Written up by me, found
here
I swear.
What I'm about to tell you...
About my best friend...
Is a story which means absolutely nothing to the listener
There is no truth, No justice
Certainly no conscience.
Not one bit...
Because this is a story about a f***ing soldier, who, just as a fish can only survive in water, can only survive on the battlefield.
If this were a comic, it would a sh**ty offensive comic.
One that pisses off all who read it.
But, for me, it's a priceless tale about the memories of my best friend
What I'm about to tell you is a retrospection about my best friend and me.
It is not beautiful; in fact it irritates those who listen to it.
The reason being that this story takes place on the f***ing battlefield.
Five soldiers wrestled harshly with a young girl, no more than 14 years old. Their violent thrusts sending scream after scream from her young lungs. One by one they fall, their blood spraying out onto the debris around them. But despite their efforts, they are unable to detect the location of the sniper in their midst, and continue to rape the young girl.
When all are finally dead, their blood mixing with the harsh rain in a constant pooling of gore, the sniper retreats from his hiding place, and ventures out onto the battlefield to collect his trophies.
"Don't move!" The young girl screams, her hands clasping onto one of the soldiers' guns, carelessly aiming it at the sniper. "D-Don't move!"
"Oh.. Hi." He says, as though completely ignorant of the gun she holds
"Um, hi. I asked you not to move"
"You can't fire bullets unless you turn off the safety, y'know" He points out, and stabs his finger at the safety switch, as she pays eager attention, "And if you wanted to shoot me, you would have shot me in silence"
"Oh..."
"I wanted to meet you too" He picks up the guns, dropping the ammunition in their rounds to the floor, "I don't need the ammunition. I'm so bored out here on my own; so I collect guns."
"Um... what do you mean, you wanted to meet me...?"
"Wanna come back to my place?" He says, curiously peering from underneath his helmet at her, "..And let me have sex with you there?" The girl is not quite as amused at his gesture,
"Can I kill you?" She remarks, seriously, and attempts to point the gun at him again.
"Oh yeah, you're hungry aren't you? I have lots of food, so c'mon! Oh, can you bring that gun too?" The girl's mouth drops slightly, revealing in all clarity just how hungry she is.
I was a bit surprised.
Ever since he was left on the battlefield by himself,
And vowed to go to war in this city on his own,
It was the first time I had heard my best friend talk to another person.
Of course, every person we had met during that time was an enemy,
And were all speechless corpses by the time we ran into them...
"Uh-huh, so the town you were living in got burned out by the enemy, and you ran here on your own" The two discuss en route to the soldier's room
"My brother... and my parents... and my grandpa too...
"Damn, that must have been rough: that town must be 70km from here. Oh, it's the next floor" They finally reach his room, "And this is my place. A 4-room mansion with living room, dining, kitchen and a penthouse" The girl looks on as though horrified, "It'd cost a couple hundred grand in peaceful times." Thousands of guns lie morbidly on the floor, arranged into lines, gleaming in the sunlight as though freshly polished.
"All of these guns... did you... um... y'know?"
"Yeah. I polished them all up. I'm always bored by myself"
"No, I mean..." The soldier reveals a bag stuffed with food, snickers, cola, and all manner of foods that really shouldn't have been available in these times.
"Here" The girl hastily grabs a handful of food, and begins eating it with the ferocity of a starved bear. The soldier has other ideas, however, and leans over to her whilst she eats,
"Can I?"
"Mmnngh!"
"Oh, don't worry, we can do it while you're eating."
"Mnngh, nngh!" The girl's resistance does not deter him, "Nnhaa!"
"Whew, girls' chests are so soft..." She moans in response, "You're pretty big"
"Umm... um..." He sneaks his right hand into her shirt, anxiously fondling her as she attempts in vain to resist him
"Spread your legs a bit."
"No... wait... you can't..." His left hand, meanwhile, finds its way into her panties
"You're really cute." He jokes, as she finally summons the strength,
"No, stop! Please stop it!" Although not immediately, the soldier's attention is drawn away from her, as he gets up and grabs his gun from beside them, the girl still lying on the floor, "Wha... what's.. wrong?"
"Sssh. Save it for later."
"What is it?" she whispers from the cold ground, her face contort with fear,
"Prey."
"Can I go with you? I'm, uh... scared..."
"If you're scared, grab one of those sticks."
"Sticks?" she asks bewilderedly,
"None of those ones have ammunition in them. Guns without ammunition are just sticks." He laments, "They'll serve as 'good luck charms'." The girl is dubious. The two sneak out onto the balcony, "This is a good place. Lots of prey come around here. People like to gather close to other people. Even if they know that there's no one there anymore. They are close." He pulls up his gilley suit, as she scampers up beside him, her back up against a demolished piece of wall. "...By the way, that was the first time I got horny in a long time... Reminded me of the first time I saw an uncensored porn flick with my friends, before I joined the army" He laughs half-heartedly at his own joke, "The girl would run and run, get caught, be unable to put up any resistance. Pleading would get her nowhere. She was held down, forced to open her legs... and y'know... I couldn't take it"
"Y... you... you were watching me? From the beginning?"
"Yeah, I'm not a hero from a comic book. If I fired before you were raped, they would have found out where I was hiding and killed me, and then you would have been raped and killed too." A few tears fall to the ground from her face, her eyes quivering with sorrow over this soldier, who was supposed to have been protecting her and the country, "Guys are quick thinkers before they f***, and sensitive to changes in the air... They become all stupid once they stick it in. And after they come, when they're suddenly back to normal and overcome with an indescribably sense of self-loathing." He peers out from his gun sight, spying the enemy soldiers below, "Your moans were necessary to muffle out any noise I was making too..." She stands up behind him, her finger poised on the useless trigger as she aims at his concealed back, "That time... I... wanted you to live. No matter how batter you would become... I wonder why?" She pauses, the bayonet steadying as she begins crying again, "I was really thinking about killing you along with them, so that you wouldn't have to live in pain." The bayonet lowers slightly, "...I wonder why...?"
I can understand...
Why my best friend didn't kill this girl.
I was with him ever since he first became a soldier; I'm the only one who understands why.
because they are all drawn like that. You do see quite a bit of blood, but it is always to enhance or convey some important part of the series. For example, in Episode 9: Akemi, when Shuji goes to see Akemi in her final moments, there is a massive amount of blood beneath her as she is lifted up by Shuji. This definitely helps develop the drama and sadness of the series, and I still can't watch the whole thing straight through without taking a break at episode 9.