(snickers at my title)

Dedicated to Ellie because she told me she was looking forward to this one the most, and that's why I finished this chapter today rather than weeks from now, haha.

By the way, should I add some of my OCs from my original stories, and if so, who?

I am officially out of high school! Awesome! Celebration!

Well, it would be, but my current country, America, is at war with my old country, Japan. They don't allow anyone to move from America to Japan or Japan to America. And even if I went to a neutral country between, the Japanese would research my history and probably not allow me in. I just want to get out of this mess. Enough people hate me here for being Japanese-they suspect me of rooting for Japan rather than America. But all I want is for this war to end.

And now I'm drafted into the army.

What luck.

What if I bump into some of my old friends on the battlefield? I hear Japan's been drafting kids too.

I can only hope.

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My first day in training..

I slogged out of my bed and started to get ready. I stopped once my hands reached my clothes though.

I glanced back. On the bunk across from mine, there was a body laying in it. One that hadn't been there last night. I glanced at the top beds, seeing the two people that had been asleep when I arrived. They were still sleeping. (How much rest does one need, huh? And d*mn, these people are heavy sleepers!)

So, I do have three roommates..

I sighed, retreating from my closet.

I guess I'm too nice.. It's not any of my business to wake them up. .. but, perhaps this will come in handy.. They'll be grateful to me for waking them up on time, right?

I started with the one on the bottom bunk, shaking him awake. He groaned and rolled over on his back.

"Hey. Hey, wake up. It's time to wake up. It's-" I glanced at my clock, "Five am."

D*mn, soldiers get up early. Having those annoying alarms going off at five in the morning.

I sighed. The guy still wasn't waking up.

"HELLO? WAKE UP, DUDE," I shook him more violently.

The person's eyes slowly fluttered open. They blinked a few times before shooting wide open.

"WHAT THE h*LL, IS THERE AN INTRUDER?!!" he shot up, "ARE FLAMES ABLAZE?!!"

"Hah? No, there's not. It's time to wake up."

"What an annoying alarm clock.." he grumbled.

"Yea, you said it. Anyway, get up already," I started climbing the ladder. I started waking up the other one.

I eventually got them all up, and we started getting ready.

We also exchanged names. The one I had woke up first was a guy named Fukushu Koumori. The person above my bunk was named Seido Takizawa, and the guy above Fukushu was Shirazu. {Should I ship Shirazu x Fukushu in this? Tell me in the comment section who you want to be paired up!} His full name was Ginshi Fura, but he said most people called him Shirazu.

"So, were you all drafted in?" I inquired as conversation as we got dressed in our trainee uniforms.

"Not really. I wanted to make my family proud," Seido-san replied, pulling his shoes over his feet.

"Sure was," Koumori-san droned, "Like I'd want to fight for a living? The only pro is that I'll meet a lot of - uh, ahem, friends. I'll get friends."

"?"

"No, I'm in here to get money for my sister. She has a rare condition. I'm getting lots of money for being in the army and trying this new thing."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that, man," I responded, "I hope she'll get better."

"Dude, if you want money, prostitution's the way to go."

The three of us looked at Koumori-san.

"What?" he asked, clueless of the inappropriate manner his comment had. He was already fully dressed, his one leg propped up on his other leg. He was sitting on my bed.

The three of us grumbled, shaking our heads as we continued getting dressed.

"What?" he repeated, "What'd I say?"

"What new thing are you trying?" I asked Shirazu-san.

"Eh, some experiment surgery. They're predicting it'll be even more effective against ghouls than quinques, but only if it works."

"Surgery, eh? Will it hurt? Or is it something small?"

"I don't know; I might be sedated. The surgery is dated in the middle of our training. As I hear it, there's three others that qualified."

Hmmn..

"Did they test everyone for this surgery?"

"No, they only tested people who were in the country's custody or getting into it. My parents were eaten by ghouls, so me and my sis are under the CCG's protection. Why?"

"Just curious. Could we ask to be tested for qualifying?"

"I don't know. Why, are you planning to get the surgery too?"

"I don't know, it sounds kind of interesting to me. What are they going to do to you?"

"They haven't told me yet, but if it helps me pay for my sister's hospital bills, I'll do anything, even die."

I smiled softly, "That's selflessness for you. You're honorable."

"You wouldn't do the same?"

"Hmn, there is someone who comes to mind.. I would certainly do anything for him. Although I haven't seen him in a really long time. I'm a little worried, have been since we parted ways, since he's.. Well, he's got some issues."

"Don't we all?" Koumori-san droned, stretching. He looked in the small mirror by his bed (Where did that come from? Did he set up a personal mirror at night?) and fixed his hair a tad. "So, you're gay?" he looked back at me.

"Dude, I don't think I want to tell you that information."

