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S.O.S | one: remnants of war

all is fair in love and war.

pairings. gojou satoru, fem!reader

genre. heavy angst, romance, sci-fi, space au, 18+

word count. 7k+

tags & warnings. ooc, war, violence, profanity, killings/death, miscarriage, trauma, injuries, blood, suggestive smut, kinda yandere

notes. sorry i’ve been sick but i finally managed to pump out a 7k chapter <3 it’s not much n i wrote this at 3am i am sowwy for any errors

series masterlist -> episode two

When it came to war, victory wasn’t just about who had the most advanced weapons, or the most skilled troops, or the most military power. It wasn’t about who outnumbered who in the battlefield. Wasn’t about the lesser deaths and lesser damages. And definitely wasn’t about who destroyed more territories than the other.

Victory in warfare was about strategy.

From a classic book Satoru had picked up and curiously read back in his teenage years — ‘The Art of War’ by Sun Tzu said that in order to be victorious, there are certain rules in war that one must always keep in mind:

If our forces are ten to the enemy's one, to surround him; if five to one, to attack him; if twice as numerous, to divide our army into two.

If equally matched, we can offer battle; if slightly inferior in numbers, we can avoid the enemy; if quite unequal in every way, we can flee from him.

In his tactical dispositions, he also stated that a clever fighter is one who not only wins, but excels in winning with ease. One may know how to conquer without being able to do it. One may be able to secure himself from defeat, but cannot make certain of defeating the enemy. Therefore, victory wasn’t about physical strength, combat skills, nor an extraordinary display of prowess in the battlefield. It was having a sharp, perceptive mind. It was making astute decisions in the midst of life and death. ‘Adroitness’ they called it. And Satoru Gojou had it.

“Watch out for the enemy aircraft. It’s not an allied plane,” speaking to the radio was the white-haired First Lieutenant himself as he maneuvered the control wheel to his right, tilting the jet in a 60-degree angle while guiding the two other fighter jets tailing him from side-to-side “Let’s move to Zone 6 from our current position.”

“Roger that.”

“Copy.”

And just as the three combat planes flew past a thick array of slate grey clouds, Satoru was laser-focused inside the cockpit while mapping the area in his head so he could visualize the best aviation tactics he could gather from this scene. It was needless to say that the air space was his domain and it went hand-in-hand with his stellar eyesight that allowed him to get a clear vision of the city. Almost like he was omnipresent with his God-like perception. He could sense his brain creating its own GPS coordinates from the seemingly empty skies of Tokyo, which later allowed him to ascertain that there was an unidentified aircraft surrounding them before the radar screen could even detect its movements.

Flying a warplane was no easy task, yet he had soared every corner of Japan’s air space for the last eight years while memorizing all the possible directions where all these hostile aircrafts could launch their missiles. He was only 21 when he was first entrusted to fly an F-15 Eagle, only 23 when he was promoted First Lieutenant of the Japan Air Self-Defense Force, and only 26 when he became the most feared fighter ace after over 207 aerial kills. He had never been shot down nor had he ever lost any of his wingmen during aerial dogfights. He was hailed as a military hero and a legend by his countrymen, but also a ruthless sadist and a staunch nationalist by his enemies.

“Bogey sighted.” It was his fellow airman, Yuuta Okkotsu, who alerted his co-pilots with urgency. “There’s only one in the area, Alpha 1.”

Just as Satoru predicted. “I already got visual on it,” he announced, keeping a tight hand on the throttle lever as he glided the jet in an obtuse angle. “Tail the bogey. I’ll cover it from above.”

“Roger,” answered his third airman, Second Lieutenant Suguru Getou, from their fighter squadron, “It’s not a reconnaissance aircraft. It’s a MiG-29.”

The thing was, although he was the leader of the squadron, Satoru still had to obey orders from his superiors down at the headquarters. The Colonel himself was in the Tactical Command Center and Control Room monitoring every movement of their aircrafts while the team were tracking the enemies crossing the Tokyo air space to do aerial reconnaissance. Thus, whether Satoru liked it or not, firing a missile was always at the decision of the Colonel, and not his. He could only direct his airmen to a certain extent, but never to the point of driving them to an attack. It was an absolute nightmare for a bloodthirsty man like him to hold off on retaliating when he was more than willing to shoot down enemy aircrafts of any caliber for having the audacity to cross his motherland.

“I got a bad feeling about this,” spoke Yuuta from his radio as he flew the Raptor towards the enemy’s MiG fighter jet. That same jet was slowing down its velocity as soon as it sensed Yuuta’s proximity. “It’s slowing down. I’m gonna cross him.”

Both Satoru and Suguru yelled otherwise from their respective jets. “It’s a trap!” they warned in unison before Gojou continued, “It’s gonna attack from behind!”

In confirmation to the First Lieutenant’s assumption, the enemy pilot did blast off a powerful missile towards the Raptor that, in a matter of seconds, could detonate the entire aircraft it touches.

“Shit,” Suguru cussed as he increased his speed while ensuring the stability of his fuselage, “This is Alpha 2 on standby. Alpha 3 is in danger. Permission to engage?”

Everyone on the radio could hear Yuuta’s panic when the enemy attacked him with its armaments. A fusillade of gunshots were soon fired towards his route and the Raptor could be seen swerving from left to right just to avoid the cannons. “Jesus Christ! It’s… It’s shooting me down.”

“Maintain current formation,” answered the Colonel down at the HQ, “Do not fire unless granted.”

Another missile was fired from the enemy’s side.

And another.

“Goddamn. They fired on us first!” The attack led Satoru to grip his control wheel tightly, making a drastic attempt to pull up and accelerate vertically so he could get a better view of the MiG chasing Yuuta’s Raptor plane as the latter made a swift turn to the left to avoid the missile. Unfortunately, the weapon still managed to scrape off the Raptor’s horizontal stabilizer, sending the tail of the jet to an explosion. “Alpha 3’s plane is compromised! Permission to fire, sir?!”

Satoru took a deep breath and held it in as he kept his eyes on the enemy’s aircraft underneath him. Just one press of the red button. Only one long press, and his radar display suggested that he was in the perfect position to blast off a deadly missile towards the bogey. This would have been his 208th kill.

But there was no immediate response from the other end of the radio.

“I’ll switch to guns,” Satoru bargained, resting his thumb above the red button at the weapons panel as he waited for the go signal. “Please confirm. Please, please.”

“Denied,” however, was the answer of their military leader. “Pursue the enemy out of the city ASAP. We have civilians down there. Don’t risk it.”

Fuck.

Even Suguru himself was disappointed at the order, but had no other choice except to chase after the steel gray jet. “Roger, I’m on it.”

“Raptor’s going down hard,” Satoru said under his breath as he caught sight of Yuuta’s aircraft below him—its right wing starting to burn up. 8 years in the air force and Satoru had never lost an airman during combat fights. Not one, not two. Not until today. He had responsibilities towards the lives of his airmen and if Yuuta couldn’t make it this time, Satoru knew that the burden of losing a member would haunt him forever. He wasn’t crazy for wanting to protect the lives of his fellow soldiers. “Yuuta, lead the jet out of the city limits, do you copy?”

“Yuuta.”

“Yuuta, do you copy?”

“…Yuuta, eject now! NOW!”

