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So much blood.
'Why is there so much blood?' I thought as I raced along with the other shinobi that were part of my squad. The remains of the bloody skrimish we just fought watered the ground with life's water. I looked up to the sky, seeing the moon and stars that seemed to watch intently as those on the earth died and watered the ground with their own blood. I saw the dry and brittle brush that grew scattered on the battlefield. An idea bubbled up, but I pushed it down, knowing it was stupid. What I wanted to do was set that brush on fire so it would spread beyound the enemy line.
"Hamasaki! To your left!" The squad captin shouted
I responded by sending out a 'burst' of energy, it bounced back bringing the position of the person. Tossing up a pebble, I sent it into the direction of the person, hearing a telltale grunt and the sound of the body falling to the ground brought the guilt and grief that murder brought.
"Target hit." I answered back stiffly
"Excellent, get moving we're losing time.'' she answered quickly
"Yes mam." I replied, while picking up the pace of my running.
The sounds of battle raged around us. Cries of men and animals could be heard, along with the detonation of bombs and traps. I shifted the load of medical supplies higher onto my back, forcing the straps to pull heavier on my shoulders. I snuck a look at the wounded young man laying on the stretcher we made out of what we had. His thin frame, the mess of brown curls that escaped the cap he was wearing. I looked away, scowering the path for anything suspicious looking, checking the signs of life on the young man every so often.
My heart seemed to stop in my chest for what seemed to be a minute before it started beating rapidly. "Mam? I got a signal for at least 7 individuals. All puppets too, for what I can guess." I relayed the information as my mind processed it. "We're too weak, and we're carrying a stretcher too. I suggest that Tanaka and Suzumiya make a dash for the med nin, while we fight them off."
"Do you not understand that you are not to tell me what to do?'' she asked
"I was giving only council, and a great leader listens to his followers." I answered
"Hamasaki, if this plan goes sour in any which way..."
"You'll have my head on a garden post outside your home." I quickly replied
"You heard her, skat." she said to Tanaka and Suzumiya, the disapeared into the night "You better be right."
I got into a battle-ready position, dreading the moment when they met up with us. I made the dust on the path turn into a fierce wind, the captain added her fire to the mix, creating the firestorm we probably both had in mind. I heard the strange sizzling sound of the reanimated corpses dissolving in the fire. For a moment I thought back to the times I joked around with my friends about a Zombie Infection, but now it didn't seem so awesome anymore. The only emotion I felt was disgust as we kept the fire in the range of our enemies.
"I guess I'm going to hell now." I joked
"What does the after life have to do with war Hamasaki?"
"So many things, not enough time or breath." I answered
"Geez, you and my grandfather speak in the most ridicualus kind of language I've ever heard." she laughed
"You should see some of the plays I had to recite." I told her, "You would've died."
"I only wish I could imagine it." she joked "Anymore signals?"
"Not that I feel in the imediant area. Should we let it smolder?"
"Okay, now"
We both stopped the flow of energy as we left the brush to burn down. I looked again at the stars, "So strange how they are different yet so alike." I thought aloud
"You okay?"
"Yes mam." I answered
"Hamasaki, I swear that if we win this war I'm going introduce you to him." she threatened
"I'm looking foreward to the day." I replied
I started to walk towards the battlefield, putting a smile on my face I said, "Are you just going to stand there?"
"No." she said defensively while speeding up to match my pace.
We started to run in the direction where our two comrades had gone into, my heart was racing along with my thoughts. For a moment I could almost see my mother kneeling in front of a grave marker that had my name engraved gracefully on the surface. My sister, my baby sister, stood so beautifully as a young woman. The man who I called father seemed to have aged decades, his face more lined and greyer than I remembered.
Then I knew, I was dead to them, dead to the world that I used to call home. Instead, I was given a second chance, a blank slate, a new chance at a new life. And I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse to be given a second chance, but I want to do all the things that I never got to do.
