InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Sgt. Top Dog ❯ The Candidates (pt 1) ( Prologue )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: mtg 
The military was more fun than I thought.... violence, blowing things up, shooting things, getting genetically induced super powers... what more could a guy want? (Inuyasha/Halo crossover)
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Sci-fi / Romance / Psychological / Post-apocalyptic / Action | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 05.13.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 360 | Status: Completed
The military was more fun than I thought.... violence, blowing things up, shooting things, getting genetically induced super powers... what more could a guy want? (Inuyasha/Halo crossover)
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Sci-fi / Romance / Psychological / Post-apocalyptic / Action | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 05.13.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 360 | Status: Completed
N/A: review, please, and tell me what you think... I don't own Inuyasha....yet... (I shall soon rule the world!!!!)
Yash sighed. 'Late for school again....' He looked up and down the street. He had been waiting for the bus for the last ten or twenty minutes. It was always later than he was. Just to spite him in his lateness, he supposed.
The year was 2515. Civil war was happening across the galaxy and Earth's government was winning. The only problem was that they were also losing a lot of soldiers in skirmishes with rebel troops. Yash, himself was planning to join the military, following in his parents' footsteps. The were now stationed at a satilite orbiting the Earth. From what he had heard, it was supposed to be some huge gun of some sort.
He looked at his watch. Twenty-five minutes late.
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School was.....uneventful to say the least. It was like every other school day. Work, work, lunch, more work, and gym. He had gotten an extra long detention because of repeated latenesses, but he didn't mind. He wasn't looking forward to anything in particular today. Tomorrow, though, was a different story. He was going to be turning 16 and his drivers liscense would be T-Mailed to him. He'd finally be able to break in the old motorcycle in the garage. It was obsolete to the standards of modern automechanics, but he liked it. He had found it in the basement. It was well made, so all he had to do was change the engine to a newer one and fix the paint a little. He smirked. 'Maybe some of the ladies are into this 'retro' junk...."
As he walked into the house, he looked around. A precaution his father had taught him for some reason. Nothing was out of place, so he flipped the light on and dropped his backpack on the floor next to the door. 'Won't be needing that....' He then made his way to the TV room and jumped, landing on the couch and flipping the TV on simultaniously. News first, then entertainment. It was always impairative to know what's going on in one's world, his father had taught him. And so he watched the news.
Nothing very interesting was happening, appearently. They were covering some sort of pie eating contest. He sighed, looking down at his watch. 5 minutes 'till the old reruns of those old animes came on. He often joked with himself about how much he liked old stuff.
'If I ever get married, though, she'll be young.' He smirked.
Suddenly, there was a loud knock at the door and Yash frowned, reaching under the cushion of the couch and pulling a large pocket knife from it. There was another loud knock, and Yash flipped over the back of the couch, crouching and slowly making his way back to the front door. He leaned against it slightly. "Who is it?" he asked, loud enough so that the person opposite the door could hear.
"A friend," and unfamiliar female voice said from the other side of the door. "Please... I need to talk to you, Yash."
Yash sighed, not completely relaxing. At least this person knew him. He hid the knife behind his back and opened the door slightly. "What about?"
On the other side of the door stood a young woman in a white lab coat. In her thirties, Yash estimated. She feigned a smile. "It's regarding your military application." She looked down at him and blinked. "A bit young to be joining the military aren't you, boy?"
He glared silently.
She shrugged it off. "There's something concerning your physical," she said, reaching into her pocket.
Yash opened the door to let the woman in, then ran his hand through his short black hair. "The doctor before told me I was fine," he said, trying to keep his voice even.
"Yes. You are indeed," the woman said, but she looked a little sad. "If you could.." she sighed, and took a deep breath as if she was trying to draw strength to say something. "If you could, would you join the military right now?"
Yash nodded. "Wh-?" He stopped and looked down. Before his brain had the time to register what happened, the anestesia now in his blood stream had begun to work and he slowly fell to his knees, the only thing keeping him up being the ladies arm around his neck.
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Two Days Later...
Kagome looked down at her hands. 'The US government wants me to fight? I can't even pass gym? How am I supposed to fight in a war?' She looked around. There were hundreds of kids around her age, in their teens, who seemed just as confused as she was.
There was just no way...
