Ran into a roadblock writing the prologue, so I decided to post this piecemeal like with Ronins Imperialis (which, before you ask, is indeed still in progress). Enjoy. Or not.
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'Dear Naru,
'I want so bad to hold you in my arms again, and to hold our son Kotaro - I hope I get to finally see him someday!
'The commander gave us our new orders today. I'm not allowed to write about them... but they scare me. I'm not sure if this is one even my 'invincible' self can come through alive. I don't even want to think about not being able to come back to you after all of this... but ever since Seta died in Hong Kong, and left aunt Haruka - don't let her see that part! - all alone...
'Regardless of what happens to me, Naru, I want you to keep on living. Kentaro should be back in Japan soon - losing a leg's a quick way to get a ticket home. I've told him to try and find you after he gets out, so if I don't make it through all of this, he'll take care of you. Yeah, I know you're probably wondering what I was thinking, but trust me, he's changed. We all have out here.
'Take care of Kotaro, and everyone back home at the Hinata Sou! Who knows, maybe we'll pull through this after all, and the next time you hear from me it'll be me walking through the door! Tell everyone I love them... and I love you too, Naru. No matter what happens out here.
'Love, Keitaro
June 1st, 1942'
Naru read through the short, worn letter again, allowing herself a small sob. She clutched the letter to her chest for a moment, then silently tucked it away back into the envelope it had arrived to her in, lovingly placing it atop a stack of other papers, documents, and dozens of other letters that lay within one of the bags she'd been packing. She simply couldn't leave without the letters... especially that one.
Sighing, Naru turned her attention to a telegram that lay crinked and torn at the edge of the desk. She couldn't leave behind that one either, she supposed. She picked up the telegram, proudly emblazoned with the emblem of the Imperial Japanese Army, and made an attempt to smooth the damaged notice out. Steeling herself, Naru opened her eyes and read through the invoice once more.
'To Miss Urashima Naru,
'We regret to inform you that your husband, 2nd Lt. Urashima Keitaro, was killed in action on the twenty-ninth of July, 1942, by elements of the Soviet Army outside Kuweit City. He died bravely in the service of the Emperor and Japan, and for his exceptional valor in combat he has been posthumously awarded the Bukochosho. He has brought Japan, and his family, great honor.
'Sugiyama Hajime, Chief of the Imperial Japanese Army General Staff'
Naru resisted the urge to tear the telegram in half. 'Great honor' indeed! Five long years in a foreign land, fighting desparately each day, wading through rivers of blood in the name of 'honor', and then, after so much time and so many battles and successful campaigns, striking at a foe without cause or reason, and provoking doom... not only of one's self, but one's country...
Honor. Once it had had such meaning - such reverence - in Japan. Now Naru suspected that it would never again regain it's place in Japanese society... if there was a Japanese society left in the years to come. That thought, and the thundering sound of artillery in the distance, reminded Naru of why she had to hurry with gathering her things.
The evacuation.
Naru quickly gathered the rest of the documents she needed, placing them in the same bag as the letters, before hefting her bags up onto her shoulders and surveying her room. Outside and visible through the room's windows, beyond the hills to the north and east of Hinata, the sky flashed with light and sound as the battle for Tokyo raged only a few miles away. A line of fire rose up from an anti-aircraft battery hidden from sight beyond the hill, and one of the countless black dots that swirled and circled through the cloudless sky erupted into flame and began to spiral towards the earth below.
There was an abrupt knock at the door to her room - former room, anyway - and Naru turned to see her best friend quickly step in. "Naru...", Mitsune Konno said, her eyes both opened wide - with fear. "We need to go. Haruka says that they're less than three miles away now, and headed this way!"
Naru nodded sadly. "I know, Kitsune. I was just...saying good-bye."
Kitsune was silent for a long moment, then nodded hesitantly. "Ok, but just hurry... please."
Naru watched sadly as her best friend turned, trembling, and walked away. It hurt seeing her like that... but after what had nearly happened to her in Sendai, no one blamed her.
A distant explosion brought Naru out of her musings, and she turned once again to witness a ball of fire rising up from inside the city of Hinata. Steeling herself, Naru gave her room one last look, then turned and left wordlessly.
Entering the living room downstairs, Naru felt a hand clasp the strap of one of her shouldered bags. Keeping a tight hold on it at first as she turned, Naru sighed and allowed the man behind her to relieve her of her burdens. "Sorry. Thank you, Shingen."
Tsuruko's husband smiled and shook his head. "No problem, Naru."
Just then, a small blur shot out of the kitchen, running into and attatching itself to Naru's leg. "Mommy!"
A smile came to Naru's face as she knelt down, hoisting her son up into her arms as a young woman exited the kitchen behind him with an exhausted look on her face.
"Have you been having fun with aunt Kanako, Kotaro?", Naru said, giggling at her sister-in-law's expression.
"We've been playing hide-and-seek!", the five year old declared.
"...In the tunnels.", Kanako finished, sighing. "Oh yes, so much fun."
"What're all the bags for mommy?", Kotaro asked, noticing the various pieces of packed luggage scattered throughout the room and on Naru and 'Uncle Shingen's shoulders, "Are we going somewhere?"
Naru's smile took on a sadder tone. "Yes, Kotaro, we're going to go visit aunt Mutsumi for awhile."
"In Okinawa?"
Naru shook her head sadly. "No, sweety. Aunt Mutsumi lives in Nagasaki now."
"Oh...ok!"
