I said it was a terrorist?" Mao looked like she was on the verge of laughing uncontrollably.
"No, that's not what I thought. I was wondering why you would bring that to my apartment," Sousuke replied in a clipped manner. In reality, he actually did feel his heart jump when Mao told him it was a terrorist. But he would rather not admit that, as he was well aware that Mao was a rather petty person when it came to flaunting the fact that she was right.
"Anyways Sousuke, I'm in a tight situation here. You have to help me out. You see - I have a cousin whose husband works in Mithril. We've never been all that close, and to put things bluntly, she's a pain in the ass. A total selfish, whiny bitch - definitely got it from my old man's side. Apparently, she got into a fight with her husband and decided to run away to spite him. Being the drama queen she is, she decided to involve their kid in her petty "revenge" - so wouldn't you know that it's just my luck that she decided to leave him outside of my living quarters. And, well, to get more to the point - she dumped her kid on me. The problem is that her husband left to go on a mission the same day she did this, so I can't even give the kid to him. And right now, with all the reports I have to write up and the problems we've been having with that terrorist group in Sudan, I just don't have time. In fact, I'm on my way right now to a briefing. Sousuke, I swear, it'll only be one week."
All the words of complaint and desperation came flooding out of Mao, and Sousuke had a hard time following.
"What I mean to say is - Sousuke, I want you to take care of this kid while I'm gone. His name is Baby Moesuke - at least, that's what his mother calls him. And I won't take no for an answer."
Sousuke didn't know what to think. Or perhaps a more accurate way of putting it would be that he didn't have time to think. Seizing on his hesitation, Mao quickly transferred a plastic bag into Sousuke's hand. She cheerfully explained that the bag contained supplies (including a how-to manual for taking care of a baby) which she picked up on her way to the apartment, and they were to be used for taking care of the baby. She then transferred Baby Moesuke into Sousuke's arms. Clapping her hands together and sheepishly thanking Sousuke for his trouble, the Second Lieutenant made her way out of his apartment, leaving a completely baffled Sousuke.
Sousuke looked down, and his eyes met with the baby he was awkwardly holding.
"Mama!" Came the reply from a very happy baby.
Sousuke looked away, flustered. He was unsure of how to respond. He had never been taught the protocol of how to properly address a baby, or even how he should expect the baby to address him. He got the feeling that it wasn't supposed to be "Mama."
"Listen Baby Moesuke, from now until the end of this week, you have been placed under my watch. Here and for this duration, you are to address me as Sergeant. Am I understood?"
"Mama!" came the reply from the very happy baby.
It looked to be rather hopeless. The subject was not listening to him at all.
Of course, it only took a moment for Sousuke to realize that proper naming protocol was not the most important issue at the moment. A horrible stench assailed Sousuke's nostrils. This stench was reminiscent of Soman nerve gas. Shit. At a time like this? Holding the subject close to him, Sousuke threw himself to the ground and rolled. He quickly made his way to the bedroom, and hid under the bed. Several minutes passed with no movement. And why was it that under the bed the smell was far more concentrated?
Baby Moesuke seemed to be finding the situation very amusing. He giggled a lot, which made Sousuke want to hit him for constantly threatening their cover.
Several more minutes passed. Was Sousuke wrong? He cautiously made his way out from under the bed. Odd, the smell is actually less concentrated out here. It was after Sousuke looked down and inspected the baby in his arms that he realized his apartment had not been under attack. It also became clear to Sousuke that the subject was not, in fact, wearing brown pants. Perhaps this explained why Mao was holding the subject by the waist, instead of from the bottom the way Sousuke was.
Sousuke never had to deal with someone who defecated without care. He decided that the best course of action before doing anything would be to refer to the special manual Mao left behind. After all, it would be unwise to dive into action without any knowledge. Taking precautions like this are what determine the difference between life and death on the battlefield. Unfortunately, the manual was quite thick, and it took Sousuke five hours to go through the entire thing. It was also far more confusing than any textbook he had read during his time at Jindai High. By the time he finished it, Baby Moesuke started to cry, and was crawling around the apartment. Huge, lumpy trails of brown followed his path.
Worst of all, Baby Moesuke was now in such a crabby mood that it would take Sousuke another two hours of effort to clean him up and put the special "diaper" garment on.
It was going to be a long week for Sousuke.
