||Your Point of View - Blue Army's Main Base, London||

Your eyes trailed over the body of your father, taking note of the many scars on him. He never told you the story, and always seemed to
snap when you asked him about it. It pained you knowing that your father hid secrets from you.

"What is it, Soldier?" Your father grunted, buttoning up his blue dress shirt. You snapped your feet together, saluting him. "Sir, we have Intel on the Black Armies movements, they seem to be working with the red army."

Your father tilted his head to the side, nodding as he picked up his mug of "coffee-Smirnoff", a mix of the two drinks to wake him up. Taking a sip, he bitterly swallowed the drink. "And?"

You let out a harsh sigh, rubbing your forehead. "Father-"

"Sir." Tom corrected, arching an eyebrow. You bit your lip, sighing softly, as you closed your eyes. "Sir, both the Red army and Black army are joining together to attack us." You paused, waiting for it to sink into your dad's brain. He leaned against the cabinet, his shirt partly open. You resisted the urge to button his shirt up and practically strangle him with his tie, but you knew it wouldn't end well for you.

Sitting up, Tom rubbed his scruff, before looking at you. "Kuro, have you had breakfast yet?"

You paused, narrowing your eyes confused at your father's statement. as you looked at him curiously. "Uh... No?" The Blue leader frowned, shaking his head. "Go eat breakfast. I want you to meet Commander Edd and I in my office at 12 AM sharp. No later, am I clear?" You nodded, saluting him before being dismissed.

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You had just finished breakfast and still had an hour to burn. Heading up into your room, you checked yourself in the mirror. You were going to present yourself in front of your father and Commander Matt, so you wanted to look like you put in some effort to look nice today. You yanked off your scrunchie, grabbing your brush as you began to comb through the knots and tangles. Pulling your hair back tightly you made a neat bun, combing the fly aways down. You went into your bathroom, washing your face to scrub off any oil, dirt, or grease that was on your face. You put on a coat of colorless lip balm in hopes of making your lips not appear so chapped. Grabbing some makeup you never used but had, you applied some foundation under your eyes to hide any evidence that you rarely slept.

Shuffling through your closet, you tried to find a nice blouse and skirt. You rarely had any girly clothes since you preferred your usual attire of a trench coat and shorts.

Digging into the very back, you were able to find a very old dress from when you were younger. It was a dark-purple dress that could be mistaken for a black dress. The collar of the dress was high, only showing the dip of your collarbones, while the skirt of the dress went down to your knees, there were no actual sleeves, which was fine by you. It was an elegant dress, but decent at the same time. You held the dress up, trying to examine if the dress would fit on you.

Luckily, you hadn't grown that much since the last time you wore it, so you slide it on with ease. Examining yourself in the mirror, you deemed the outfit appropriate and slide on some black flats before glancing at the clock on your bedstand.

You only had 15 minutes left, so you calmly escorted yourself to your father's office. Standing outside of his door, you took in a deep breath, smoothing down your dress. You feel anxious and dizzy, before giving yourself a quick prep-talk.

"Okay Kuro, you can do this. You're just talking to your father and Uncle Matt. Nothing too serious, right?"

You mumbled, trying to reassure yourself it wasn't anything important. Yet, you couldn't shrug off the feeling something big was about to happen...

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Holy monster guarding a candy truck it was huge.

Your eyes were wide with shock and surprise as you stared blankly at your father trying to digest all the information you just took in. You opened your mouth searching for a response. You managed to string together a sentence, wheezing out the words raspily. "Are- Are you sure?"

Your father bit his lips, before nodding softly. "Yes, I am sure. You're 16 now Kuro, you're turning 17 in a few months... It's time for you to become a full-member of the army."

Your expression changed from shocked to joyous, "Permission to touch?" You asked with a lopsided grin, gripping the sides of your dress. Your father lets out a raspy chuckle, before nodding his head. "Permission granted." You squealed, hugging your father tightly.

"Thank you, dad! Thank you so much!"

He rubbed the top of your head, causing you to purr. You had never been allowed to fight with the soldiers, you weren't even allowed to go into the armory. The only job you were allowed to do was sort through the important papers and set up meetings.

The fact that your father was granting you a personal instructor to give you advance lessons in combat was a miracle - even more so that you were now going to be assigned missions. You pulled away, your face glowing with happiness.

You had always yearned to be on the battlefield, fighting with your fellow brother and sisters in arms. Now your wish was coming true for you.

"I won't let you done sir." You purred, straightening up your posture. Matt cleared his throat, raising his eyebrow. "I suggest you start heading down to your lessons - You will be training with Pendragon," Matt looked away grumbling to himself "Wherever he may be..."

You nodded sternly, before saluting both the Leader and the Commander. Turning away, you stopped when you heard your father's voice again. "Oh, Kuro, I almost forgot to give you something..."

You turned back to your father, seeing a gift in his hands. "Change into this first - It's your new uniform, custom made." Nodding, you took the gift from your father's hand before leaving the room.

Crossing his arms, Matt raised an eyebrow, examining Tom's now solemn look. "So, why did you do it, Tom?"

"Because I won't be here to protect my baby forever Matt... He's going to get me sooner or later."

A/N: h A- You thought I wasn't going to add the craziness so soon? PSYCH BITCH!

Also, for anyone who is gonna be triggered by the fact that Kuro/You are using foundation for your eyes instead of concealer - keep in that Kuro/You has never used makeup, so you/she won't see the big difference between the two nor does(do) she/you care.