It took a few minutes for the younger airman to respond, mumbling incoherent words through the radio as if he was fumbling over the navigation. “I-I’m going to e-eject.”

Relief washed over Satoru’s body as soon as he heard the sound of Yuuta’s voice, yet it didn’t help that he was still at the height of tension because the bogey that nearly killed his airman was still flying freely around Tokyo. ‘1 plane down, 2 to go.’ The enemy must be feeling smug for shooting down a Raptor, especially when there were three of them and only one of him, but Satoru’s pride would not allow them to lose this dogfight. Even if it was just between him and the enemy, he would risk his own life just to ensure that the bogey would never be able to fly around his land ever again. Satoru Gojou dedicated his entire life to put his nation first before himself; it was a pledge he had made the moment he joined the JASDF and he would stick to it even if he was at the median between life and death.

He was ready to die for his country, whether that be today, tomorrow, or any other day soon.

Yet, at the back of his mind, losing this battle would also mean leaving the person he loved behind. All the promises he had made, the moments he would miss, the marriage vows he was still yet to exchange—only the thought of you came inside his mind while 65,000 feet in altitude.

“Please. Just please stay.” You reached for his hand and squeezed it with all your might as if being able to feel your desperation could somehow change his mind. Satoru was even certain that you would have begged to no end if you could. “I don’t want you to go to war anymore. We need you here. I need you here. I-I don’t know what I’d do if something happens to you.”

He slung his duffel bag over his shoulder and pulled you close. “They need to deploy me up there. I have to do my job.”

“If you walk out of that door, I swear to God,” you paused, voice shaking and eyes brimming with gut-wrenching tears, “I’m never going to forgive you.”

He wasn’t exactly choosing his military duties over you, but saving the people also meant that he was saving you. To keep you away from danger was his utmost priority, but in order for that to be possible, a little bit of sacrifice must be made.

And a little bit of hope that he would come back safe.

“I’ll come home to you, I promise. I asked Anais to look after you while I’m gone.” His saccharine words were added with a loving kiss he had planted on your stomach. He could feel his heart swelling at the thought of your bump getting twice as large by the time he returned. “Keep mommy safe, okay?”

Your face, on the other hand, melted into inexplicable pain. “S-Satoru, please.”

“I gotta go.” It took him a lot to pull away from you as if the heaviness in his heart brought a stronger force than the Earth’s gravity. But he had to leave. He had to cup your face, press his forehead against yours, and kiss you one last time. “I love you.”

“I’m gonna fire.” Satoru announced his decision as he manned the control wheel and steered the Eagle vertically. “I have to.”

And he had to go home to his pregnant girlfriend. Safe.

“First Lieutenant Satoru! Get a hold of yourself!” The Colonel did not hold back on displaying his exasperation. “You are not given permission to shoot! Hold your fire or there will be penalty—”

“It’s not a reconnaissance plane! This thing’s going to drop a nuclear bomb on us.” He spoke with tensed jaws, the veins in his neck were standing out in livid ridges. It was ridiculous that he couldn’t even engage while the enemy was showing its hostility like this. Satoru wasn’t flying an air superiority aircraft for nothing and he planned to let his superiors understand the consequences that bad decisions could lead them to. “Trust me on this, Colonel. We’d have a lot more civilian casualties if I don’t shoot it now! That MiG has a nuclear bomb loaded and it’s going to kill hundreds and thousands of innocent lives. Every second is crucial and the moment we delay any form of attacks, it’s going to take advantage.”

“I’m with Alpha 1, sir,” added Suguru, matching the speed of the MiG aircraft while sending his best friend a salute. “I’ll lead the bogey to the pacific. We got this.”

Certainly. And just the sight of Yuuta ejecting from the canopy, Satoru could feel chills running down his spine while imagining the horrifying thought of his airman in those angry flames that swallowed his aircraft. But Yuuta was alive and safe now. They only had the enemy to focus on, but how come everything suddenly became suffocating? His heart was thumping at an unstable rhythm. His lungs were requiring him to have more oxygen intake. There was no explanation to the phenomenon that he was experiencing internally at that moment—all he knew was that it was a sign for him to choose a decision based on his own judgment without the command of his superiors.

While flying the Eagle at top speed, it felt as though the fighter jet was slicing through the Earth’s atmosphere by the time he went head-to-head against the MiG. His acceleration gave him the chance to then be able to get a millisecond glimpse of the pilot from the country that started this era’s World War. Why, if anything, should Satoru show mercy on a person that participated in killing millions of innocent people across the world?

Due to his fast reflex, he succeeded in avoiding the cannonade from the bogey, only receiving partial damages on the canopy and the fuselage, but not enough to disrupt the inertial navigation system. In return, the First Lieutenant along with his infamous icy glare showed zero hesitation before he pressed two red buttons that released a precision attack from AIM-120 AMRAAMs. Screams and orders from an angry set of military superiors could be heard from the radio, but Satoru was far too focused on the missiles that tailed his enemy like a loaded firework that was ready to explode.

“Bogey is away from the city limits,” he spoke to the radio, “Suguru, you can go vertical as fast as you can.”

“Copy that.”

The MiG was on a deadend despite facing a never ending sky in front of him because the missiles were built to chase the enemy’s trail. And so, it didn’t even last more than two seconds until the bogey detonated from the highly explosive weapon shot down by Japan’s infamous fighter ace. It was in Satoru’s belief that no enemy should escape his country alive, therefore, after seeing that the enemy safely ejected himself out of the jet, Satoru circled back to the area and loaded up his 20mm gatling guns to completely assassinate the pilot on his parachute to death.

There must have been 35 bullet holes on his body, none of which could still render him alive after this aerial dogfight.

There was an obvious sense of satisfaction when he flew back to the military zone while discerning the Tokyo skies free from any more unidentified enemy aircrafts. His pride gave him the self-gratification that he needed after following decisions on his own no matter what kind of consequences were awaiting him at the headquarters. They could confiscate his badge, take his insignia, and strip him of all the rights he had as a fighter pilot and a military officer, or worse—dishonorably discharge him, but none of the aforementioned repercussions had surprisingly greeted him as he hopped out of the Eagle.

Among the high-ranking officers and their phlegmatic faces that welcomed him back at the headquarters, it was the Colonel that first made a remark about Satoru’s boldness in the earlier interception. “That was risky behavior you showed up there, First Lieutenant Satoru.”

As he took off his helmet and mask, the white-haired ace offered an apathetic salute. “You could thank me for saving lives. The crash was off the city limits like you wanted, sir.”

“You killed the enemy,” the older man reiterated, his eyes growing as dark as his raven mustache, “We had an agreement that we will only hold them captive. If you think we’re safe now, I’m telling you that country is more than capable of sending a hundred more aircrafts as revenge.”

“Then, I’ll kill a hundred more of them.” Satoru continued to remove his gloves as he walked along the hallways while the Colonel, the officers, and the military personnels followed his trail inside the center. A quick pivot on his heel made him turn to face his superior with a salute. “It was nice flying by your useless commands today, Colonel. I hope they find a better person for your position soon.”

For now, his duty was over. And although it did not end as pleasantly as one would expect, he still spared his country from unexpected nuclear warfare. No one with a sound mind should assume that they were totally safe from nuclear attacks, but the goal was to defect them as much as they could. Not triggering the enemy could make them look weak as opposed to showing the enemy that Japan was not a country they should mess with. He knew that the events today would not be the last, but if the enemy were to wipe out the entire nation, they would have to go through JASDF’s brutal sky domination first.