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Chapter 2 - Awakening the "Soldier Spirit"
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Sousuke never thought of having breakfast as a difficult task. He would follow the simple steps of opening an M.R.E. and heating it with the flameless ration heater. When he was in a hurry, he would sometimes sustain himself with a HOOAH! Bar.
Today was different, though. He had the added responsibility of feeding the subject of his mission, Baby Moesuke. Unfortunately, Baby Moesuke was completely unwilling to consume the special bottled "baby food" provided by Mao. Sousuke could not fathom why Baby Moesuke would be so unwilling to eat. The subject did not appear to suffer the typical trauma found in the people Sousuke was ordered to protect in the past. During previous missions, if the subject was unwilling to eat when told to, Sousuke would normally force feed them (and if the situation was especially desperate, proper course of action normally involved jamming food down their throat). It was generally unpleasant, but it worked nonetheless. This was apparently not an option, because the manual Sousuke had been referencing made specific mention that "feeding a baby by force" was not a good idea.
Are these rations really that bad? Sousuke pondered. He would understand Baby Moesuke's reluctance if the food provided tasted anything like Kalinin's Borscht.
Sousuke spooned some of the gooey substance out from one of the bottles and braced himself. After tasting it, he became even more confused. The ration tasted nothing like the Lieutenant Commander's signature dish, and was actually very pleasant. In fact, Sousuke was surprised at how delicious and nutritious it was. If packaged properly, it would not be a stretch to say that this food would be the perfect sustenance for a soldier. Perhaps he might suggest that Mithril look into it after the week is over.
Feeling his own hunger now, Sousuke decided to have another spoon of the rations provided. And another. It was by the fifth spoonful that Baby Moesuke started whining and grabbing at the bottled rations.
"You wish to eat now? So you finally realize how unwise it is to refuse nutrition when provided to you. Very well, since it is part of my mission to ensure that you don't die of starvation," Sousuke said as he spooned food for the now very eager Baby Moesuke. "Having the energy provided by these soldier rations changes whether you die like a dog or continue surviving. What if someone threw a grenade at you? If you lack the energy to run, you will be blown to bloody bits and no one will cry for someone who was so foolish."
Baby Moesuke was now listening intently as "Ma ma" was feeding him. He seemed to nod at the wisdom Sousuke was providing, and the meal went quite smoothly. Both Sousuke and Baby Moesuke had a a peaceful, nutritionally filling breakfast of "baby food."
Once Baby Moesuke was properly fed and his bottom again cleaned, Sousuke decided that it would be a good time to continue assembling his MP5 submachine gun. Sitting on his bed to work, Sousuke had Baby Moesuke preoccupy himself with playing with his Bonta-kun stuffed animal (courtesy of Mao) and an unloaded pistol that Sousuke had given him. Getting used to the feel of different guns in one's hands was an important thing to do at a young age. When this child grows a bit older, it would be highly recommended that the father let him feel the difference in weight between a loaded and unloaded gun. But for right now, this would be the first and simplest step of training.
Both of them sat next to each other, engrossed in working on the object at hand. Every now and then, Sousuke would quietly explain the steps he went through for assembling the submachine gun to Baby Moesuke. Despite Baby Moesuke's lack of vocabulary, he would respond appropriately to Sousuke, having the correct tone of "Ma ma" as a response. They seemed to be carrying out a bizarre sort of conversation. To anyone else, it would probably look like they were speaking in a completely different language.
Sousuke finished his project right around the time that Baby Moesuke started getting restless. Baby Moesuke was now crawling around grabbing at Sousuke, and would occasionally try to execute a forward roll (at least that's what it looked like to Sousuke) unsuccessfully.
"That's not how you do it," Sousuke told Baby Moesuke, after an attempt that resulted in Baby Moesuke ramming headfirst into Sousuke's leg. He did not know what the subject's superiors had been doing all this time, if the child couldn't even execute a proper forward roll. Getting up from the bed, Sousuke decided to demonstrate the proper way to do it.
"You do it like this." Sousuke calmly demonstrated. Baby Moesuke's eyes widened, and he seemed very impressed. He cheered with excitement, and the way he said "Ma ma" probably meant something along the lines of "again!" Sousuke complied, giving Baby Moesuke step by step instructions. When it came to Baby Moesuke's turn, however, he still ended up gracelessly flopping over. Tears welled up in the baby's eyes, and he seemed very frustrated. He started crying and grabbing onto Ma ma.
"Stop it!" Sousuke commanded harshly. A sudden silence followed.
