Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ His Honor ❯ Moving Out ( Chapter 1 )

His Honor

By, Jamie1317kast

 

To help out the Americans in the Middle East, the Japanese govt. is sending a detachment of men from upstanding families overseas. Shigure is one of them.

 

Disclaimer: Fruits Basket is copyrighted to Natsuki Takaya, not me.

 

Rated R for violence.

 

Moving Out:

 

“ Shigure. Shigure! Are you still there?" I heard Hatori's voice on the other end of the phone line, but I… I was frozen.

“ Shigure!”

His calls finally cut through the haze surrounding me.

“ W-What's happening, Ha'ri?”

“ I don't know.”

“ Are we next?" My voice was trembling, and I was ashamed for it.

“ Shigure, you've got to calm down, you're only making yourself more nervous.”

“ Are we next, Ha'ri?”

“ Stop that. Now you listen to me-”

“ We're next aren't we?”

“ Shigure, Shigure! Snap out of it!”

“ They're going to crash into Tokyo Tower, and then we're all going to die and-”

I don't remember much after that, only thinking that we were going to die, too. I couldn't stand it. It was like a horrible boredom that just engulfed everything and made the waiting for death even more horrific.

That's when Kyo punched me.

It was only to return my sanity, which had run like Hell the moment the first Tower collapsed.

I felt sick inside. Like I was ready to puke, seriously.

A moral freeze, frozen like ice so cold its fire, really.

I was in hysterics, not exactly raving or mad, but not exactly all together either.

When Kyo punched me, I lost consciousness.

When I awoke, I was in the back of Hatori's car and he was driving me to Sohma House. He said something, I don't remember what. And then I remembered the second Tower collapsing, and all the people screaming in my head and I threw up. There wasn't much, I hadn't really eaten a lot. But it was everywhere.

Hatori didn't say anything either, just rolled down the windows.

He supported me, brought me into his House. Then he gave me an injection, something to make me sleep.

I had dreams.

Terrible, evil dreams.

And I saw all the people I had known, Hatori and Ayame and Kyo and Tohru. All the people I would know, Tobias and Andre and Jamie and Gabriel. The men who died, didn't die, went missing, got injured, went home.

All of it.

And then I woke up.

I threw up again, but my sanity was back.

 

~

 

" You're going."

Those were the words of Akito, our head of the family.

" Going where?" I was almost afraid to ask.

" To the Middle-East, so you can help those stupid Americans."

I was going to protest, that I was Japanese, not American, I shouldn't have to go fight a war that had nothing to do with me. Akito had explained that the Japanese government was sending a detachment of men to Afghanistan to support the American troops. I didn't want to go, but I had to.

Akito's word was law.

So I had to.

But that wasn't what pissed me off.

What really got to me was Kureno.

That bastard was smiling. He couldn't wait to see me go off to some foreign country and get killed, so he could have Akito all to himself.

" Oh, and by the way, Kureno. You're going too."

It was my turn to smile.

I could barely suppress my laughter at Akito's words, or at the look on Kureno's face.

Maybe I could push him off a cliff or something, and nobody would ever have to know.

Suddenly, I liked the prospect of going to Afghanistan.

As long as it brought plenty of opportunities to kill Kureno, I would go to the Middle East and fight a war I did not believe in.

 

~

 

" Packing, packing, all for me.. paaacking." I hummed to myself as I packed the essentials of what I would need.

My list;

~ A toothbrush (and toothpaste.)

~ De-oderant

~ All my legal papers

~ American comic books (Catwoman.)

~ M&M's

~ A couple packs of cigarettes

~ Toilet Paper (because you never know.)

~ An army knife (because you honestly never know.)

~ Gum (Winterfresh.)

~ A photo of my God when Akito was five.

~ A photo of Tohru, Yuki, Kyo, and myself.

~ A photo of Aya and Ha'ri.

~ A book called La Sangre De Amor, about a prince and gypsy who fell in love.

~ Some civilian clothes, pants and shirts. None of my kimonos, though.

~ An obi for good luck.

~ And a Cross, the Star of David, and several other holy symbols. (In war, you never know which God is going to listen to your pleas for life when you're dying.)

 

~

 

" We're all going to miss you Shigure-san." Tohru smiled at me, her face bright, but her eyes were somewhat sad.

" You don't need to worry about me, Tohru-kun. Besides, I don't expect to be there long. A couple months at the most, maybe. It's September now, I bet this whole nasty business will be wrapped up Valentine's Day."

She smiled, re-assured. Of course, I really thought that everything would be over and done with by Christmas, but I didn't say that because I could have been wrong. I leaned down and kissed Tohru on the forehead.

" Take good care of the house while I'm gone."

" Oh, right! Leave everything to me!"

I said goodbye to Yuki and Kyo.

" Don't destroy my house, you two."

They said that they'd try not to.

I didn't believe them, of course.

" Kyo, good luck with graduation. Don't forget, you can see Kazuma-dono if you have any troubles." He nodded, understanding.

" Yuki, don't bother yourself too much about school. Try to enjoy it, high school only comes once in a life time." We shook hands, feeling somehow, that I was saying my last good-byes and that I'd never see these people again.

I brushed the feeling aside, it was time to go.

 

~

 

The whir of the helicopter's blades was deafening. The mechanical wind ripped through me, seriously ruffling my hair.

Kureno and I hurried up the gangplank, into the two-blade helicopter. It would take us from Tokyo to India, where we would re-fuel. And from India to Afghanistan. We weren't Para-troopers, but we still had parachutes and were taught how to use them just in case.

All the preparations seemed to be ' just in case.' Like nobody really believed we would actually have to do anything.

We'd already stopped in India, and we were reaching our destination. The helicopter had only just passed over the border, when the whole craft gave a violent jerk that sent everybody tumbling to the floor.

Red noise blared in my ears, and I can remember people shouting and some screaming against the wind that had suddenly whipped our faces bare. A horrible ice-cold aridness ripped open the belly of the 'copter, and sent me tumbling to my death. I think I remembered my parachute at the last minute, and I was floating, dazed toward the ground.

I looked up, only to see a ball of white fire where the helicopter should have been. ' Shit.' I remember thinking. I'm screwed.

I hit the ground hard, and had my breath knocked out of me. I didn't know where Kureno was, only that I hoped he was very, very dead.

Dazed and confused, the darkness swarmed around me. I thought I was dying, crushed into blood and bone, breathing an acrid darkness.

So, you can imagine my surprise when I woke up.