War Kids Ch. 6
Title: War Kids
Author: jpoplover101
Pairings: None. (Or at least no JE pairings XD)
Rating: PG-13
Genre: War, Humor?, and Romance ^^
Disclaimer: None because I own ALL of this =]
Warning: Um, there's blood and death and all the typical war stuff. If you don't like reading about people getting shot and dying and crap, then don't read.
A/N: My inspiration? Watching an SVU episode and at the end I saw a little kid holding a gun. A story popped up in my head like real quick. Also, I started this a while back =] And I watched Moon Child before this =] That says enough XD
Summary: How far would you go to find the truth?
Chapter 6
I went to the flower shop and bought a bouquet of lilies. My mom used to love white lilies; it was her favorite flower in the world. She used to always buy me a few when I got sick.
One time I got really sick and she placed a vase full of them right next to me. I woke up in the morning and saw them. I knew it was my mom who placed them there. I called out her name but she didn't say anything. I got up from my futon and called out to my dad. He didn't respond to my call either. Before I could open my door, I heard our front door open. Did they leave while I was asleep? Maybe they just came back. I opened my door and walked into the living room.
What I saw next was unbelievable.
"Shinta?" a voice called.
I snapped back into reality and answered the call. "Huh? Oh, yeah?"
It was the flower lady who was talking to me. "That'll be 5KPW," she told me with her hand out.
"Oh, uh, right." I dug my hand through my pockets and gave her 8KPW. "Uh, keep the change."
She was a bit surprised since most people here demanded change. "Thanks, Shinta. Tell your parents I said 'Hi'."
I nodded. "See you later, obaa-san [old lady]." I waved bye and walked out of the store with the flowers in my right hand.
My next stop was the liquor store. If what Hiro said was true, I should be able to buy a beer without anyone stopping me. I wasn't going to drink it or anything; I just wanted to pour it on my dad's grave since he loved it so much.
I walked into the liquor store and I've never been so nervous in my life. I've killed countless men in my life and this made me nervous. My dad always told me only men could drink beer so buying it made me feel like I was betraying him.
I walked around the store, observing the cashier behind the register. He didn't seem to mind me at all. I walked to the back and picked up the cheapest pack of beer they had. I held it, looked at it, and thought of my dad. I was betraying him, wasn't I? But I wasn't going to drink it, so it's fine, right?
I walked up to the register and placed the pack on the counter. He stared at me for a bit and it made me so nervous. I was really scared that he was going to card me. Or even call the police. Shit, he's gonna card me, isn't he? Fuck, I'm not in the mood to kill someone right now.
After the guy scanned it, he said, "That'll be 18KPW."
He didn't say anything after. He just waited for his money. "Uh, how much?" I asked.
"18KPW," he repeated, annoyed.
I took my wallet out and placed exactly 18KPW onto the counter. I slid it towards the guy and he took it. He put the pack of beer inside a plastic bag and then gave it to me.
"Thanks," I said with a confused tone.
"Have a nice day."
I walked out of the store, staring at my new bought pack of beer. The bottles kept banging into each other and they made a really loud noise. I was worried that someone was going to notice that I was underage carrying a bag full of beer.
After a while, I finally calmed down. What calmed me down the most was seeing kids on the street, younger than me, drinking beer. Well this is a sight to see. It’s been a year since I’ve walked down this route to my parents’ grave and it’s already changed a lot. What used to be a nice neighborhood turned into a shitty dump hole for the poor and unemployed. The houses were made out of concrete and there was no paint to make it look nice.
The windows and doors were simple holes covered with some sort of linen. Everywhere I looked I saw posters of Kim Jong-il, the leader of North Korea. He demanded there to be a poster in everyone’s home to remind them that he was always watching. Laws in this country meant bullshit, but Kim Jong-il made sure everyone feared him.
The war he waged two years ago was enough to make the next ten generations fear him.