Taking a deep breath, Sousuke picked up Baby Moesuke. "Crying is a sign of weakness. Doing so will only make you an eyesore. A true soldier must never cry over such a trivial thing. If you are disappointed with your current level of ability, then practice and learn. Persistence in the face of hardship and death is the only way you will grow to be a real man." Harsh as it may seem, this was Sousuke's way of comforting those that are down. In Baby Moesuke's case, these words were apparently all that were needed. His eyes were burning with determination, wishing to be a "real man" that his Ma ma was talking about. He continued to practice, and Sousuke could see the slightest of improvement (or perhaps that one roll was a fluke?). But the greatest improvement of all to Sousuke was Baby Moesuke's renewed "soldier spirit."
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In a hotel in Sudan
After a long day at work, Gauron was feeling a bit frustrated. Also, bored. He had purposefully taken up a job in Sudan because they told him it meant going up against Mithril. That meant he would see his darling Kashim. Or that was what he thought. So far, he hadn't heard so much as a peep from Kashim. The entire thing made him so fucking pissed off. Sure, the job was very well paying - but money wasn't the reason why Gauron took them up on their offer. Perhaps his employers thought that that was the reason - the fools couldn't understand why else he would take the risk of the job if Mithril was involved. But his reason was not such - it was his desire to see Kashim again.
After interrogating some captured Mithril soldiers, it finally came out. URUZ-7, or whatever the hell Kashim was calling himself now, was not sent out with them on this mission. That old bastard Kalinin decided to keep Kashim safely away somewhere else. He was denying Gauron the pleasure of fulfilling his destined meeting with Kashim. In a fit of rage, Gauron messily killed the soldiers. He knew his employers were annoyed with him about that, but he didn't care. For Gauron, the job suddenly lost most of its appeal.
His whole day - no, his whole week was now ruined. He decided that after today, he would quit this distasteful side job. In terms of money, he had more than enough of it. He would rather not waste precious time away from Kashim if he could help it. Fucking Yu Lan wasn't helping his mood much, either. It helped a bit with the tension, but that was it.
Yu Lan was crying out passionately. She only got that way when Gauron did her. "I love you Sensei!" she would gasp. Love. What a joke. Or perhaps she really did. Gauron never cared enough to try and find out the distinction of whether Yu Lan "loved" him, or whether it was just lust. Either way, he ensured loyalty from her by fucking her and making her think it was was love. Gauron was sure about one thing, though: what he felt for Kashim was love. Love of the purest form. He would feel as passionately for Kashim when the boy is alive as when the boy is dead. Granted, Kashim didn't seem to be very touched when he told him that... but perhaps Gauron wasn't expressing himself properly at the moment. Indeed, Kashim was an addiction for Gauron. Ever since he first saw the boy in Afghanistan, he couldn't stop thinking about him. Whenever Gauron would fuck anyone, he would imagine he was doing Kashim. He wished right now that the person he was doing was Kashim.
A cry of ecstasy came from Yu Lan, signaling that she climaxed. It was at this moment that Yu Fan came in. "Pardon my intrusion, Sensei. It's about Kashim - I received information on his location, and what he is up to. If now is not a good time, I can - "
"No, now is fine. Where is he?" Gauron interrupted, his heart beating like crazy at the mention of his darling. Yu Fan was slightly taken aback by how eager Gauron was, if not a bit sad that her Sensei cared so much for Kashim compared to both sisters. But she continued.
"He is currently staying inside his apartment in Japan. His commanding officer - a woman named Mao - stopped by his apartment briefly, but aside from that, Kashim has had no contact with anyone else. He has not left the apartment these past few days, although... loud screams can be heard from inside his apartment every now and then."
"Continue keeping a close watch on him. Report to me if he does anything different." If Kashim was simply staying put in his apartment, that would make things much easier on Gauron. It would give Gauron enough time to finish matters that needed to be dealt with here. And once things have been tidied up, Gauron would pay Kashim a visit. Gauron could hardly wait - he felt giddy. He wanted to see Kashim. Fantasizing about how their meeting might go, Gauron climaxed.
Kashim, I know that you're miserable, locked up by those weaklings inside that stupid civilian apartment. We're two of a kind - the only ones left in this wretched world. You are at your most beautiful when you're free and in battle, killing those who oppose you. Wait for me, Darling.