"Quiet please..." an older man's voice said over a loud speaker. Kagome looked up to see that there was a man, seemingly in his thirties or fourties, standing at a podium at the front of the large room. He was wearing a military uniform that made him look important, so Kagome listened carefully. The teens around her slowly grew silent.
The man cleared his throat, then spoke clearly into the microphone. "As you have been informed, you were brought here today because you have gifts. Abilities that most don't."
Kagome blinked. 'Like....super powers?'
As if he had read her mind, the man spoke. "You have the genetic disposition to withstand the training we have in store for those of you who choose it. If you accept, you will be commited for life to our program. You will be erased from existance, however that very existance is impairitive to your planet's survival."
'Ok, now he's just speaking in riddles,' Kagome thought to herself, arching a brow.
"Those of you who don't want any of the glory of saving our world, leave now." With that, the man left.
Kagome looked down at her hands again. "I suppose anything's better than home..."
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Yash smirked. 'Well, this oughta be fun...Maybe the old geezer's sending us on some secret mission to end "global warming"....' He chuckled to himself as he watched some of the teens around him stand up and walk toward the double doors at the back of the room which were being held open by two heavily armed guards.
By his estimation, at least a hundred had left before the heavy doors were closed and bolted shut.
"Welcome to the the Spartan program, boys and girls. Please come forward so that we may collect your information and give you your gear. Training starts tomorrow, so as soon as you are assigned a room, you are expected to sleep." Yash recognized immediately the woman who had drugged him. She seemed troubled. "You'll need it..."
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Kagome waited until almost all of the other teens had left the room before getting up from her seat and slowly walking up to the nearest man in a white lab coat.
"Name?" the man asked.
"Kagome Higurashi." She fidgeted.
"Age?"
"15"
"Go to room 118-9" the man said indifferently.
Kagome looked down at the ground and slowly walked forward in the direction of the hallway the man had motioned toward. She then made her way down the long hallway, watching the numbers on the doors as she passed.
100-1
'What am I doing?'
104-5
'I should be at home right now, studying like a good girl.'
108-9
'I should be at home...waiting for father....'
114-5
'I don't want to be home...'
118-9
She stopped at the door, looking for a doornob. There wasn't one. She looked around until she found a button to the left of the door and pressed it. The door slid open silently and she walked in. The door slid closed behind her.
At first glance, the room seemed empty, so she flicked on the light.
"Turn that shit off!" a rough voice said from a military cot at the farside of the tiny room.
Kagome gasped and quickly flipped off the light. "S-sorry! I didn't mean to wake you...."
Yash rolled over to face the wall. "Just go to sleep..."
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A/N: REVIEW!!!
Yash sighed. 'Late for school again....' He looked up and down the street. He had been waiting for the bus for the last ten or twenty minutes. It was always later than he was. Just to spite him in his lateness, he supposed.
The year was 2515. Civil war was happening across the galaxy and Earth's government was winning. The only problem was that they were also losing a lot of soldiers in skirmishes with rebel troops. Yash, himself was planning to join the military, following in his parents' footsteps. The were now stationed at a satilite orbiting the Earth. From what he had heard, it was supposed to be some huge gun of some sort.
He looked at his watch. Twenty-five minutes late.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
School was.....uneventful to say the least. It was like every other school day. Work, work, lunch, more work, and gym. He had gotten an extra long detention because of repeated latenesses, but he didn't mind. He wasn't looking forward to anything in particular today. Tomorrow, though, was a different story. He was going to be turning 16 and his drivers liscense would be T-Mailed to him. He'd finally be able to break in the old motorcycle in the garage. It was obsolete to the standards of modern automechanics, but he liked it. He had found it in the basement. It was well made, so all he had to do was change the engine to a newer one and fix the paint a little. He smirked. 'Maybe some of the ladies are into this 'retro' junk...."
As he walked into the house, he looked around. A precaution his father had taught him for some reason. Nothing was out of place, so he flipped the light on and dropped his backpack on the floor next to the door. 'Won't be needing that....' He then made his way to the TV room and jumped, landing on the couch and flipping the TV on simultaniously. News first, then entertainment. It was always impairative to know what's going on in one's world, his father had taught him. And so he watched the news.
Nothing very interesting was happening, appearently. They were covering some sort of pie eating contest. He sighed, looking down at his watch. 5 minutes 'till the old reruns of those old animes came on. He often joked with himself about how much he liked old stuff.
