/jp/ - Otaku Culture

>"I-I'm too young..."
>"A real man would find a way."
>Your stepmother's frigid glare leaves no room for argument.
>Then again, it never did.
>Because you were incapable of being right.
>Because you didn't have the brains, the looks or the charm like your father or brothers.
>Because you were nothing special.
>Which is why you were sat here at the table, a stack of papers before you.
>Because you couldn't let this moment pass.
>Because it'd be over soon.
>Because it was your only chance to do something worthwhile.
>But...
>"I... don't want to go."
>She leans forward, jackal ears folded back as a snarl forms on her lips.
>"You don't have a choice."
>"...Anon..."
>Her paws grasp your wrist like a vice and forces the pen into your hand.
>"Anon."
>In one swift motion, your hand is slammed down on the table.
>"ANON!"

>Your kitchen table in your warm family home melts away into mud and barbed wire as you shake yourself awake... or rather, as your Sergeant's grip on your shoulder does it for you.
>Sitting up and taking the cigarette she offers you, you've barely struck the match when the lizard speaks again.
>"It's time."
>Taking a long drag, you give her a rueful smile and stand, grabbing your rifle and kit as you go.
>He hand claps down on your shoulder a few times as you get in position beside her.
>You don't want to go.
>You really don't want to go.
>But now, as ever, you don't have a choice.

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