"Meh," he shrugged, walking out of the dorm. The rest of us followed.

On our way, I learned more about Shirazu-san and his life. I feel like I'm already getting along with him, and my intuition tells me he's a good guy. That assumption is only backed up even more as I get to know him.

I also found out that the four of us were all initially from Japan. Koumori-san and Seido-san moved here when they were three, so they didn't have many memories of Japan. Shirazu-san moved here when he was four, so he only had a memory or two. I was the only one of us who had strong feelings of our home country.

"Gah!"

"Huh?" the three of us looked towards Koumori-san.

"F*ck, hide me!" he hid behind me.

"Huh? Dude, what are you doing," I tried to turn around to see him, but he held me in place.

"I-It's-It's Blank-kun.."

Blank?

I looked in the direction Koumori-san had been looking in. Nobody really stood out to me. No one was looking.

"D*mn it, I heard he was drafted, too, but come on!!" Koumori-san hissed, peaking over my shoulder. I guess the person in question had glanced towards us, because he ducked back shortly after, "Eep!"

And then he did something that I really shouldn't have been surprised by.

"PROSTITUTE!! THAT GUY'S A PROSTITUTE!!" he shrieked, pointing. Finally I think I realized who he was talking about. Someone was glaring at us, and there were two women on either side of him.

"Koumori-san, stop babbling about prostitutes already! You're going to get in trouble!"

Seriously, does this guy have a prostitution fetish or something?

'Blank' was standing in front of us now. He nodded his head towards the figure behind me, "Who's that?"

"...Just keep walking, man. Ignore him. Forget this ever happened. We don't want to make a scene."

"Yeah? Well that guy behind you looks like he wants to make a scene. What, do you wanna fight too, boy?" he leaned forward, glaring dangerously at me, his hands on his hips. {Ay ay ay, it's only breakfast, and Hide and the gang are already starting a prison-I mean-army fight.}

"I just said, I don't want any trouble. Leave us alone."

"Then get that donkey behind you to stop honking his c*ck horn. He smells like sh*t. Like pathetic cum. Is he even a guy, or is he missing some balls?"

"Now that was just uncalled for, mister."

"Yeah, yeah, f*ck you, mister boulder wall."

{Hide opens his mouth to speak, but I interrupt him, "Excuse me, but his name is not John, Blanky wanky. You're the one with no weewee." [Just me referencing my own stories again ;P ]}

"How about you walk away and never talk to us again."

"How about you go and f*ck that little turd of yours in the bathroom rather than coming up on my lawn?"

"This isn't your lawn, this is the dining room. Last I checked, we're not only allowed to be here, but we're SUPPOSED to be here."

"F*ck off, man with no penis."

"Buzz off, Pollinating Bee who doesn't understand falling in love."

"OH!!" Koumori-san shouted behind me, seeming impressed with my comeback.

Blank growled at me, but a man got in between us, glaring at both of us.

"What's going on here, kids?"

"Koumori-san here seems uncomfortable with this guy for whatever reason, so he shouted that this guy was a prostitute, and then this guy starts trying to start a fight while I'm trying to stop Koumori-san from shouting insults," I glared at Koumori-san.

"Is that what happened?" he looked over us. The people around nodded.

"You insulted me back, you little c*ck sucker!" Blank pointed at me.

"Hey, man, I got a long fuse, but I decided not to give my patience to you," I put out my hands. "Better not to waste the time and thought. I only insulted you once, and you insulted me, what?"

Blank scoffed and walked away. The man raised an eyebrow at the figure behind me.

"Rather than shouting insults, why don't you get a restraining order?"

"What?!" Koumori-san peaked out from under my shoulder, "No way! No, no, you got it wrong, we just don't get along because he's straight."

"Called it," I pointed to him with my thumb, looking at my other two roommates.

"He always has girls around, so I never have any time with him."

"Oh, so you're one of THOSE. You insult your crush, making them hate you." {<<< Totally Ashton, just pointing that out there. Ashton is that type of person.}

Koumori-san seemed to deflate a little. "I.."

"I can be merciful, but you better not cause an issue again, alright?" the man crossed his arms.

"Yes sir," I saluted, but Koumori-san just stared blankly. {Hah. Blankly. I didn't mean that.} I lifted his hand and put it to his head, "We got it, sir. Don't we, Koumori-san?"

"A-Ah, yeah. Yeah, we got it. No more trouble from us, sir!" Koumori-san started saluting on his own.

The man nodded, "I would hope not." {Okay, I was never able to point this out, but this is Amon.}

The man walked away in the direction Blank had gone, and we started walking towards the food line.

"So why exactly did you call him a prostitute anyway?" I inquired, but once Koumori-san turned to me, I took my words, "Actually, never mind, I don't think I wanna now."

"Well, he is a prostitute."

"I just said I don't wanna know!"