I finally finished a request picture for the awesome ubikono ! She wanted a picture of GauronxSousuke, with the theme "Breakfast, Lunch, and Dinner." And because I am the pervert that I am, this means sex, sex, and more sex.
http://pics.livejournal.com/gauronxsousuke/pic/000262a1
Rating: X. Lots of sex having to do with... food.
Also, I've started a new fanfic, "Soldier Baby "(this time it's going to be more than one chapter! Yay XD!). Thanks so so so much to ubikonofor helping me to brainstorm funny scenarios and giving me many inspiring ideas!
I've posted the first two chapters of it. (They will also be up on my fanfiction.net page :D.)
General gist of it is: Mao dumps a baby on Sousuke and orders him to take care of it for a week (due to complicated circumstances). Things get even more complicated when Gauron finds out that "Sousuke has a baby." Jealousy, rage, and stalking (on Gauron's part) ensue XD. Yes, it's totally cracked out. (I also apologize if anyone finds mistakes having to do with a baby's behavior or how to care for them - I don't really know much about it besides the absolute basics, so if I made a mistake, please let me know! XD)
Chapter 1 - Soldier Meets Baby
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Sousuke was at a complete loss. The shrill sound of screaming and wailing filled his ears, and it looked as though his apartment had been nuked. This was a terrifying predicament he was in. What he felt right now was much akin to the hopeless feeling of being cornered on the battlefield.
No, this was probably worse.
Only now did Sousuke fully understand why Mao looked so eager and desperate when she stopped by his apartment yesterday. But no matter what sort of foreboding feeling he had when she revealed her request, there was no way he could have refused an order from his superior. Especially knowing her temper. He was trapped, and doomed to follow through with the task that had been given to him.
Sousuke sighed and turned to look at the subject of his mission, who was currently defecating on the carpet. Baby Moesuke, red faced and clearly upset, was screaming and kicking, while grabbing at anything his little hands could reach. He made a mess on the floor, evidently having no control over his bodily functions. In a situation such as this, Sousuke was supposed to utilize a special garment called a "diaper" after cleaning the area of the body that was soiled. At least, that was what he read from the instructive manual Mao had given him. Unfortunately, doing so was proving to be much harder than what Sousuke anticipated. Baby Moesuke had an amazing talent for evading and speedily crawling away whenever Sousuke tried to wipe his bottom with a disinfectant cloth. Sousuke could only imagine the horrors of attempting to actually put the "diaper" garment onto the subject.
Sousuke looked distantly through the window at the clear blue sky. The end of the week seemed so far away.
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Yesterday at 11 P.M.
There were no specific missions that Sousuke was on. School was out, and the job of protecting Chidori was taken over by Kurz and Yang, as well as several others. Sousuke initially tried to be put on duty for protecting her, but Kalinin insisted that this time, Sousuke take some time off. It might have had something to do with Mao reporting that he had fainted several times from lack of sleep during a previous mission. That mission had also involved the Captain, who for some reason decided to crawl to his bed in the middle of the night and... do what Sousuke didn't know. All he knew was that he couldn't get a wink of sleep ever since he first woke up (after feeling that someone was breathing on him) and saw her face inches away from his. His instincts told him to punch and mace the culprit, but he quickly (and thankfully) realized that it was his Captain. Nonetheless, the encounter had terrified him, and sleeping did not come easy after that.
Sousuke felt uneasy about not being on the duty of protecting Kaname Chidori. He was also not used to the feeling of not having any mission or duty to fulfill. In some ways, he felt very empty.
Sousuke sat down on his bed and quietly proceeded to assemble the new MP5 submachine gun he bought. It had been a long time since he had this sort of peace and quiet to leisurely assemble and disassemble his weaponry. Maybe he could get used to this calm, peaceful feeling?
This thought was interrupted by a loud knocking on his apartment door, as well as a muffled voice calling for him to open the door. Sousuke made his way to the door cautiously, and looked through the peephole. To his surprise, the person paying the visit was Second Lieutenant Melissa Mao. She looked irritable and impatient, and started to raise her voice for Sousuke to open the door. It was a horrible feeling whenever someone's actions would draw attention to him, and Mao's loud voice had a way of piquing the curiosity of passerby. Sousuke quickly opened the door and let her in.
Before Sousuke could open his mouth to ask her what this visit was all about, Mao held up what she had been holding in her hands in front of him.
The thing stared at Sousuke.
“Ma ma,” it said.
"What is that?" Sousuke asked after a moment of silence.