'If I ever get married, though, she'll be young.' He smirked.
Suddenly, there was a loud knock at the door and Yash frowned, reaching under the cushion of the couch and pulling a large pocket knife from it. There was another loud knock, and Yash flipped over the back of the couch, crouching and slowly making his way back to the front door. He leaned against it slightly. "Who is it?" he asked, loud enough so that the person opposite the door could hear.
"A friend," and unfamiliar female voice said from the other side of the door. "Please... I need to talk to you, Yash."
Yash sighed, not completely relaxing. At least this person knew him. He hid the knife behind his back and opened the door slightly. "What about?"
On the other side of the door stood a young woman in a white lab coat. In her thirties, Yash estimated. She feigned a smile. "It's regarding your military application." She looked down at him and blinked. "A bit young to be joining the military aren't you, boy?"
He glared silently.
She shrugged it off. "There's something concerning your physical," she said, reaching into her pocket.
Yash opened the door to let the woman in, then ran his hand through his short black hair. "The doctor before told me I was fine," he said, trying to keep his voice even.
"Yes. You are indeed," the woman said, but she looked a little sad. "If you could.." she sighed, and took a deep breath as if she was trying to draw strength to say something. "If you could, would you join the military right now?"
Yash nodded. "Wh-?" He stopped and looked down. Before his brain had the time to register what happened, the anestesia now in his blood stream had begun to work and he slowly fell to his knees, the only thing keeping him up being the ladies arm around his neck.
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Two Days Later...
Kagome looked down at her hands. 'The US government wants me to fight? I can't even pass gym? How am I supposed to fight in a war?' She looked around. There were hundreds of kids around her age, in their teens, who seemed just as confused as she was.
There was just no way...
"Quiet please..." an older man's voice said over a loud speaker. Kagome looked up to see that there was a man, seemingly in his thirties or fourties, standing at a podium at the front of the large room. He was wearing a military uniform that made him look important, so Kagome listened carefully. The teens around her slowly grew silent.
The man cleared his throat, then spoke clearly into the microphone. "As you have been informed, you were brought here today because you have gifts. Abilities that most don't."
Kagome blinked. 'Like....super powers?'
As if he had read her mind, the man spoke. "You have the genetic disposition to withstand the training we have in store for those of you who choose it. If you accept, you will be commited for life to our program. You will be erased from existance, however that very existance is impairitive to your planet's survival."
'Ok, now he's just speaking in riddles,' Kagome thought to herself, arching a brow.
"Those of you who don't want any of the glory of saving our world, leave now." With that, the man left.
Kagome looked down at her hands again. "I suppose anything's better than home..."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Yash smirked. 'Well, this oughta be fun...Maybe the old geezer's sending us on some secret mission to end "global warming"....' He chuckled to himself as he watched some of the teens around him stand up and walk toward the double doors at the back of the room which were being held open by two heavily armed guards.
By his estimation, at least a hundred had left before the heavy doors were closed and bolted shut.
"Welcome to the the Spartan program, boys and girls. Please come forward so that we may collect your information and give you your gear. Training starts tomorrow, so as soon as you are assigned a room, you are expected to sleep." Yash recognized immediately the woman who had drugged him. She seemed troubled. "You'll need it..."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~
Kagome waited until almost all of the other teens had left the room before getting up from her seat and slowly walking up to the nearest man in a white lab coat.
"Name?" the man asked.
"Kagome Higurashi." She fidgeted.
"Age?"
"15"
"Go to room 118-9" the man said indifferently.
Kagome looked down at the ground and slowly walked forward in the direction of the hallway the man had motioned toward. She then made her way down the long hallway, watching the numbers on the doors as she passed.
100-1
'What am I doing?'
104-5
'I should be at home right now, studying like a good girl.'
108-9
'I should be at home...waiting for father....'
114-5
'I don't want to be home...'
118-9
She stopped at the door, looking for a doornob. There wasn't one. She looked around until she found a button to the left of the door and pressed it. The door slid open silently and she walked in. The door slid closed behind her.
At first glance, the room seemed empty, so she flicked on the light.
"Turn that shit off!" a rough voice said from a military cot at the farside of the tiny room.
Kagome gasped and quickly flipped off the light. "S-sorry! I didn't mean to wake you...."
Yash rolled over to face the wall. "Just go to sleep..."
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A/N: REVIEW!!!