A War Worth Fighting Part 26
When Heero slowly came to, he found himself naked between two blankets. Tightly wrapped around him was an equally naked Duo, his loose hair draping over them and around them. Breathless at the sight for a moment, the sergeant blinked his widened cobalt eyes at the fey-like creature he held.
Recalling their prior night's lovemaking, he could not help but smile while at the same time feeling himself harden again. His lover shifted and nuzzled closer with a soft murmur, making him hiss when a leg brushed against his groin. That was enough to alert Duo as he blinked his violet eyes open.
It did not take long for the long-haired soldier to remember why they were naked and entangled as they were. Smirking mischievously, he looked up to his partner's face and took hold of his cock in a firm grip. "Good morning," he greeted huskily.
Heero whimpered and panted as the hand moved up and down his length. "G-good morning," he stammered. Pushing himself up to straddle his lover, Duo's smirk only became all the more wicked. Easily starting a new fire with the embers in the pit beside by while loading up another pile of branches and tree trunk shavings, he lowered himself onto the officer for a searing kiss.
Pulling back, their lips brushed against each other as he asked quietly, "Round two?" Only to make his request more difficult to deny, Maxwell stuck a finger into his mouth before moving it behind him to trace along the sergeant's tight rim. "I've been dreaming of how I can return the favor from last night."
Moaning deeply, Heero moved his body downward until the finger at his entrance just managed to press in a bit. Just as Duo was so kind to put it, he had also been imagining and longed to know what it would be like to be filled by his lover. His head rocking back, eyes closed, he begged, "Yes."
For the remainder of the morning, few words were spoken as the pair moved their bodies together as one. The rest of the world be damned, they had finally found themselves where they wanted to be.
* * * * * *
March 9, 1945. Evening.
"Iwo Jima cannot fall!" the Sergeant Major cried as he slammed a fist on the table covered with maps. "That is a very strategic landmark for our planes!"
Rubbing his temples against his building headache, Treize looked to the old man across from him and sighed, "Which is exactly why the Americans are fighting so hard for it. They are losing more men in the battles, but they are still pushing on."
He pointed to the top map laying out all of the relayed locations of the soldiers from both sides. "Now I have studied these damned maps for days to come up with some way out of the inevitable and there is nothing to be found. Have the commanders stay there and stall as long as they like, my friend, but it is only a matter of days before the island is lost to your country."
Finally allowing the reality of the situation to sink in, the Sergeant Major stared at the map with a look of defeat. There was no use arguing just for the sake of arguing. Iwo Jima was badly wanted by both opponents. And the Americans could simply keep coming where the Japanese soldiers were already spread too thin.
Satisfied when his captor was silent, Treize ran a hand through his hair and removed another map that showed Japan and all of the islands around it. "This island hopping tactic that the Americans have been executing is flawless," he frowned.
"The fleets going to each prime location had more than enough troops on board to flush out whoever may oppose them. Quick and effective, they are making their way to the mainland. Now they have the Marinas Islands and other strategic points in the Pacific."
With a rough swallow, the old man questioned, "And you have heard more information on Germany's situation? The longer they are still fighting, the more time we have to get our bearings."
Only disheartening further at that, the liaison reluctantly informed, "The Germans have evacuated Danzig to give their eastern borders more protection when the Russians arrive. They are losing ground every day, causing Hitler to make desperate and disastrous decisions.
"His latest error is an offensive against the Soviets in Hungary which is a doomed cause. Before long, the country will be in a vice that will be crushing them from both sides."
Taking a deep breath, the old man ran a hand through his own short, dark hair. Releasing the air slowly, he rose to his feet and began to pace. This was far from where he had hoped the axis powers would be at this stage in the war. This was far from where anyone wanted to be at this point in the war.
In a matter of days, Iwo Jima would fall and the Americans would have free reign of the air posts there. Reaching the mainland would be much easier on their planes, not to mention the oil reserves that they would have power over with that little island.
No. Things were not looking good at all from this standpoint. There had to be something that would turn the tide back in their favor.
Raising a finger, the Sergeant Major turned to the liaison. "You keep working on finding a way through this for us," he ordered in a low growl. "I refuse to believe that we are doomed in this."
'Just as stubborn as the leaders of your country,' Treize thought to himself. Instead of voicing his opinion and angering the one man that he would still lever with to get out of his situation, he nodded firmly, "Of course. I will use everything at my disposal to help however I can."
He did not dare press his luck by asking for some... company that he may be able to keep. Judging by the old man's demeanor, he was not in the mood for such a request. Especially since he had yet to secure that last prisoner to make up for the one that got away. Bringing it up would only anger him further by forcing him to recall his misplaced trust in one of his own.