And the person behind every successful interception was him.

Yet, in spite of all his sacrifices and his heroic intentions, the battlefield did not end in the Tokyo skies. The battle, the only one he had ever lost, was in the infirmary after a nurse had informed him of an incident concerning the woman that he loved the most.

“What’s wrong?” he worriedly asked, cupping your cheek and staring at your listless eyes as he sat at the edge of your hospital bed. “What happened while I was gone?”

Heartbreaking silence was your only response.

“The baby.” It was your fellow nurse who answered. “Sir, she… she collapsed and lost the baby after you left.”

2 YEARS AFTER

“Why do you keep testing his commitment to the air force?” You had already lost count of the amount of times your step-sister, Anais, would follow you around the bunkers only to question your relationship with Satoru. “He’s a hero, Y/N. It’s his lifelong dream to become a General. He’s keeping all of us safe. He’s defending our homeland. I’ve known Satoru since we were kids and he’s always been a man who would put others first before himself. You shouldn’t corner him into a position where he has to choose between you and his duty.”

You ended up continuing your footsteps a tad bit faster than hers so you could escape the unreasonable nonsense that she was blathering about. To keep it together and ignore her has been your specialty by now. So that was exactly what you did. And as you entered the central dining hall, you immediately had the familiar smell of rusting metal along with the fetor of gunpowder that hung in the air. It came to the point where you no longer had the appetite to eat enough nor did you have the energy to interact with everyone in this underground environment that they had opened to citizens from over a year ago after they failed to stop the nuclear warfare.

They said the nuclear war was nearly over, yet you had not managed to see sunlight for the past two years ever since the rest of you ‘survivors’ were thrown into an underground city built only to carry a population of 2,500 people. You worked as a ward nurse, mostly to aid wounded soldiers, and you knew exactly the consequences of what would happen to those who regularly went out of the underground base. You had seen plenty of them down at the infirmary and had to give each and everyone of them the false hope that they still had the possibility to live even after being exposed to extreme radiation. That those acute skin burns that turned into cancer; those inflamed, red scabs that never healed—that they could get better. That they could survive it. That they were lucky enough not to be like those who were incinerated entirely.

You were a liar after all.

So much so to the point where you were feeling less and less emotions when you had to witness the death of another fallen soldier. It no longer mattered to you if they were once someone’s parent, child, spouse, or sibling. It didn’t matter anymore that you now had to stand next to a woman who was just heavily mourning the death of her husband yesterday when you tried to resuscitate his life to no avail. Here she was, proceeding with her life in spite of her soulless eyes as she lined up to get a tray at the cafeteria. Here she was, barely noticing your presence beside her as you both mechanically walked to get stale food from overworked cooks who could also feel the same tedious, unenthusiastic life routine. Waking up each day, fulfilling mandatory tasks, eating rationed meals, and going back to bed. It didn’t help that all you could see from left to right were dull gray metal and unpainted concrete. Or people wearing the same dark jumpsuits as if you were all prisoners under the rubbles of an ashen city. You could understand why the widow you comforted yesterday looked like she was ready to just take her own life rather than spend the rest of it down here.

Because that same feeling was once within you.

It had been two years since you lost your baby, but you couldn’t say that your heart, despite being calloused, had completely healed. The reason why Anais had been pestering you about your treatment towards Satoru was because it had been your personal choice to detach your emotional dependence on him. He, too, was heartbroken at the loss of his child, but he could never understand the gravity it had on you. You nearly begged on his knees to stay at home before that one tragic day happened and it always left lingering a thought in your mind that your baby would have been 2 years old by now had Satoru chosen to stay.

He didn’t stay that day and he had been telling you every day for the past year that it was one of his biggest regrets in life. That he wished he could have turned back time. That he wanted to punish himself for saving countless children’s lives but not his own. You didn’t speak much to him and decided to keep your grief in silence despite the numerous times he had tried to apologize. Eventually, he stopped pursuing you, and your life had become a routine of simple hi’s and hello’s. You two were overcome by lassitude, sent down to the abyss of internal conflicts that were never fixed through proper communication. There were days where he would be deployed and be gone for months. There were days where he would briefly come back and talk about the men they had lost in war. There were days where you two would be in bed wrapped up in each other’s naked bodies, yet no word or any form of intimacy would be shared. There was no connection anymore. It was kind of just… doing intimate things for the sake of relieving emotional stress. It was just living and breathing and being there. It was just reminding yourself that he was still alive and that you still had him.

The attacks left everyone traumatized, but Satoru focused on his military duties and worked hard to rise up to the position of a Lieutenant General after overthrowing his incompetent superiors. He was only 28 years old and was already the 2nd highest ranking military officer in the entire nation. Everywhere he went, people respected him. They would bow down to him. They were intimidated at the sight of him. They would treat him like a saint. You would have been extremely proud of him if only it didn’t have to take your baby’s death for him to reach his dream.

And these thoughts you had now were the exact reasons why your step-sister would not leave you alone. To her, you were being unreasonable. Selfish. Ungrateful.

“—you can’t make this about you when he’s only concerned about the safety of our people,” she said. It was probably even offensive to her that you were sitting at a table, dipping your single piece of bread in a bland mushroom soup as she went on and on about your life. “Y/N, I understand your pain and I know it’s been hard for you ever since you lost your unborn baby, but… it’s been two years. You’re making Satoru suffer by blaming the miscarriage on him. Miscarriages literally happen to so many women during war. Do you really want to raise your child at a time like this? Think of your loss as a blessing in disguise.”

Insensitive. So damn insensitive.

You kept your gaze straight ahead, choosing not to meet Anais’ eyes and just watch the people in queue being given rationed food which, in their words, were still better than MREs. The food supply was scarce and just enough to keep the people alive, but even then, famine was another issue aside from the nuclear devastation on the ground above this man-made city. You had seen children at the infirmary showing signs of malnutrition and as much as it broke your heart, there wasn’t much you could do. Perhaps, at Anais’ last words, she was right. But you could never let your heart accept that.

“Y/N, please. Are you listening to me?” Anais sighed as she sat in front of you.

You chewed your bread slowly and finally broke your commitment to staying taciturn. “What exactly do you mean by ‘making him suffer’?”

Her eyes had fire behind them, almost as red as her long, wavy hair. Her obvious frustration was more so because your indifference was a hit to her pride as Gojou’s beloved childhood best friend. “You’re basically ignoring his existence,” she told you, “Do you realize that the way you’re treating him reflects the way he treats the rest of us? His subordinates are telling me he’s the harshest he’s ever been to them. He also doesn’t talk to me nor Ares anymore. He’s always cold and temperamental and… and… I don’t know. He’s not the same.”

“He’s a grown man. It was his choice to change the way he treats you all,” you replied, pushing the plate away. To reinforce your statement, you began to add, “It’s not my responsibility to care about every single one of your feelings.”

You missed him, of course you did, but the past two years had been difficult for you both. It was even harder to just reconnect and act like nothing strained your relationship with him while knowing deep, deep down that the unbearable pain of losing a child would always stab you to the core.

“Don’t be cruel,” Anais called out just as you were getting up from your seat, “I don’t think you even love him to begin with.”

