Soldier

Chapter 1: Alex

Today is just like any other. Another day that feels empty. I sat up onto my bed. Why do I always seem to feel this way? Every day... it never changes. That's just it. I rubbed my eyes and yawned. I slowly pulled off the covers and stepped off from my bed. I walked into my small bathroom and turned on the faucet. I felt the water with my hand. It's cold...

I cupped my hands to catch some water, and poured it onto my head. Still cold... I looked in the mirror. My brown hair's still dangling over my green eyes. My friends say I should get a haircut. No... I think I'm fine. I grabbed my hat from on top of the counter, and slid it over my hair. It's easier to do that rather than comb it. I grabbed my uniform that hung on a small hook, dressed and walked back out of my bathroom. I looked around my empty room. Not so bad... they are all I have after all. I stared at the small stuffed whale on my dresser. See you later in a while, my friend. I smiled and nodded.

I walked out of my room and headed downstairs to meet with my friends; who waited by some of the tables at the bottom floor of the male dorms. They waved at me as I got close.

"Morning, Alex." Evan said calmly.

"You sleep well?" Jace asked.

"I slept alright... thanks for asking."

"We should go. Class is going to start in a few minutes. We can't be late, remember?" Evan looked towards a small wall clock on the wall. He's right.

"Okay, let's go then."

We started to walk to our first class. I walked a few steps ahead. I guess I'll also just let them joke around for a while behind me. They are probably still saying I could be a team leader, or something else. They like to tease me about that. I won't listen, either way. If they want to, they can.

We walked through the same old hallway at the front of the room, a crowd of other students with us. It wasn't long before we walked into our first class, the battle tactics classroom, in the sector next to the male dorms. We met our teacher Avegachi-san as we walked in. Most of us are still not too sure how to pronounce that so he just has us call him sensei. He doesn't like being called anything else either... and I feel sorry for anyone who goes against that...

He stood in attention by his desk. His assistant, Selira, stood next to him with a clipboard in her hands. Strange... she's usually in the office district. She still has her slim purple attendants' suit on, with her long blond hair perfectly combed and her gentle brown eyes ready to say "Hello, how may I help you?" It's probably nothing... but...

I walked to my seat in the last row at the top of the seats. The desks are arranged like they are set on bleachers, just with a little desk and computer placed on top of each forward seat. Only each other step of the bleacher is a row of desks. Mine is the desk at the far, top right corner of the room. Something's different though... a medium sized suitcase is resting against the side of my desk. It's a shiny black color, with an inscription lock under the handle. Odd, it shouldn't be there, why is it..?

I studied it with my eyes as I sat down. I took off my cap and placed it on the desk as I stared at the case. There's... a small note attached to the side of the case-like-object. I grabbed it with my hands and pulled it from the tape that held it to the suitcase. It crumbled under my fingers. How long has it been here? I opened up the folds it was in and read the number that was written on it; 616263. Obviously, it isn't a code to the case. The lock's composed of symbols rather than numbers. I turned over the paper. On the back side it reads "Your job is to deliver this to-" the other part of it ripped off from the small piece of paper. I looked up to see my teacher nod at me with a sharp grin. He's hiding a faint glimpse of fear in his eyes. I shuddered a bit. He shouldn't be one to have such a feeling as fear. I looked at his large military jacket with plenty of pockets puffed out to match his masculine body, to his camo cargo pants. His muscular cheeks slightly grinding as he clenched his teeth, and looked at me with his dark brown eyes. As if to say everything will be alright, just don't screw it up. He slid his hand over his slick black hair. He cleared his throat and said in a low humbled voice, "Today class, we are going to be studying the tactics of Leon, during the Black Gear War."