A wide search had been ordered throughout the northern island without any sign of the two escapees. There was not even a hint to what direction they'd headed or where they intended to go. Every day that passed, the chances of ever coming up with the pair was growing more and more dim.
Regardless of whether they were captured or not, the bigger picture remained the war. If the United States continued their progress towards the mainland, it would not matter what became of them.
More than anything, Treize was concerned with making his getaway. While the Sergeant Major and the country's leaders were blind to it, he knew that they were doomed to fail any and every attempt they made to come out on top. And he was not about to be trapped there when they fell just as Germany would.
Taking up his uniform cap, the old man announced, "I will be taking my leave to get more information on where the battle at Iwo Jima stands as of now. Expect another visit from me tomo-" He was cut off by the sudden ringing of the telephone.
Dark eyes narrowing in confusion, the Sergeant Major crossed the room to pick up the receiver while greeting simply, "Yes?"
From where he was watching at the table in the center of the room, Treize noted the stiffening of the back turned to him. Instantly, the hairs on his neck stood on end at knowing something was terribly wrong.
"I... I see," the officer stammered. "Of course. I will be leaving immediately for further details. Thank you for informing me." Slowly, his hand lowered the receiver back into its cradle.
Pale-faced, the Sergeant major turned to face his worried liaison and breathed, "Tokyo is burning." [1]
* * * * * *
That following morning...
On the deck of the Enterprise, Wufei stood beneath his plane with a paintbrush in hand and can of white paint at his feet. Retouching his message of 'For the Essex,' he could hear the continuing battle on Iwo Jima not far from the carrier's post.
The weeks had proven both successful and tragic for the American soldiers. Numbers of casualties rose to unforeseen figures considering how small the island was. But, the Japanese troops were not about to go down without a fight.
Whatever they had to do, even if they had to fight to the last man, that island was going to have a United States flag on every beach. Every soldier stationed there was devoted to seeing that happen- whatever the cost.
For the crew of the Enterprise, their stay at Iwo Jima had come to an end. In the midst of sailing out for the naval base Ulithi for supplies and minor repairs, they were putting their faith in those that would remain to finish the job. And they knew they would finish it.
They would also leave with the satisfaction of knowing that they had played a huge role in the win that was sure to come. Working around the clock, the aircraft of the Enterprise had once spent a consistent one hundred and seventy-four hours in the skies over the island. [2]
Such a feat was nothing to be ashamed of by any means.
For those from the Essex, they had the privilege of repaying their enemies for the damage and death brought down on their ship. If nothing more came out of their struggle over that piece of land, that was more than enough for them.
Over the sounds of explosions and continuous gunfire, a loud voice called, "Men! I need your attention!" Blinking in surprise, the Chinese pilot lowered is white-coated paintbrush and turned to find his team's Captain standing behind him.
Johnny and the other pilots that had been sitting on the deck close by came running in. Making a circle around their leader, they waited anxiously for what sort of announcement needed to be made.
Taking a deep breath, the tall Captain informed, "Last evening, there was an attack on Tokyo by our air force. More than three hundred B-29's have been sent there to light the place on fire with a rain of bombings as a wake-up call to the Japanese leaders." As expected, the young men gathered around gaped with wide eyes at the news.
No joy came from news like this. So many planes bombing the city would have devastated everything below, killing thousands of civilians. It was one thing when a life was taken between soldiers in battle. It was a complete other when unsuspecting and uninvolved innocents were slaughtered.
Frowning deeply, the Captain rubbed the top of his closely shaven head and sighed, "I know that this is not what anyone wanted. But, if it serves to scare the leaders here into surrendering, perhaps it was needed in the grand scheme of things. Word of the attack was just confirmed and so I wanted to be the first to tell you what is going on. That is all"
Heads nodded and muttered appreciations were offered before the men saluted their leader and split off again. Shaking his head, Johnny joined Wufei beneath his plane and sighed, "Damn. Just when the world didn't seem like it could get any crazier."
Unable to really say anything at that moment, his heart heavy as it was, the Chinese pilot took up his paintbrush and dabbed it back into the paint can. Thousands were gone. Snuffed out before they even had a chance to know what was happening to them and why.
Everyone that worked in the air force knew what kind of images there would have been in Tokyo during the raid. And it was something that would linger in their minds always.
Biting his lip, Johnny finally found his voice enough to turn and watch his friend as he asked, "Do you think that will be enough to make them surrender."