You stopped from your tracks, and only slightly did you turn your head towards her. “Do you?”

The question took her aback. “That’s… That’s not what I meant.”

How funny. “For a second there, I thought you were his lover.”

You had never been like this to Anais—never been one to talk back, never been one to be spiteful, never been one to walk out and turn your back on her as you decided to leave the sterile environment of the crowded cafeteria on your way to a much, much peaceful place away from everyone else.

Anais and her brother, Ares, were twin siblings, and the both of them were considered as the first family of your late father before he took your mother in as a mistress. That description alone was enough for anyone to assume that you didn’t really have a good relationship with your step-siblings when your father brought you into their family. All your life, you had been ostracized. They were sent to private schools, spoiled with the most lavish things, and treated with blinding privileges, but despite having half the same blood running through your veins, you didn’t experience life the same way they did. Or at least, life before the ripple effects of the nuclear war.

There were boundaries you weren’t allowed to cross back then, and only at 18 years old while working as a ward nurse when you met a wounded soldier named Satoru Gojou did your life start to change.

The person who reminded you of this “abominable change” was none other than your step-brother—the same person you saw while walking along the corridor towards the med bay. With his furrowed red brows and downturned lips, you could already tell that he was coming to you after having heard the exchange you have had with his twin sister back at the dining hall. Ares was always like this; defensive, hot-headed, and to put it simply, an asshole. Between him and Anais, he was the one who had been vocal about his distaste with you for being a simple freeloader in his family.

So seeing him now, stomping towards your direction with a killer gaze wasn’t exactly new. He had done worse.

“I’ll be on duty,” you advised as you heard his footsteps within an arm’s distance, “Stop following me around.”

“You’re so full of yourself, huh,” Ares hissed, grabbing a fistful of your hair and giving you the same resentful look he carried each time you crossed his path. “Isn’t it enough that you get to live in a private quarter while my sister and I have to sleep in the bunkers with the rest of these people? Do you even deserve that spot? Do you deserve the privilege you get just because Satoru nii-san is the Lieutenant General? Quit parading yourself around like you’re his wife.”

You chose to stay silent, not because you were agreeing with your step-brother, but because arguing with a manchild who already had preconceived judgment about you was futile. It was a waste of time and most definitely a waste of precious oxygen to even respond to.

“They’re childhood best friends,” he continued, much to your dismay, as if you didn’t know that damn fact already. “He was supposed to be with my sister, but you seduced him and got knocked up, and now Anais has to suffer from the consequences! You’re no better than a whore like your mom—”

Before your step-brother could continue his acidic remarks, you met his words with a harsh slap that left a bright, red mark on his cheek. “I dare you insult me in front of Satoru,” you warned through gritted teeth, thinking about how you wouldn’t have reacted in such a violent way had he kept your mother out of his mouth, “I dare you say it again and pray to yourself you don’t get killed. Satoru is a brutal man.”

Ares raised a hand. “You—”

You didn’t flinch from the sudden jerk of his hand not just because it wasn’t the first time he had tried hurting you (the bruises on your leg, hip, and arm could attest to that), but also because he couldn’t proceed harming your face the moment Shoko Ieiri walked out of the infirmary in her white lab coat, pulling her surgical mask down to her chin and staring back-and-forth between you and your visibly angry step-brother.

“Is everything okay?” asked her. In her own way, she was only preventing things from escalating further into violence.

“Dr. Ieiri,” you greeted your colleague with a light bow, “I was just on my way to you.”

She nodded, although still eyeing Ares on the side. “Well, good timing ‘cause I need your help with the patient on the right wing. He’s on the sixth bed.” Then she redirected her gaze towards your assaulter. “Are you here to get treated as well?”

You could almost hear the string of curse words behind Ares’ tight lips, but he restrained his despicable thoughts from coming out since showing his true colors in front of a renowned doctor like Shoko could get him in so much trouble. Well, you didn’t care whether or not he would continue his outburst. All you were focused on doing now was to reach for the medical cart before heading to the right wing to meet another wounded patient who joined the rest of the soldiers lying on their bed, hidden behind those white curtains. If only you could wear scrubs on a day like this.

Unfortunately, wearing a surgical mask could not suffice when your nose was intensely rejecting the noxious chlorine-like fumes that were coming from the hazmat suits. If the hazardous smell could penetrate your olfaction that much, you could only imagine how worse things could be up there.

6th bed on the right wing. Right. There was no 6th bed. Ieiri was referring to the farthest room to the right side of the infirmary, a private medical room specifically to cater the military officers with honorable rankings. You took a deep breath and conserved enough oxygen in your lungs as you glanced at the wounded man behind the glass panel. He was holding his bloody left rib, topless above his bed while waiting for a nurse to come to his aid.

“Do you need stitches?” you asked without returning his longing gaze after you entered the code to his private room. While pushing the cart near the side of his bed, you quickly rummaged through the box and pulled out all the necessary antiseptic instruments you could use on him.

He, on the other hand, tried to sit up before wrapping a hand around your waist. “Are you not gonna ask me how I got hurt?”

Your eyes trailed down on the gash below his left rib. It was about the length of your hand, but wasn’t really deep enough to be life-threatening. The amount of bleeding could have placed him at risk, however, he seemed to have managed to stop it before even coming here. It was either a knife or a bullet he had dodged. You didn’t bother asking. “I’m gonna clean it,” you said, “Just sit down.”

Satoru raked his fingers through his white hair. A look of frustration was bubbling behind his sky blue eyes. “Babe.” His voice dropped an octave lower. “I could have died today, you know. A prisoner from the enemy forces escaped the dungeon and he attempted to assassinate me with multiple gunshots. Imagine if I didn’t dodge them.”

So, a bullet. You guessed right. “You are Satoru Gojou,” was your expressionless response while dabbing a piece of cloth with saline solution around his wound, “This is as far as anyone could get to you.”

Literally. Because a Lieutenant General shouldn’t even be walking around unarmed without soldiers protecting him. He didn’t enlighten you further about the attack, but was far too invested in the way your hand was brushing against his chest as you tried to wrap a bandage around his lean body. “I missed you,” he whispered, tucking a few strands of your hair behind your ear, “I missed you so fucking much. This is the only time you’ve ever paid attention to me.”

His fingers traveled down to your spine, then further down to the slope of your back before he rested them on your hip. Satoru attached his lips on your shoulder soon after, but you pulled away and placed your hands against his pectoral muscles. “Don’t get too cozy around me if you’re just gonna leave again.”

“I didn’t want to leave you,” he countered, letting you pin the blood-soaked bandage around him just as he made you sit on his lap. “I know I can’t bring back our baby’s life and I’m the person to blame for that, but… please, please let me start over with you. I’d never give up on you until you’ve forgiven me.”

“We can’t start over in an environment like this.” You dodged his attempt to kiss your lips, but could feel his warm breath fanning the expanse of your neck. “You can’t just ask me to forget about everything when living here is an everyday reminder of the devastating things that happened to us.”

His cold hands cupped your cheek, forcing you to look at his crystalline irises. They were a shade of blue that reminded you of an ice giant in the same solar system as the Earth. He had Neptunes for eyes and a warm Sun for a heart, but yours was nothing but a blackhole ready to swallow every strong emotion down to your void. That was how your relationship started to feel empty. He could sense that, too. “I know,” he said, “I know, baby. That’s why I have plans for us. We’re not gonna stay here forever.”