"But mother...!", a new voice exclaimed from the living room behind them, causing Naru to turn.
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'Dear Naru,
'I want so bad to hold you in my arms again, and to hold our son Kotaro - I hope I get to finally see him someday!
'The commander gave us our new orders today. I'm not allowed to write about them... but they scare me. I'm not sure if this is one even my 'invincible' self can come through alive. I don't even want to think about not being able to come back to you after all of this... but ever since Seta died in Hong Kong, and left aunt Haruka - don't let her see that part! - all alone...
'Regardless of what happens to me, Naru, I want you to keep on living. Kentaro should be back in Japan soon - losing a leg's a quick way to get a ticket home. I've told him to try and find you after he gets out, so if I don't make it through all of this, he'll take care of you. Yeah, I know you're probably wondering what I was thinking, but trust me, he's changed. We all have out here.
'Take care of Kotaro, and everyone back home at the Hinata Sou! Who knows, maybe we'll pull through this after all, and the next time you hear from me it'll be me walking through the door! Tell everyone I love them... and I love you too, Naru. No matter what happens out here.
'Love, Keitaro
June 1st, 1942'
Naru read through the short, worn letter again, allowing herself a small sob. She clutched the letter to her chest for a moment, then silently tucked it away back into the envelope it had arrived to her in, lovingly placing it atop a stack of other papers, documents, and dozens of other letters that lay within one of the bags she'd been packing. She simply couldn't leave without the letters... especially that one.
Sighing, Naru turned her attention to a telegram that lay crinked and torn at the edge of the desk. She couldn't leave behind that one either, she supposed. She picked up the telegram, proudly emblazoned with the emblem of the Imperial Japanese Army, and made an attempt to smooth the damaged notice out. Steeling herself, Naru opened her eyes and read through the invoice once more.
'To Miss Urashima Naru,
'We regret to inform you that your husband, 2nd Lt. Urashima Keitaro, was killed in action on the twenty-ninth of July, 1942, by elements of the Soviet Army outside Kuweit City. He died bravely in the service of the Emperor and Japan, and for his exceptional valor in combat he has been posthumously awarded the Bukochosho. He has brought Japan, and his family, great honor.
'Sugiyama Hajime, Chief of the Imperial Japanese Army General Staff'
Naru resisted the urge to tear the telegram in half. 'Great honor' indeed! Five long years in a foreign land, fighting desparately each day, wading through rivers of blood in the name of 'honor', and then, after so much time and so many battles and successful campaigns, striking at a foe without cause or reason, and provoking doom... not only of one's self, but one's country...
Honor. Once it had had such meaning - such reverence - in Japan. Now Naru suspected that it would never again regain it's place in Japanese society... if there was a Japanese society left in the years to come. That thought, and the thundering sound of artillery in the distance, reminded Naru of why she had to hurry with gathering her things.
The evacuation.
Naru quickly gathered the rest of the documents she needed, placing them in the same bag as the letters, before hefting her bags up onto her shoulders and surveying her room. Outside and visible through the room's windows, beyond the hills to the north and east of Hinata, the sky flashed with light and sound as the battle for Tokyo raged only a few miles away. A line of fire rose up from an anti-aircraft battery hidden from sight beyond the hill, and one of the countless black dots that swirled and circled through the cloudless sky erupted into flame and began to spiral towards the earth below.
There was an abrupt knock at the door to her room - former room, anyway - and Naru turned to see her best friend quickly step in. "Naru...", Mitsune Konno said, her eyes both opened wide - with fear. "We need to go. Haruka says that they're less than three miles away now, and headed this way!"
Naru nodded sadly. "I know, Kitsune. I was just...saying good-bye."
Kitsune was silent for a long moment, then nodded hesitantly. "Ok, but just hurry... please."
Naru watched sadly as her best friend turned, trembling, and walked away. It hurt seeing her like that... but after what had nearly happened to her in Sendai, no one blamed her.
A distant explosion brought Naru out of her musings, and she turned once again to witness a ball of fire rising up from inside the city of Hinata. Steeling herself, Naru gave her room one last look, then turned and left wordlessly.
Entering the living room downstairs, Naru felt a hand clasp the strap of one of her shouldered bags. Keeping a tight hold on it at first as she turned, Naru sighed and allowed the man behind her to relieve her of her burdens. "Sorry. Thank you, Shingen."
Tsuruko's husband smiled and shook his head. "No problem, Naru."
Just then, a small blur shot out of the kitchen, running into and attatching itself to Naru's leg. "Mommy!"
A smile came to Naru's face as she knelt down, hoisting her son up into her arms as a young woman exited the kitchen behind him with an exhausted look on her face.
"Have you been having fun with aunt Kanako, Kotaro?", Naru said, giggling at her sister-in-law's expression.
"We've been playing hide-and-seek!", the five year old declared.
"...In the tunnels.", Kanako finished, sighing. "Oh yes, so much fun."
"What're all the bags for mommy?", Kotaro asked, noticing the various pieces of packed luggage scattered throughout the room and on Naru and 'Uncle Shingen's shoulders, "Are we going somewhere?"
Naru's smile took on a sadder tone. "Yes, Kotaro, we're going to go visit aunt Mutsumi for awhile."
"In Okinawa?"
Naru shook her head sadly. "No, sweety. Aunt Mutsumi lives in Nagasaki now."
"Oh...ok!"
"But mother...!", a new voice exclaimed from the living room behind them, causing Naru to turn.