His hand stilling, Wufei could not bear to face the other pilot. Staring up at his message, he stated simply, "No. That will not be enough."
Though he expected as much, the redhead could not help but feel a knot lock in his throat. Staring out to the island, he frowned, "I'm afraid to even wonder what the hell it would take short of the hand of God itself."
* * * * * *
Sylvia dried her wet hands after washing her dinner dishes when she heard a knock on her front door. Frowning, the young woman stepped from the kitchen while silently wondering who would be visiting her. No one ever visited her.
Much to her surprise, she found two armed soldiers waiting on the front porch when she opened her home. Cobalt eyes widening, she placed a hand over her chest at instantly thinking the worst. "H-Hai?" she managed in a strangled voice as her knees began to go weak.
Bowing his head, the closer and taller of the soldiers greeted, "Mrs. Yuy, we have been sent here on behalf of our Sergeant Major. We need to search your home." His dark eyes narrowing, he stepped closer and warned, "By force if necessary."
Jaw falling slack, Sylvia stammered, "S-search my home?" Knowing better than to question the young men before her, she stepped aside and allowed them to enter.
Hands on the handles of their pistols, the pair stepped in and went right to searching the rooms. Standing back and out of their way, the blonde young woman held her tongue as she watched them move up and down her estate while checking inside every nook and cranny they found.
When that did not show them what they were looking for, they went through her paperwork and opened her mail that she had not had a chance to sort through.
Only after every inch had been combed through did the men meet back up, shaking their heads to the unspoken question between them. The taller looked to the owner of the home and questioned, "Have you been in contact with your son at all, Mrs. Yuy?"
Taken aback yet again, Sylvia's eyes widened anew. "No," she shook her head. "I have not heard from Heero in months."
At that, the smaller of the soldiers leaned close to his comrade and whispered so quietly that the mother had to strain to hear. "I looked through every piece of paper I could find. She is telling the truth."
His partner nodded and put on a wide smile. Bowing at the waist, he said, "Thank you for your time, Mrs. Yuy. Have a good evening." Without another word or an explanation, the two soldiers headed out and closed the door behind them.
Gripping the tall floor lamp beside her to steady herself, Sylvia let out the breath she had been holding. Her chest thumped with her racing heart as she peered through her large window to watch the young men walk off quickly into the night.
Slowly straightening herself, she all but ran for her telephone.
Heero. Those men had been looking for Heero. Which meant that he was in danger somehow. And if he was in danger... now she was as well.
Picking up her receiver, she spun the dial for the long series of numbers needed to connect her call. Only two rings later, the call was answered as a familiar voice greeted, "Hello?"
Sweat beading her brow, Sylvia replied quietly, "Dad. I cannot stay on long to explain, but I need your help."
* * * * * *
Seated at the edge of their cave high in the mountain ranges where they were hiding, Heero and Duo leaned against one another while watching the sun set below the horizon. The private sighed in content and closed his eyes. "So what are you thinking about?" he asked after a long, companionable silence.
Resting his head atop the braided one on his shoulder, the sergeant answered quietly, "My mother."
"Same here," Duo sighed. Opening his violet eyes to watch the changing sky, he wrapped his hands around the one in his lap. "It's starting to get warm again," he commented. "Spring is coming around."
Heero nodded, "We'll have to be on the move again now that the weather is more favorable. The sooner we get to the city of Hakodate, the better." Lightly kissing his partner's forehead, he smirked, "Then our mothers can finally get a good night's sleep."
Biting his lip, the American raised his head to meet the cobalt gaze on him. Almost afraid of pushing too hard, he could not help but inquire, "So... do you know what you'll do when we get to Hakodate and we find a way to get me home?"
The officer squeezed the hands holding his and answered quietly, "I'll say goodbye." Laughing when his lover straightened with a gasp and opened his mouth to protest, he raised a hand to stop him. "Only briefly so I can reunite with my mom so that we can leave for the States together," he smirked.
Violet eyes widening, Duo's mouth opened and closed a few times before he breathed, "You mean it? You'll come to stay there... with me?"
Chuckling, Heero rested their foreheads together and whispered, "I can't imagine myself anywhere in the world without you. If you'll have me with you."
With tears clouding his vision, he smiled widely. Closing the distance between them, he gave his answer through a fierce kiss that sealed their pact.
No matter what it took, they both had a common goal that they were determined to see through... Live through the war. And be together at the end.
TBC...
[1] Here is more information in the Tokyo fire bombings: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bombing_of_Tokyo_in_World_War_II
[2] This and other faces of the USS Enterprise can be found here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/USS_Enterprise_%28CV-6%29
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