“What do you mean?” Your question, however, was answered by a kiss.

One quick kiss, you assumed. You thought he would soon resume to explain his “plans” right after you indulged him with a kiss, but perhaps the familiarity of his touch made you crave for something more. The feeling of his skin. The warmth of his touch. The pleasure of his kisses. This was the man that loved you with every fiber of his being. He was someone who confessed his feelings for you from the moment he first met you. Meeting him was almost like a kilonova; a transient astronomical event that occurs when two neutron stars merge. It becomes a blackhole.

And this connection, this bond, this twin flame energy you share with him were the same ones that could salvage the abyss you two had created in between.

“Satoru.” You breathed through his neck, feeling the intensity of your euphoric state as you moved on top of him. He held your hips in place with a tight grip, his mouth parting open just enough to match the lustful gaze from his half-lidded eyes. “S-Satoru, I… I hate you.”

The white-haired man dug his face on the slope between your chests, leaving affectionate kisses on your cleavage only so he could map your mounds with his marks. “I’d hate me, too,” he responded, cupping your breast before diving in to wrap his mouth around the nub. “Hate me all you want, my love. I’d still keep running after you.”

In the middle of the night in your shared private quarters, the dim lights added to the sensual gratification of reconnecting by body, mind, and spirit with your partner in life. Despite the wounds on his rib that limited the movements of his hips, he could still hit your most pleasurable places with you on all fours and him thrusting from behind. A hand was keeping your hips in place as the tip of his member moved in and out of your hole, stretching your walls until he was able to reach his release.

“Fuck,” he cussed under his breath, panting as he fell on top of you. He distracted your soreness below by placing a soft, affectionate kiss on your lips. The one where he was completely enveloping his lips with yours, running his tongue along your lower lip, and deepening his access by swirling the wet muscle around the cavern of your mouth. When he pulled away, his shiny eyes were more illuminated than the faint yellow lighting of your room. “Let’s talk tomorrow. Go to sleep.”

Should you ask him now or should you succumb to sleep? Because you were at a point of exhaustion from a long night of passion with the man you loved, you decided that it wouldn’t hurt to wait one more day to hear whatever it was that he had to say.

He had so much to say.

Satoru hasn’t gotten any wink of sleep after you made love all night, wondering if this feeling could last forever. Perhaps he could place it in a jar and keep it sealed there. How could he protect someone without hurting them? How could he fulfill his role without sacrificing anything?

If it was good news to you, he had already decided. The war was over, but the world was hopeless. There was no other possible way to live through this world except to escape it.

But before that could happen, he still had duties to do and people he had to get back to.

Somehow, when he kissed your forehead while you were sleeping soundly in bed, he was even more determined to get up and get the job done. He put on his uniform, wore his kepi, and slipped on his military boots. The badges and insignia on his uniform wasn’t what scared the living lights out of the soldiers and civilians he passed by while walking towards the armory. They were scared of the stony expression he was wearing on his face. Mouth clamped and eyes fixed. A cloud of warning was settling over his features.

“General,” spoke one of his subordinates, “He’s been held captive last night.”

Satoru faced his soldiers with his chin up high. “You can proceed. Make sure Anais won’t hear about this.”

“Sir, yes sir!”

It didn’t take another minute for the red-haired male twin to be kicked out of the storage room—his face marked with bruises as he weakly ran towards Satoru in pitiful desperation. He was coughing up blood before going down on his knees to beg for his life. Even Major Suguru Getou couldn’t stand the sight of Ares crying like a child when he was just asserting dominance and violence on an innocent woman who deserved none of it.

“N-Nii-san… Please, get me outta here.” His voice reflected the amount of suffering he had endured the night before. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”

The Lieutenant General crouched down to meet the man’s gaze at the same level, but the difference was that the former was entertained while the latter was horrified.

“Don’t you know?” Satoru asked with the corner of his lips slightly upturned, “We’ll have to lessen the oxygen release from the tank down to twenty percent so we can conserve enough for all the people down here.”

Why, should he ask, was it relevant to say now?

Ares already knew why, and he understood exactly what every word meant. “N-No… M-My sister. She’s only got me. Nii-san, don’t—”

Too late.

“Take him to the gas chamber at once,” he ordered the soldiers in formation as he walked out of the storage room. They all gave him a salute before following his commands. “Make his death quick and feed his remains to the dogs. I want none of the civilians to know about this.”

If anything, the cold and ruthless Lieutenant General Satoru Gojou still had the courtesy to get up, turn around, and leave. He was often one to watch his enemies die before his eyes, but this was a different case overall. Ares was the brother of his childhood best friend, and so he couldn’t stand the thought of hearing his screams if he stayed another second longer down at the storage rooms. He was only doing him a favor of making his punishment a lot more humane that he would have done to others, but he still had to have him killed. He still had to pay.

And this was the clear proof that Satoru had already lost all of his conscience due to the remnants of war that deeply calloused his soul.

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Modern Nimona

Chapter 14: Comfort and Changing the Story

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Notice/warnings: death/ghost, crying

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People in the city are just doing their business by either going home from work, getting food, enjoying the night or some protesters from different sides to fight who’s the real villain.

But everyone stopped what they were doing when they heard something at the near edge of the city and the woods within the wall.

It sounded like a low growl.

Then white flaming eyes appeared from the darkness and a huge paw of smoke and darkness entered the city.

Everyone screamed loudly and ran away as it entered.

Ambrosius arrived at the scene with a few officers and got his walkie talkie out. "We need barricades on Avenue A through F." He ordered. "And can we clear the streets? These people are in danger."

The officers in the area got the order and some went to get the barricades up while others got some people to safety.

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The mayor begins looking at the city, hearing the dispatch from every officer in the city.

‘Now there’s the monster on the loose.’ Mayor Yvonne thought as she turned to her security.

"Sound the alarm!" she ordered them. "And get me to the wall"

They immediately pressed the emergency button that they fixed a week ago and the emergency alert came on as the shadows and smoke monster crawled more into the city.

Monster attack. Monster attack.

This is not a test.

Monster attack. Monster attack.

This is not a test.

Monster attack. Monster attack-

The screens came off when the monster swiped a screen off as if to say ‘SHUSH!’

Mayor Yvonne was surprised by this but she kept her guard up as she went to the wall with her security.

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All of the citizens panic as they try to get away from the monster walking more into the city.

When the monster was walking more into the city, members of every officer, military, and every S.O.S available came to people’s aid.

“It’s go time, people!” a general shouted as everyone got in position.

Then all of the officers gasped when they saw the monster of shadows and smoke.

They stood their ground.

Sirens began the sound through every corner of the city that was attacked.

There were still some citizens in the area and some officers said to them and to their coworkers, "Everyone stay calm."

Ambrosius begins checking on every person when he notices a terrified old woman about to get hurt by some falling glass and metal.

"Look out!" Ambrosius shouted as he moved her out of the way.

The glass and metal hit the ground just seconds after Ambrosius got the old woman out of the way, shattering.

"You okay?" he asked her.

The old woman nodded, trying to calm down.

Ambrosius sighs softly before he hears a familiar rude voice shout out at him.

"Hey, Goldie!" Thaddeus shouted at Ambrosius. "Watch how a real officer gets it done.”