The dude was a real fascist; like a modern Hitler. This fascist, however, didn’t hate the Jews, he hated the Japanese. It’s always baffled me, his reasoning for killing all the Japanese two years ago. He believed that the Japanese were a threat to the Asian race and were in need of extermination. North Koreans call it “Cleansing of Asia” but I call it “the Greatest Modern Massacre.” What confuses me the most about this massacre is that it was strictly against the Japanese. No other Asian race was killed; not the Vietnamese, Chinese, or Filipinos.
When word got out in Japan that Kim Jong-il was planning to declare war on Japan, the Prime Minister begged the United States to help. Since Japan was restricted to the amount of man and gun power they could have, we really depended on the States to come and save the day.
About half a year into the war, it seemed like we were going to win for sure. It seemed like the North Koreans were really going to give up. But then something strange happened. For some reason the United States suddenly backed out of the war and retreated back to the states. They totally just deserted us. The Prime Minister begged and begged the President of the United States to come back and help us; after all, they were obligated to.
But he refused and said that this was our problem. He even abolished the Defense Treaty that restricted Japan the amount of weapons it could have. But how could he have expected us to be able to defend ourselves in such a short time? How were we supposed to recruit and train soldiers to kill filthy North Koreans? Where were we going to get the money?
Obviously, in due time we lost the war and billions, if not trillions, of Japanese were killed in “the Greatest Modern Massacre.” By the end of the war, Japan was left a dirt land and the beautiful islands were destroyed. To this day, Japan is covered with dead bodies waiting to rot into the soil.
Right after the war ended, the United States’ trillion dollar debt to China was somehow paid off. That’s when I figured it out, just like any other smart person in the world. The reason the US backed out of the war was because North Korea promised to pay off their debt to China. North Korea wasn’t rich, but the money they stole from Japan made it the richest country out there. So they paid the US off so they wouldn’t help us.
I learned all of this through my obsession for the truth. I was young, but I wasn’t stupid. I needed answers and reasons to why my parents were killed. The deeper I dug, the bigger my hatred grew. I went through hell trying to find the littlest details on the war. And now that I know the truth, I only have one mission in life: to kill the man who murdered my parents.
A/N: I hope you liked. I actually completely changed the whole Ch. 6 from what I originally wrote lol. So Ch. 7 will be when you will cry :) yay lol
Author: jpoplover101
Pairings: None. (Or at least no JE pairings XD)
Rating: PG-13
Genre: War, Humor?, and Romance ^^
Disclaimer: None because I own ALL of this =]
Warning: Um, there's blood and death and all the typical war stuff. If you don't like reading about people getting shot and dying and crap, then don't read.
A/N: My inspiration? Watching an SVU episode and at the end I saw a little kid holding a gun. A story popped up in my head like real quick. Also, I started this a while back =] And I watched Moon Child before this =] That says enough XD
Summary: How far would you go to find the truth?
Chapter 6
I went to the flower shop and bought a bouquet of lilies. My mom used to love white lilies; it was her favorite flower in the world. She used to always buy me a few when I got sick.
One time I got really sick and she placed a vase full of them right next to me. I woke up in the morning and saw them. I knew it was my mom who placed them there. I called out her name but she didn't say anything. I got up from my futon and called out to my dad. He didn't respond to my call either. Before I could open my door, I heard our front door open. Did they leave while I was asleep? Maybe they just came back. I opened my door and walked into the living room.
What I saw next was unbelievable.
"Shinta?" a voice called.
I snapped back into reality and answered the call. "Huh? Oh, yeah?"
It was the flower lady who was talking to me. "That'll be 5KPW," she told me with her hand out.
"Oh, uh, right." I dug my hand through my pockets and gave her 8KPW. "Uh, keep the change."
She was a bit surprised since most people here demanded change. "Thanks, Shinta. Tell your parents I said 'Hi'."
I nodded. "See you later, obaa-san [old lady]." I waved bye and walked out of the store with the flowers in my right hand.
My next stop was the liquor store. If what Hiro said was true, I should be able to buy a beer without anyone stopping me. I wasn't going to drink it or anything; I just wanted to pour it on my dad's grave since he loved it so much.
I walked into the liquor store and I've never been so nervous in my life. I've killed countless men in my life and this made me nervous. My dad always told me only men could drink beer so buying it made me feel like I was betraying him.