"A terrorist, Sousuke. Can't you tell? Damn, have you really been living under a rock all these years? It's a baby."
Another pause.
"Wait... don't tell me you actually believed me when I said it was a terrorist?" Mao looked like she was on the verge of laughing uncontrollably.
"No, that's not what I thought. I was wondering why you would bring that to my apartment," Sousuke replied in a clipped manner. In reality, he actually did feel his heart jump when Mao told him it was a terrorist. But he would rather not admit that, as he was well aware that Mao was a rather petty person when it came to flaunting the fact that she was right.
"Anyways Sousuke, I'm in a tight situation here. You have to help me out. You see - I have a cousin whose husband works in Mithril. We've never been all that close, and to put things bluntly, she's a pain in the ass. A total selfish, whiny bitch - definitely got it from my old man's side. Apparently, she got into a fight with her husband and decided to run away to spite him. Being the drama queen she is, she decided to involve their kid in her petty "revenge" - so wouldn't you know that it's just my luck that she decided to leave him outside of my living quarters. And, well, to get more to the point - she dumped her kid on me. The problem is that her husband left to go on a mission the same day she did this, so I can't even give the kid to him. And right now, with all the reports I have to write up and the problems we've been having with that terrorist group in Sudan, I just don't have time. In fact, I'm on my way right now to a briefing. Sousuke, I swear, it'll only be one week."
All the words of complaint and desperation came flooding out of Mao, and Sousuke had a hard time following.
"What I mean to say is - Sousuke, I want you to take care of this kid while I'm gone. His name is Baby Moesuke - at least, that's what his mother calls him. And I won't take no for an answer."
Sousuke didn't know what to think. Or perhaps a more accurate way of putting it would be that he didn't have time to think. Seizing on his hesitation, Mao quickly transferred a plastic bag into Sousuke's hand. She cheerfully explained that the bag contained supplies (including a how-to manual for taking care of a baby) which she picked up on her way to the apartment, and they were to be used for taking care of the baby. She then transferred Baby Moesuke into Sousuke's arms. Clapping her hands together and sheepishly thanking Sousuke for his trouble, the Second Lieutenant made her way out of his apartment, leaving a completely baffled Sousuke.
Sousuke looked down, and his eyes met with the baby he was awkwardly holding.
"Mama!" Came the reply from a very happy baby.
Sousuke looked away, flustered. He was unsure of how to respond. He had never been taught the protocol of how to properly address a baby, or even how he should expect the baby to address him. He got the feeling that it wasn't supposed to be "Mama."
"Listen Baby Moesuke, from now until the end of this week, you have been placed under my watch. Here and for this duration, you are to address me as Sergeant. Am I understood?"
"Mama!" came the reply from the very happy baby.
It looked to be rather hopeless. The subject was not listening to him at all.
Of course, it only took a moment for Sousuke to realize that proper naming protocol was not the most important issue at the moment. A horrible stench assailed Sousuke's nostrils. This stench was reminiscent of Soman nerve gas. Shit. At a time like this? Holding the subject close to him, Sousuke threw himself to the ground and rolled. He quickly made his way to the bedroom, and hid under the bed. Several minutes passed with no movement. And why was it that under the bed the smell was far more concentrated?
Baby Moesuke seemed to be finding the situation very amusing. He giggled a lot, which made Sousuke want to hit him for constantly threatening their cover.
Several more minutes passed. Was Sousuke wrong? He cautiously made his way out from under the bed. Odd, the smell is actually less concentrated out here. It was after Sousuke looked down and inspected the baby in his arms that he realized his apartment had not been under attack. It also became clear to Sousuke that the subject was not, in fact, wearing brown pants. Perhaps this explained why Mao was holding the subject by the waist, instead of from the bottom the way Sousuke was.
Sousuke never had to deal with someone who defecated without care. He decided that the best course of action before doing anything would be to refer to the special manual Mao left behind. After all, it would be unwise to dive into action without any knowledge. Taking precautions like this are what determine the difference between life and death on the battlefield. Unfortunately, the manual was quite thick, and it took Sousuke five hours to go through the entire thing. It was also far more confusing than any textbook he had read during his time at Jindai High. By the time he finished it, Baby Moesuke started to cry, and was crawling around the apartment. Huge, lumpy trails of brown followed his path.
Worst of all, Baby Moesuke was now in such a crabby mood that it would take Sousuke another two hours of effort to clean him up and put the special "diaper" garment on.
It was going to be a long week for Sousuke.