Some of the officers pointed their weapons at the monster when Thaddeus was on his work police motorcycle with the other officers, arriving at the scene.

“Alright, officers. Let’s shoot some bullets and break some hearts." He began getting his gun out. "I’m gonna be a freaking hero-!” Thaddeus said out loud to his group, which made everyone roll their eyes at him. But when he looked at the monster with everyone else, he didn’t know what came over him but it wasn’t his prideful self. And then came screams in terror, which got the monster’s attention and looked at the officers.

The monster saw the weapons pointing at them, growling at them as if to say ‘don’t think about it’.

This act made some of the officers run, including Thaddeus.

As Thaddeus tried to get away on his motorbike, his bike hit another bike, leading it to get out of control, heading to a wall and crashing into it.

◇Meanwhile◇

The mayor was pacing and pacing of what to do then she remembered the cannons

"What is it, Madam Mayor?" One of the security guards spoke.

Yvonne looked at her security guards and ordered, “Prepare one of the cannons and aim it at the monster.”

They were shocked but did as they were told.

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Meredith and Ballister were running and they saw the mess of the whole city's current state.

“We need to get to Nimona.” Meredith said, looking at Ballister.

But then they noticed a photo of the three of them out of Meredith's pocket fell to the ground. Ballister picked it up and both of them looked at it.

Then they began hearing a scream.

A very loud and high pitch scream that could almost shatter glass.

Meredith and Ballister were worried about Nimona, now knowing the truth of her family and her culture.

They begin hearing someone huffing and puffing, making them turn around to see Ocean running over to them.

"Sealine!" Meredith and Ballister exclaimed looking at him.

"There you are, I was looking for you after you left." Ocean said, panting when he got to them.

Ocean caught their breath as they put his backpack, which was open, on the ground.

The cube fell out of his backpack and Ballister picked it up. But then an idea pops into Meredith’s head as she looks at the cube.

“Bal! I think I know a way to talk with Nimona!" Meredith exclaimed.

"What is it?" Ballister asked, looking at her.

Meredith got the cube, looked at Ocean, and said, "Get to the security room and newsrooms and get the cube working."

Ocean was shocked but nodded and did as told

"Come on, Bal!" Meredith exclaimed. Ballister nodded and ran with Meredith to get to the same level of Nimona. “I’ll tell you on the way!”

They look at the monster coming towards the bridge.

'Please don't think what I think you're doing.' both Meredith and Ballister thought as they ran.

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Nimona, in her monster of shadow and smoke form, stomped through the city, roaring in pain.

She looked at a wall screen that a commercial about a game was playing.

"I killed the monster!" the child on screen exclaimed happily.

"I killed three!" another child exclaimed happily too.

Nimona growled at that and swiped at the screen before she continue to stomp through town.

Ambrosius begins evacuating the citizens under the subway. "Come on!" he said, leading some people down in the subway.

“Let’s go!”

Some officers got to Ambrosius, where Ambrosius ordered, “Keep them moving. Get everyone underground.”

“Yes, sir.” a female officer and led the officers to help the people.

Ambrosius was about to follow but then he noticed Meredith and Ballister running to where the monster was going.

"Bal! Meredith!" Ambrosius shouted after them.

Then he gasped when he noticed one of the cannons being turned to the city.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me.” he mumbled under his breath as he got communication device out.

“Ma’am, someone is turning the cannon into the city!” Ambrosius exclaimed in worried into the communication device.

"Yes, I know. I gave the order." Ynonne said into her communication device, already at the wall and walking over to the cannon.

“But firing them will take out half the city!” Ambrosius argued. “Innocent people will die!”

“And so will the monster.” Yvonne said, showing no sign or sound of remorse for her people.

“But…” Ambrosius started but the communication device went off. “What are we doing?” he mumbled to himself as he put it away before running to the wall to stop the cannon.

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As Nimona got closer and closer to Gloreth’s statue, people started to watch some recordings while some threw random objects at her.

Along with news helicopters captured the scene as Nimona got to the statue.

She looked at the statue of Gloreth and the blade that the general holds.

She began hearing the angry shouts going through her head again as she breathed heavily.

She nearly weeps in tears after all the years she has been through.

She has lost everything. Her family, her mother, her home, the girl she loved, and even the two people who saw her, loved her and trusted who she was and didn’t run away.

'I don’t know what’s scarier. The fact that everyone in this city wants to run a sword through my heart… or that sometimes… I just wanna let ’em.' Nimona thought as she began opening her heart.

She began to scream at the top of her lungs.

But then she began to feel something just as she was about to stab herself on the sword of Gloreth. It wasn’t the blade.

It was more of stopping her.

This shocked everyone.

Nimona looked at what was stopping her.

It was Ballister and Meredith, who arrived just in time to stop her from ending her own life…

Both of them had a hand over her heart and, with their might, stopped her to let the blade hurt her.

Ballister panted as he looked up at Nimona with Meredith on his side.

"I’m sorry… I’m sorry.” Ballister said, looking up to look at Nimona.

"Please… don't do this…" Meredith said, looking up too. "We understand where you're from now."

"We see you now, Nimona." Ballister and Meredith said "And you’re not alone."

Nimona began to calm down and shapeshifted from a white light back to her human teen self.

The two grownups took a step back as Nimona shapeshifted back.

Showcasing a lot of burns and dozens of scars she had over the years and her hair mixture of the purple and pink red colors. She had red, purple and even black on her skin with a lot of marks.

She started to cry as she tried to walk over to them but her body was tired that she almost fell to her knees.

Ballister quickly caught Nimona and held her close, comforting her.

Meredith began looking at the town's people, who were looking at them. She got a bluetooth microphone, that can connect with any speaker in the area, from her bag and turned it on.

"People of the city, please listen. We're all living a lie!" Meredith said, with the microphone. "Everything you know about the city’s history and legacy isn't true.”

Everyone begins listening to Meredith.

"Our city isn't build on glory, but from centuries of war, manipulation, and fear" Meredith continued "Ballister and I Once loved the institute but now that we see things clearly that this city and the institution is built by the blood and sweat of the people being forced based on generations of bloodlines from descendants of the original knights and ended up raging at the expense of other people, even taking children who came from original knights away from their parents since birth and raise them to be soldiers!"

The citizens were talking among themselves.

"You want more proof?" Meredith said, pointing at one of the screens to show everyone to all the screens of the city.

Then there was static on the screen for a moment, getting everyone’s attention. Ocean was revealed when the static stopped. “Hello everyone.” they said, waving before stepping to the side to show the cube on a table with some cables. “I have something that I've been working on. It’s the memory projector of the shapeshifter.”

Then he attached it to one of his cables and exposed some horrifying scenes of the past.

Everyone was completely shocked at the truth and when they got to the part of the shape shifters and Glorith that was downright terrifying, and Nimona's and Gloria's past.

Everyone started to watch in horror. Even the officers and guards on the wall saw them with Mayor Yvonne.

"It's time to rewrite our history and it's time to take our power back." Meredith said, throwing away her university ring to the ground, symbolizing breaking away from the past.

A lot of the students of the Institute got their rings. One by one, they all threw their university rings to the ground.

☆

Mayor Yvonne noticed that everyone was distracted, even the monster.

The truth about everything about their secrets were revealed.

