[One-shot] Can't pick up the pieces
Title: Can't pick up the pieces
Author: crazy_otaku911
Groups/Pairings: Hey!Say!JUMP - Yuuto/Chinen (camaraderie?)
Rating: PG-13
Summary: AU - Chinen doesn't know how to tell Yuuto that for them, for the soldiers, it's not about wrong or right.
Disclaimer: This work is purely fiction.
Warnings: Assassination, explosions, Chinen's a bit dark... (Not at all graphic, but people die.)
A/N: For the Hey!Say!JUMP Rare Pair challenge ( here and you all should join it, it's a neat idea! ♥) I was given the choice between Yuuto/Chinen and Chinen/Inoo and this sprang into my mind and I don't know why because I've had severe writer's block for two weeks now and I don't know where this came from. (Could possibly be in the same verse as Kisumai's Striketeam.) What did I dooooo ;____;
“Have you ever thought about it?” Yuuto murmured, ghosting behind Chinen as the other boy lined up his sniper-rifle, eye to the scope.
“Thought about what?” Chinen murmured, only half listening as he trained his sights on the square below them, waiting patiently. It wasn’t that he didn’t mind talking things over with Yuuto, just that Chinen could almost hear Yuuto’s words in his head before his companion said them. It was easy to guess what was on Yuuto’s mind, seeing the festivities and all the people below.
Although unseen, Chinen could feel Yuuto shifting behind him, gesturing to the ground below. “What we’re doing here? Why we’re doing it?”
“They’re careless,” Chinen replied simply, not looking away. He couldn’t look away, they were on a tight schedule and if he missed his one shot, there would be hell to pay… if they survived, that is.
“But there are so many people down there…” Yuuto said, worry in his voice. “Women and children too.” Moving so he could eye Chinen’s profile, he held up the detonator. “Is it really necessary?”
“If you want to live to see another day?” Chinen questioned, risking a quick glance over at his compatriot, “then yes, it’s necessary.”
Sometimes Chinen wished he’d never been placed in a platoon with Yuuto. It hurt sometimes, watching Yuuto open himself up.
Chinen wasn’t like that. Chinen had torn his heart out, laying it at the feet of his country, with a promise to fight until his last breath.
Yuto hadn’t. While he’d pledged himself to his country, Yuuto had kept his heart, giving it to everyone he met, everyone he saw. He wasn’t meant for this war, bloody and dark, cruel with its eternal death-smog, but he was here anyway, and Chinen wasn’t sure if it could be considered a miracle that Yuuto was still alive.
“It just doesn’t feel right…” Yuuto murmured. “What if they’re right? And we’re wrong?”
Chinen shrugged gently. He didn’t know how to tell Yuuto that for the soldiers, for the two of them, it wasn’t about right or wrong. It was survival of the fittest, of the smartest, and Chinen wanted them to live to see another day.
The procession, noisy and loud, was finally winding its way through the streets. Tensing, Chinen’s breathe caught in his throat, finger snug on the trigger. “Wait for it…”
Everything lined up in the crosshairs, and for a moment everything froze in Chinen’s mind, a moment’s hesitation that shouldn’t have happened, and then he was pulling the trigger.
Amidst screams of horror, there was a small fleck of blood, and then there was death.
Chinen scrambled back, leaving the rifle and meeting Yuuto’s haunted eyes. “Now.”
Another pause (oh god, Chinen thought, they didn’t have time for this) before Yuuto held up the detonator, his face twisting in misery for a moment before he pressed the button. Half a block beyond, a building erupted in flames, brick and morter and glass flying everywhere. Chinen felt the heat wash over them as they scrambled down the stairs, to escape, to freedom, to kill another day.
A part of him wanted to tell Yuuto it was okay, that for everyone else it was like fireworks, blossoming orange and bright and far too close. But he snapped his mouth shut as they ran through darkened, abandoned streets, the heat and the guilt slowly fading away.
Author: crazy_otaku911
Groups/Pairings: Hey!Say!JUMP - Yuuto/Chinen (camaraderie?)
Rating: PG-13
Summary: AU - Chinen doesn't know how to tell Yuuto that for them, for the soldiers, it's not about wrong or right.
Disclaimer: This work is purely fiction.
Warnings: Assassination, explosions, Chinen's a bit dark... (Not at all graphic, but people die.)
A/N: For the Hey!Say!JUMP Rare Pair challenge ( here and you all should join it, it's a neat idea! ♥) I was given the choice between Yuuto/Chinen and Chinen/Inoo and this sprang into my mind and I don't know why because I've had severe writer's block for two weeks now and I don't know where this came from. (Could possibly be in the same verse as Kisumai's Striketeam.) What did I dooooo ;____;
“Have you ever thought about it?” Yuuto murmured, ghosting behind Chinen as the other boy lined up his sniper-rifle, eye to the scope.
“Thought about what?” Chinen murmured, only half listening as he trained his sights on the square below them, waiting patiently. It wasn’t that he didn’t mind talking things over with Yuuto, just that Chinen could almost hear Yuuto’s words in his head before his companion said them. It was easy to guess what was on Yuuto’s mind, seeing the festivities and all the people below.
Although unseen, Chinen could feel Yuuto shifting behind him, gesturing to the ground below. “What we’re doing here? Why we’re doing it?”
“They’re careless,” Chinen replied simply, not looking away. He couldn’t look away, they were on a tight schedule and if he missed his one shot, there would be hell to pay… if they survived, that is.
“But there are so many people down there…” Yuuto said, worry in his voice. “Women and children too.” Moving so he could eye Chinen’s profile, he held up the detonator. “Is it really necessary?”
“If you want to live to see another day?” Chinen questioned, risking a quick glance over at his compatriot, “then yes, it’s necessary.”
Sometimes Chinen wished he’d never been placed in a platoon with Yuuto. It hurt sometimes, watching Yuuto open himself up.
Chinen wasn’t like that. Chinen had torn his heart out, laying it at the feet of his country, with a promise to fight until his last breath.
Yuto hadn’t. While he’d pledged himself to his country, Yuuto had kept his heart, giving it to everyone he met, everyone he saw. He wasn’t meant for this war, bloody and dark, cruel with its eternal death-smog, but he was here anyway, and Chinen wasn’t sure if it could be considered a miracle that Yuuto was still alive.
“It just doesn’t feel right…” Yuuto murmured. “What if they’re right? And we’re wrong?”
Chinen shrugged gently. He didn’t know how to tell Yuuto that for the soldiers, for the two of them, it wasn’t about right or wrong. It was survival of the fittest, of the smartest, and Chinen wanted them to live to see another day.
The procession, noisy and loud, was finally winding its way through the streets. Tensing, Chinen’s breathe caught in his throat, finger snug on the trigger. “Wait for it…”
Everything lined up in the crosshairs, and for a moment everything froze in Chinen’s mind, a moment’s hesitation that shouldn’t have happened, and then he was pulling the trigger.
Amidst screams of horror, there was a small fleck of blood, and then there was death.
Chinen scrambled back, leaving the rifle and meeting Yuuto’s haunted eyes. “Now.”
Another pause (oh god, Chinen thought, they didn’t have time for this) before Yuuto held up the detonator, his face twisting in misery for a moment before he pressed the button. Half a block beyond, a building erupted in flames, brick and morter and glass flying everywhere. Chinen felt the heat wash over them as they scrambled down the stairs, to escape, to freedom, to kill another day.
A part of him wanted to tell Yuuto it was okay, that for everyone else it was like fireworks, blossoming orange and bright and far too close. But he snapped his mouth shut as they ran through darkened, abandoned streets, the heat and the guilt slowly fading away.