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Chapter 2 - Awakening the "Soldier Spirit"
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Sousuke never thought of having breakfast as a difficult task. He would follow the simple steps of opening an M.R.E. and heating it with the flameless ration heater. When he was in a hurry, he would sometimes sustain himself with a HOOAH! Bar.
Today was different, though. He had the added responsibility of feeding the subject of his mission, Baby Moesuke. Unfortunately, Baby Moesuke was completely unwilling to consume the special bottled "baby food" provided by Mao. Sousuke could not fathom why Baby Moesuke would be so unwilling to eat. The subject did not appear to suffer the typical trauma found in the people Sousuke was ordered to protect in the past. During previous missions, if the subject was unwilling to eat when told to, Sousuke would normally force feed them (and if the situation was especially desperate, proper course of action normally involved jamming food down their throat). It was generally unpleasant, but it worked nonetheless. This was apparently not an option, because the manual Sousuke had been referencing made specific mention that "feeding a baby by force" was not a good idea.
Are these rations really that bad? Sousuke pondered. He would understand Baby Moesuke's reluctance if the food provided tasted anything like Kalinin's Borscht.
Sousuke spooned some of the gooey substance out from one of the bottles and braced himself. After tasting it, he became even more confused. The ration tasted nothing like the Lieutenant Commander's signature dish, and was actually very pleasant. In fact, Sousuke was surprised at how delicious and nutritious it was. If packaged properly, it would not be a stretch to say that this food would be the perfect sustenance for a soldier. Perhaps he might suggest that Mithril look into it after the week is over.
Feeling his own hunger now, Sousuke decided to have another spoon of the rations provided. And another. It was by the fifth spoonful that Baby Moesuke started whining and grabbing at the bottled rations.
"You wish to eat now? So you finally realize how unwise it is to refuse nutrition when provided to you. Very well, since it is part of my mission to ensure that you don't die of starvation," Sousuke said as he spooned food for the now very eager Baby Moesuke. "Having the energy provided by these soldier rations changes whether you die like a dog or continue surviving. What if someone threw a grenade at you? If you lack the energy to run, you will be blown to bloody bits and no one will cry for someone who was so foolish."
Baby Moesuke was now listening intently as "Ma ma" was feeding him. He seemed to nod at the wisdom Sousuke was providing, and the meal went quite smoothly. Both Sousuke and Baby Moesuke had a a peaceful, nutritionally filling breakfast of "baby food."
Once Baby Moesuke was properly fed and his bottom again cleaned, Sousuke decided that it would be a good time to continue assembling his MP5 submachine gun. Sitting on his bed to work, Sousuke had Baby Moesuke preoccupy himself with playing with his Bonta-kun stuffed animal (courtesy of Mao) and an unloaded pistol that Sousuke had given him. Getting used to the feel of different guns in one's hands was an important thing to do at a young age. When this child grows a bit older, it would be highly recommended that the father let him feel the difference in weight between a loaded and unloaded gun. But for right now, this would be the first and simplest step of training.
Both of them sat next to each other, engrossed in working on the object at hand. Every now and then, Sousuke would quietly explain the steps he went through for assembling the submachine gun to Baby Moesuke. Despite Baby Moesuke's lack of vocabulary, he would respond appropriately to Sousuke, having the correct tone of "Ma ma" as a response. They seemed to be carrying out a bizarre sort of conversation. To anyone else, it would probably look like they were speaking in a completely different language.
Sousuke finished his project right around the time that Baby Moesuke started getting restless. Baby Moesuke was now crawling around grabbing at Sousuke, and would occasionally try to execute a forward roll (at least that's what it looked like to Sousuke) unsuccessfully.
"That's not how you do it," Sousuke told Baby Moesuke, after an attempt that resulted in Baby Moesuke ramming headfirst into Sousuke's leg. He did not know what the subject's superiors had been doing all this time, if the child couldn't even execute a proper forward roll. Getting up from the bed, Sousuke decided to demonstrate the proper way to do it.
"You do it like this." Sousuke calmly demonstrated. Baby Moesuke's eyes widened, and he seemed very impressed. He cheered with excitement, and the way he said "Ma ma" probably meant something along the lines of "again!" Sousuke complied, giving Baby Moesuke step by step instructions. When it came to Baby Moesuke's turn, however, he still ended up gracelessly flopping over. Tears welled up in the baby's eyes, and he seemed very frustrated. He started crying and grabbing onto Ma ma.