"Kill it." Yvonnoe ordered, not wanting to waste a second and have everything ruined. She didn’t hear the cannon being fired up or the officers and guards of the wall didn’t move from their spots. The mayor got mad and turned around to look at them, started to shout, "I said fire the cannon-!"

She was cut off when she saw Ambrosius and other officers.

Ambrosius had his fist up as if to say ‘wait’ to the officers and the guards. "No! It’s over." Ambrosius said, lowering his hand but still had it in a fist.

Yvonne looked at the director and officers in shock.

“It’s fooling you! Fooling all of you! Can’t you see this is what it wants?!” Yvonne exclaimed angrily, pointing at where the shapeshifter was. “For us to let our guard down! But I see what it really is, and so did Gloreth! Monsters like that are a threat to our very way of life!"

“And what if we’re wrong?" Ambrosius spoke out. "What if we’ve always been wrong and shouldn’t be afraid?"

The officers and guards nodded in agreement.

Yvonne looked at them and sighed.

"I'm sorry." the mayor said, taking something out of her pocket.

It was a ring.

Yvonne got the ring on and then pointed her hand to them, then some sort of beam of green light appeared.

It began to target the officers and guards of the wall and shoot all of them, including Ambrosius.

With everyone down, Yvonne went into the cannon and closed the door, not wanting anyone to stop her from what she’s doing.

Ambrosius tried to get up to stop her, even though he was badly hurt. “No! No!” he shouted as the door closed.

The mayor began activating the gun.

Ambrosius realized that there was no point in stopping her. He got a guard and looked at other guards and officers, who were helping the hurt others. “Let’s go!” he ordered them.

They all went to get out of the way.

Ambrosius looked at the cannon one last time before looking at the city, worried for everyone.

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Some people started to run to get to safety. Nimona, Ballister, and Meredith looked at everyone running on the ground.

“That gun is gonna kill everyone.” Ballister breathed worriedly.

“We got to do something!” Meredith said, trying to think of what they could do.

Nimona looked at the grownups, everyone, and then at the cannon. She started to hear a familiar sound that she could hear.

“Hey, boss.” Nimona called out to Ballister, getting his attention along with Meredith’s.

“Be right back.” the shapeshifter said, pointing to the wall before hitting her fist into her hand. “I’m gonna go break some stuff.”

“Wait, Nimona. What are you…?” Ballister asked worriedly, thinking of what she could do next.

“It’s time to rewrite this story.” Nimona said, turning around to look at the cannon before jumping off of the sword.

“Nimona! Nimona!” Meredith and Ballister yelled in unison as Nimona jumped off the sword and shapeshifted.

Nimona turned into a shadowy beautiful red Phoenix flying across the city.

People watched in worry and in awe as she was heading towards the gun.

"Go back to the shadows from whence you cam-" Yvonne growled, pulling a lever to activate the cannon as Nimona flew to the cannon before it could go off.

Then it exploded, destroying that part of the wall, leaving it with a pile of smoke and some glowing sparkles everywhere.

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Ballister and Meredith ran to the rubble of the broken wall.

“Nimona!” Both of them called out, looking for her.

“Nimona…” Balister said, realizing that Nimona was gone. He looks at the glowing sparkles caused from the red Phoenix.

“Come back!” Ballister begged, trying to catch one of the glowing sparkles as they faded. Then he just held his hand out as the final sparke slowly fell to his hand before fading. “Please come back…”

The spark completely faded out of his hands.

Ambrosius went to them to see both Meredith and Ballister crying.

Ballister looked at Ambrosius as he went to him. Then he leaned on him, crying, as Ambrosius held him.

Gloria came into the scene to check on everyone. “Is everyone ok?” she asked, walking over to the three.

After the entire smoke and dust came off they saw the wall finally being destroyed, a lot of the officers and other civilians now seeing the other side of the wall.

It was beautiful.

The sky was clear.

The moon was bright and the stream was there as before and the forest looked amazing.

Some people who were hiding in the woods over the years saw the citizens, mainly the ones who were hunting for some food. All of them have different colored hair and colored eyes. They were also wearing clothes that came from many centuries or even from different eras of history.

Everyone, from both sides, looked at each other that looked different from each other.

Then ghosts appeared in beautiful light pink auras in front of Ambrosius, Meredith, Ballister, and Gloria, which scared everyone for a moment.

They were Nimora's ancestors tracing all the way back to Glorth's time.

The first one of her ancestors who almost look like the grown up version of Nimona but with beautiful curly pink hair tied up in a low ponytail reaching to her calves and gorgeous reddish-pink eyes. She wore a gorgeous embroidered crimson red dress ripped revealing a pink underdress, also ripped, revealing scars of her legs, along with a little stab in her stomach.

It turned out to be…

“Niki?” Meredith breathed.

Niki began to smile, showing her grateful attitude.

“Thank you for breaking those chains.” Niki said as the other ancestors came forth and nodded to show their gratitude alongside Nimora's parents.

“Thank you for keeping our daughter safe after Gloria helped her.” Nimona's parents said to them before they turned to Gloria. "And Gloria, Thank you."

“For what?” Gloria asked, confused.

"For not giving up who you are and never forget what you did to protect Nimona."

Gloria begins with a smile.

The ancestors then turn to both Ballister and Meredith.

"And you two, Thank you for letting Nimona in your life and let her feel like home." Nimona's parents said to them.

"R-really?" Meredith said, wiping a tear.

The ancestors nodded.

Ballister wiped some tears away and calmed down.

The other civilians saw the ghost before the ghosts disappeared out of thin air and saw some more shapeshifters in the distance.

One of the shapeshift hunters went back to the village to warn them about the wall while the rest stayed.

Some of the kids that were with the hunters were completely shy and backed away with their respective parents/hunters.

Ambrosius noticed that he had his gun on him. So, very slowly, he got it out and placed it on the ground and pushed it away from him. “We’re not going to attack.” he reassured them.

He looked at the other officers and nodded to them to signal to lower their weapons. The officers did the same thing and put their weapons down.

Then two kids from the city suddenly ran out, amazed by the outside, that they bumped into a girl who was hugging her Father's leg.

"Hey, I like your hair." One kid said, pointing at the girl’s light pink hair.

“You do?” the girl asked, brushing some hair out of her face and losing the grip of her father’s leg.

The two kids nodded. “Want to be friends?”

“Let’s take one step at a time. But yes.” the girl said, letting go of her father’s leg and walking over to them.

All of the grownups, both from the city and the woods, saw this interaction and was amazed.

A bright shadowy figure was watching from the shadows before being called by her name and leaving, hoping for a better future for the city and the woods.

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secondlifep · 2 years

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Let's keep an eye on our friends and family please...

Self-harm trigger warning...

So yesterday was my cohabitating partner's 50th birthday. We had a nice day however, she felt off ... Her family is known to have strong intuition and connections so when someone "feels off", you always wonder what has gone on, what might go on, etc.

Well, yesterday afternoon, her cousin, someone that I also knew prior to our relationship as we played baseball together when I was 9-10-11 years old, was found with a self-inflicted gunshot wound to the head in his home office... fuck ... found by his teenage daughter ... The surviving family lives in another state, not close enough to immediately provide direct support...

Of course, we went to be with my mother-in-law and father-in-law, who were both completely taken aback and devastated at the loss...

My father-in-law made the comment of all comments, which is why I decided to make this post - "I could create a list of 50 people that I thought might take their own lives, and he would not have even made the list."

