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writetomyheart2012-10-02 07:16 am
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[Team 2]
Keeping up with the trend of wholly self-indulgent fics 8D And I'm not even sorry
People usually turn insane within five years of service in the military, two years if you're often assigned to high-risk missions, it's often said. And that's if you even survive beyond your first mission. Just a sign of how bad the ongoing war has become.
Yokoo's been serving for nearly ten years and counting, in the Special Forces Unit even, and he likes to think that he's still perfectly healthy, mentally wise.
But war changes everybody, in little ways that nobody really realises until it's too late. That's why they always try to keep each other cheerful and grounded, like it's a unworded promise they made long ago when they were first assigned to their teams. Kitayama still goes around pretending to be as unleaderlike as possible even when he's one of the best Commanders the army has ever had, Fujigaya still fusses about his hair and clothes and bickers with Kitayama almost daily like it's his personal goal, Miyata and Tamamori are still as dependent on each other as ever though they've both been hardened by the many battles and deaths they've seen, and Nikaido and Senga never fail to get up to some sort of mischief on a regular basis.
They're lucky their team has been intact so far, considering the many other units that have been torn apart over the years, what with the rising rate of casualties that the army can no longer write off. They're clearly losing the war, numbers dwindling down so much that inexperienced rookies fresh from the Academy are being pulled right into the middle of the battle.
Sometimes, when they've had one too many brushes with death out on the field, Yokoo can't help but stare at the bed across the room from his and wonder if one day he's going to wake up all alone in his room. He knows Iida has bigger dreams beyond the military, but he's only staying on because... Why?
Iida sighs and turns around in his sleep, the long hair he's always refused to cut falling across his face. Yokoo's lost count of the number of times he and Kitayama have attempted to persuade Iida and Fujigaya both to get a haircut, their combined stubbornness giving Nikaido and Senga's a run for their money at times. Unable to fall asleep from his worries, he continues watching Iida in the semi-darkness as he wonders if all of them will even survive to see the end of this war.
But then the next morning comes, and usually along with it their next mission, and Yokoo has no more time to be sentimental as they're rushing through equipment checklists and loading supplies onto their transports.
"Hey." Iida catches Yokoo a couple of hours before they're due to leave. "You look tired, didn't sleep too well last night?"
As quietly observant as ever, Yokoo thinks.Before Yokoo can respond, Iida plucks Yokoo's charts and checklists out of his hand. "I'll do this for you, you go get some rest." And then he's bodily shoving Yokoo off towards the sleeping quarters, ignoring his protests all the way, even telling Fujigaya to make sure that Yokoo takes a nap or else.
Sleep claims him faster than Yokoo will have wanted to admit that Iida was right.
People usually turn insane within five years of service in the military, two years if you're often assigned to high-risk missions, it's often said. And that's if you even survive beyond your first mission. Just a sign of how bad the ongoing war has become.
Yokoo's been serving for nearly ten years and counting, in the Special Forces Unit even, and he likes to think that he's still perfectly healthy, mentally wise.
But war changes everybody, in little ways that nobody really realises until it's too late. That's why they always try to keep each other cheerful and grounded, like it's a unworded promise they made long ago when they were first assigned to their teams. Kitayama still goes around pretending to be as unleaderlike as possible even when he's one of the best Commanders the army has ever had, Fujigaya still fusses about his hair and clothes and bickers with Kitayama almost daily like it's his personal goal, Miyata and Tamamori are still as dependent on each other as ever though they've both been hardened by the many battles and deaths they've seen, and Nikaido and Senga never fail to get up to some sort of mischief on a regular basis.
They're lucky their team has been intact so far, considering the many other units that have been torn apart over the years, what with the rising rate of casualties that the army can no longer write off. They're clearly losing the war, numbers dwindling down so much that inexperienced rookies fresh from the Academy are being pulled right into the middle of the battle.
Sometimes, when they've had one too many brushes with death out on the field, Yokoo can't help but stare at the bed across the room from his and wonder if one day he's going to wake up all alone in his room. He knows Iida has bigger dreams beyond the military, but he's only staying on because... Why?
Iida sighs and turns around in his sleep, the long hair he's always refused to cut falling across his face. Yokoo's lost count of the number of times he and Kitayama have attempted to persuade Iida and Fujigaya both to get a haircut, their combined stubbornness giving Nikaido and Senga's a run for their money at times. Unable to fall asleep from his worries, he continues watching Iida in the semi-darkness as he wonders if all of them will even survive to see the end of this war.
But then the next morning comes, and usually along with it their next mission, and Yokoo has no more time to be sentimental as they're rushing through equipment checklists and loading supplies onto their transports.
"Hey." Iida catches Yokoo a couple of hours before they're due to leave. "You look tired, didn't sleep too well last night?"
As quietly observant as ever, Yokoo thinks.Before Yokoo can respond, Iida plucks Yokoo's charts and checklists out of his hand. "I'll do this for you, you go get some rest." And then he's bodily shoving Yokoo off towards the sleeping quarters, ignoring his protests all the way, even telling Fujigaya to make sure that Yokoo takes a nap or else.
Sleep claims him faster than Yokoo will have wanted to admit that Iida was right.
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Because they love each otheru_____u