"Stop it!" Sousuke commanded harshly. A sudden silence followed.
Taking a deep breath, Sousuke picked up Baby Moesuke. "Crying is a sign of weakness. Doing so will only make you an eyesore. A true soldier must never cry over such a trivial thing. If you are disappointed with your current level of ability, then practice and learn. Persistence in the face of hardship and death is the only way you will grow to be a real man." Harsh as it may seem, this was Sousuke's way of comforting those that are down. In Baby Moesuke's case, these words were apparently all that were needed. His eyes were burning with determination, wishing to be a "real man" that his Ma ma was talking about. He continued to practice, and Sousuke could see the slightest of improvement (or perhaps that one roll was a fluke?). But the greatest improvement of all to Sousuke was Baby Moesuke's renewed "soldier spirit."
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In a hotel in Sudan
After a long day at work, Gauron was feeling a bit frustrated. Also, bored. He had purposefully taken up a job in Sudan because they told him it meant going up against Mithril. That meant he would see his darling Kashim. Or that was what he thought. So far, he hadn't heard so much as a peep from Kashim. The entire thing made him so fucking pissed off. Sure, the job was very well paying - but money wasn't the reason why Gauron took them up on their offer. Perhaps his employers thought that that was the reason - the fools couldn't understand why else he would take the risk of the job if Mithril was involved. But his reason was not such - it was his desire to see Kashim again.
After interrogating some captured Mithril soldiers, it finally came out. URUZ-7, or whatever the hell Kashim was calling himself now, was not sent out with them on this mission. That old bastard Kalinin decided to keep Kashim safely away somewhere else. He was denying Gauron the pleasure of fulfilling his destined meeting with Kashim. In a fit of rage, Gauron messily killed the soldiers. He knew his employers were annoyed with him about that, but he didn't care. For Gauron, the job suddenly lost most of its appeal.
His whole day - no, his whole week was now ruined. He decided that after today, he would quit this distasteful side job. In terms of money, he had more than enough of it. He would rather not waste precious time away from Kashim if he could help it. Fucking Yu Lan wasn't helping his mood much, either. It helped a bit with the tension, but that was it.
Yu Lan was crying out passionately. She only got that way when Gauron did her. "I love you Sensei!" she would gasp. Love. What a joke. Or perhaps she really did. Gauron never cared enough to try and find out the distinction of whether Yu Lan "loved" him, or whether it was just lust. Either way, he ensured loyalty from her by fucking her and making her think it was was love. Gauron was sure about one thing, though: what he felt for Kashim was love. Love of the purest form. He would feel as passionately for Kashim when the boy is alive as when the boy is dead. Granted, Kashim didn't seem to be very touched when he told him that... but perhaps Gauron wasn't expressing himself properly at the moment. Indeed, Kashim was an addiction for Gauron. Ever since he first saw the boy in Afghanistan, he couldn't stop thinking about him. Whenever Gauron would fuck anyone, he would imagine he was doing Kashim. He wished right now that the person he was doing was Kashim.
A cry of ecstasy came from Yu Lan, signaling that she climaxed. It was at this moment that Yu Fan came in. "Pardon my intrusion, Sensei. It's about Kashim - I received information on his location, and what he is up to. If now is not a good time, I can - "
"No, now is fine. Where is he?" Gauron interrupted, his heart beating like crazy at the mention of his darling. Yu Fan was slightly taken aback by how eager Gauron was, if not a bit sad that her Sensei cared so much for Kashim compared to both sisters. But she continued.
"He is currently staying inside his apartment in Japan. His commanding officer - a woman named Mao - stopped by his apartment briefly, but aside from that, Kashim has had no contact with anyone else. He has not left the apartment these past few days, although... loud screams can be heard from inside his apartment every now and then."
"Continue keeping a close watch on him. Report to me if he does anything different." If Kashim was simply staying put in his apartment, that would make things much easier on Gauron. It would give Gauron enough time to finish matters that needed to be dealt with here. And once things have been tidied up, Gauron would pay Kashim a visit. Gauron could hardly wait - he felt giddy. He wanted to see Kashim. Fantasizing about how their meeting might go, Gauron climaxed.
Kashim, I know that you're miserable, locked up by those weaklings inside that stupid civilian apartment. We're two of a kind - the only ones left in this wretched world. You are at your most beautiful when you're free and in battle, killing those who oppose you. Wait for me, Darling.