And there it is ... I don't think I need to say anymore ...

I share the global list of suicide hotlines that provide help to those in need.

Please contact a hotline if you need support yourself or need help supporting a friend. If you're concerned about a friend, please encourage the person to contact a hotline as well.

Global Suicide Hotline Resources

United States

National Suicide Prevention Lifeline http://www.suicidepreventionlifeline.org Phone: 1 800 273 TALK (8255)

Lifeline Crisis Chat http://www.suicidepreventionlifeline.org/gethelp/lifelinechat.aspx

Veterans/Military Crisis Line (for active U.S. service members, veterans, and family members) http://www.veteranscrisisline.net Phone: 1 800 273 8255, Press 1 SMS: 838255

The Trevor Project (for LGBT youth, friends and family members) http://www.thetrevorproject.org Phone: 1 866 488 73865

Worldwide

Befrienders http://www.befrienders.org

Australia

Lifeline Australia http://www.lifeline.org.au Phone: 13 11 14

Kids Helpline http://www.kidshelp.com.au Phone: 1800 55 1800

Headspace http://www.eheadspace.org.au Phone: 1800 650 890

Austria

Rat auf Draht http://rataufdraht.orf.at Phone: 147

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Belgium

Centrum Ter Preventie Van Zelfdoding http://www.zelfmoord1813.be Phone: 1813

Brazil / Portugal

CVV http://www.cvv.org.br Phone: 188 Email: [email protected]

Canada

Kids Help Phone (for youth under 20) Phone: 1 800 6686868

For people over 20, find a crisis centre that serves your area: http://suicideprevention.ca/thinking-aboutsuicide/find-a-crisis-centre

Czech Republic

Linka bezpečí www.linkabezpeci.cz Phone: 116 111

Pražská linka důvěry http://www.csspraha.cz/linka-duvery Phone: 222 580 697

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Linka duševní tísně Most http://www.mostknadeji.eu/linka-dusevni-tisne Phone: 476 701 444 Skype: ldt.most

Linka důvěry DKC http://dkc.cz/linka_duvery.php Phone: 241 484 149 Skype: ld_dkc

Linka bezpečí http://www.linkabezpeci.cz Phone: 116111 (děti a mládež)

Denmark

Livslinien http://www.livslinien.dk Phone: 70 201 201

Børne https://bornetelefonen.dk/ring Phone: 116 111 (Child Helpline is open daily from 11:00-23:00.)

Finland

Suomen Mielenterveysseura http://www.e-mielenterveys.fi/en/ Phone: 01019 5202

France

S.O.S Amitié http://www.sos-amitie.org Phone: 01 42 96 26 26

Germany

Telefonseelsorge http://www.telefonseelsorge.de Phone: 0800 111 0 111 Phone: 0800 111 0 222

Nummer gegen Kummer https://www.nummergegenkummer.de Phone: 0800 111 0 550 (adults) Phone: 0800 111 0 333 (children)

Greece

Klimaka NGO http://www.klimaka.org.gr

Suicide Help Greece http://www.suicide-help.gr Phone: 1018

Hong Kong

The Samaritan Befrienders Hong Kong http://www.help4suicide.com.hk

The Samaritan Befrienders Hong Kong http://www.sbhk.org.hk Phone: 2389 2222

The Samaritans Hong Kong http://www.samaritans.org.hk Phone: 2896 0000

Hungary

Magyar Lelki Elsősegély Telefonszolgálatok Szövetsége http://www.sos505.hu Phone: 116 123 Email: [email protected]

Kek Vonal Phone: 116-111

India

AASRA http://www.aasra.info Phone: 91-22-27546669 Phone: 91-22-27546667 Email: [email protected]

Israel

ERAN http://www.eran.org.il Phone: Free call within Israel: 1201 Phone: Out of Israel: 972-76-8844400

SAHAR (Emotional support chat line)(Hebrew) http://www.sahar.org.il

SAHAR (Emotional support chat line)(Arabic) http://www.sahar.org.il/?categoryId=63068

Italy

Telefono Azzurro www.azzurro.it Phone: 19696

Telefono Amico http://www.telefonoamico.it Phone: 199 284 284

Latvia

Skalbes http://www.skalbes.lv Phone: 371 67222922 Phone: 371 27722292

Lithuania

Lithuanian Association of Emotional Support Lines http://www.klausau.lt

Vaikų linija (Child line) http://www.vaikulinija.lt Phone: 116 111

Jaunimo linija (Youth line) http://www.jaunimolinija.lt/laiskai/ Phone: 8 800 28888

Vilties linija (Hope line) http://www.kpsc.lt/vilties_linija.html Phone: 116 123 Email: [email protected]

Pagalbos moterims linija (Women's line) http://www.moteriai.lt Phone: 8 800 66366 Email: [email protected]

Linija Doverija (Support for Russian-speaking clients) Phone: 8 800 77277

Luxembourg

SOS Détresse – Hëllef iwwer Telefon http://www.454545.lu Phone: 454545

Kanner-Jugendtelefon http://www.kjt.lu Phone: 116 111

Mexico

Consejo Ciudadano http://consejociudadanomx.org Phone: 55 5533-5533

Instituto Hispanoamericano de Suicidologia, A.C Phone: +5255 46313300 Email: [email protected]

Netherlands

Foundation 113Online http://www.113online.nl Phone: 0900-113 0 113

New Zealand

National Depression Initiative http://www.depression.org.nz

The Lowdown http://www.thelowdown.co.nz Phone: 0800 111 757 SMS: 5626 Email: [email protected]

Youthline http://www.youthline.co.nz Phone: 0800 376633 SMS: 234 Email: [email protected] Email: [email protected]

Norway

Kirkens SOS http://www.kirkens-sos.no Phone: 815 33 300

Poland

Fundacja Dzieci Niczyje http://www.116111.pl/napisz Phone: 116 111

Serbia

Centar Srce http://www.centarsrce.org Phone: 0800 300 303 Email: [email protected]

Singapore

Samaritans of Singapore (SOS) http://samaritans.org.sg Phone: 1800 221 4444 Email: [email protected]

South Africa

The South African Depression and Anxiety Group (SADAG) http://www.sadag.org Phone: 0800 567 567 SMS: 31393

South Korea

중앙자살예방센터 (Korea Suicide Prevention Center) www.spckorea.or.kr Phone: +82 2-2203-0053 Email: [email protected]

HopeClick http://www.hopeclick.or.kr

보건복지부 보건복지콜센터 (Ministry of Health & Welfare Call Center) Phone: 129 (24시간 위기상담 / 24 hour hotline)

정신건강증진센터 정신건강위기상담전화 (Mental Health Center Crisis Counseling) Phone: 1577-0199 (24시간 위기상담 / 24 hour hotline)

Spain

Teléfono de la Esperanza http://telefonodelaesperanza.org Phone: 902500002

Sweden

Mind https://mind.se/

Switzerland

Tel 143 - La Main Tendue – Die Dargebotene Hand – Telefono Amico http://www.143.ch Phone: 143

Taiwan

Taiwan Suicide Prevention Center http://www.tspc.tw Phone: 0800 788 995 Email: [email protected]

United Kingdom / Ireland

Samaritans http://www.samaritans.org Phone: 116 123 Email: [email protected]

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