I walked around the store, observing the cashier behind the register. He didn't seem to mind me at all. I walked to the back and picked up the cheapest pack of beer they had. I held it, looked at it, and thought of my dad. I was betraying him, wasn't I? But I wasn't going to drink it, so it's fine, right?
I walked up to the register and placed the pack on the counter. He stared at me for a bit and it made me so nervous. I was really scared that he was going to card me. Or even call the police. Shit, he's gonna card me, isn't he? Fuck, I'm not in the mood to kill someone right now.
After the guy scanned it, he said, "That'll be 18KPW."
He didn't say anything after. He just waited for his money. "Uh, how much?" I asked.
"18KPW," he repeated, annoyed.
I took my wallet out and placed exactly 18KPW onto the counter. I slid it towards the guy and he took it. He put the pack of beer inside a plastic bag and then gave it to me.
"Thanks," I said with a confused tone.
"Have a nice day."
I walked out of the store, staring at my new bought pack of beer. The bottles kept banging into each other and they made a really loud noise. I was worried that someone was going to notice that I was underage carrying a bag full of beer.
After a while, I finally calmed down. What calmed me down the most was seeing kids on the street, younger than me, drinking beer. Well this is a sight to see. It’s been a year since I’ve walked down this route to my parents’ grave and it’s already changed a lot. What used to be a nice neighborhood turned into a shitty dump hole for the poor and unemployed. The houses were made out of concrete and there was no paint to make it look nice.
The windows and doors were simple holes covered with some sort of linen. Everywhere I looked I saw posters of Kim Jong-il, the leader of North Korea. He demanded there to be a poster in everyone’s home to remind them that he was always watching. Laws in this country meant bullshit, but Kim Jong-il made sure everyone feared him.
The war he waged two years ago was enough to make the next ten generations fear him.
The dude was a real fascist; like a modern Hitler. This fascist, however, didn’t hate the Jews, he hated the Japanese. It’s always baffled me, his reasoning for killing all the Japanese two years ago. He believed that the Japanese were a threat to the Asian race and were in need of extermination. North Koreans call it “Cleansing of Asia” but I call it “the Greatest Modern Massacre.” What confuses me the most about this massacre is that it was strictly against the Japanese. No other Asian race was killed; not the Vietnamese, Chinese, or Filipinos.
When word got out in Japan that Kim Jong-il was planning to declare war on Japan, the Prime Minister begged the United States to help. Since Japan was restricted to the amount of man and gun power they could have, we really depended on the States to come and save the day.
About half a year into the war, it seemed like we were going to win for sure. It seemed like the North Koreans were really going to give up. But then something strange happened. For some reason the United States suddenly backed out of the war and retreated back to the states. They totally just deserted us. The Prime Minister begged and begged the President of the United States to come back and help us; after all, they were obligated to.
But he refused and said that this was our problem. He even abolished the Defense Treaty that restricted Japan the amount of weapons it could have. But how could he have expected us to be able to defend ourselves in such a short time? How were we supposed to recruit and train soldiers to kill filthy North Koreans? Where were we going to get the money?
Obviously, in due time we lost the war and billions, if not trillions, of Japanese were killed in “the Greatest Modern Massacre.” By the end of the war, Japan was left a dirt land and the beautiful islands were destroyed. To this day, Japan is covered with dead bodies waiting to rot into the soil.
Right after the war ended, the United States’ trillion dollar debt to China was somehow paid off. That’s when I figured it out, just like any other smart person in the world. The reason the US backed out of the war was because North Korea promised to pay off their debt to China. North Korea wasn’t rich, but the money they stole from Japan made it the richest country out there. So they paid the US off so they wouldn’t help us.
I learned all of this through my obsession for the truth. I was young, but I wasn’t stupid. I needed answers and reasons to why my parents were killed. The deeper I dug, the bigger my hatred grew. I went through hell trying to find the littlest details on the war. And now that I know the truth, I only have one mission in life: to kill the man who murdered my parents.
A/N: I hope you liked. I actually completely changed the whole Ch. 6 from what I originally wrote lol. So Ch. 7 will be when you will cry :) yay lol