[So, here's the 1st chapter! Welcome to the army. I have this huge obsession with arrogant Yunho, eheh.*hides somewhere* ]
1. I'll be your commander
I let my gaze wander through the row of men standing in the not-so-straight line, and took few steps around. My breath steamed in the cool morning air, spring was still young after all. Through the little steam clouds that vanished in the air I saw the figures of the Company C 1, some of them were moving restlessly, some standing hands crossed or in their pockets.
Where was my fuckin_straight_line of soldiers?
Not here.
..Aahhh.....I'm going to love this.
Company C 1? Well, the C was for "criminals". Or as we say, "crap." And the number 1.....I was the first one to take over this training program, so the number one just came naturally. It fits me quite well though, huh? Company C 1, those 30 more or less criminal men too would notice soon enough that I was the number one here. I stepped forwards and cleared my throat.
"Attention!" I raised my voice and let all my charisma flow through it.
"You are the Company C 1. Every single one of you belongs to Company C 1 from this second now on. C 1 is my company, which means that you're all my babies. Sweet girls. I own you, you serve me. I tell you to jump off a cliff, you jump. Without hesitation."
I let my words sink into their brains and played with the sword on my belt, waiting for someone to turn around, get angry, protest.
Nobody did.
"Let me introduce myself. I am a General Jung Yunho, but that doesn't mean a shit to you, so wipe it off from your heads. You are not allowed to say it out loud. For you, ladies, my name is 'Sir'. Keep that on mind."
Somebody coughed a bit, and I raised my eyebrows, stroking my sword's knob gently.
Silence.
"You're not special. You're not doing anything honorable or atonementing your sins. You're here because you were told to, you're here because someone has to die for the King. Everyone else does already, so as I told you, you're not fuckin' special. I'm not interested in what you did to get yourself behind the bars, I'm interested in how well do you follow my orders. And right now I want to hear a nice chorus of "Yes Sir!"
Some mumbling, a couple of random "yes sir"s.
"Interesting". I slid my sword out little by little.
"Want to leave? Wanna go home to mom? Back to prison to fight of the food with rats bigger than your head? Feel free to go. Past me, of course."
I took out my sword, blowing some steam to it's shimmering sharp steel.
"Attack me! Come on!" I waved my sword in a long curve.
"ATTACK! NOW!" I roared.
A nervous silence. Some very young -looking boy in the middle of the row shaked a little, eyes the size of a plate. I smiled in my brain.
"Let's try again. WHAT DO YOU SAY?"
"YES SIR!" Men's voices clanged as one to the cloudy sky, everyone stood still.
"That sounded a lot better, you bad boys aren't that bad boys after all? Now, pussies, listen carefully." I slid my sword back to it's case.
"I call your name, you say "Yes Sir" at a nice, loud voice I can hear very clearly, and take one step forwards. Then you stay where you are. IS THAT CLEAR?"
"YES SIR!"
I winked at one of my trusted privates, Haneul standing in the line behind me, and he brought the scroll to me, bowing his head as he handed over the list.
"Han Sang-in!" I raised my voice.
"Yes Sir!" That young timid-looking boy's voice trembled a little as he shouted and stepped forwards. Gosh, what had he done to get himself in jail?!
"Jang Du-Yi!" Maybe a thirty-years -old man with scarry face stepped forwards and "Yes Sir'd with a bit raspy voice.
"Heo-wook!" A young man with only one eye.
"Jeon No-Min!" A bit chubby middle-aged man.
"Ryu Dam!" " Bae Su-Bin!" The list went on and every man in Company C 1 stepped out and shouted "Yes Sir!". Soon I had called out the second last name, only one left-
"Kim Jaejoong!"
I don't have a fuckin' idea what happened when I called out that damned name. Kim Jaejoong. Kim Jaejoong.
Well there was a guy that got my attention at the very second he stepped out from the row. He was.....well, it's impossible to describe what he was. I'll try anyway.
Long, shiny black hair tickling his shoulders. A perfect body, eventhough the clothes he was wearing were ragged and dirty, they revealed the firm muscularity of his trained body shape. His face.......
He sure was a beauty.
Full lips that arched perfectly, a nose that was like carved from the finest marble, dark eyes that pulled you into them, the simply perfect bone structure of his face....
He couldn't be described. Why was I even trying??
He was unreal.
I tried to stop my hands holding the script from shaking.
What the fuck. Shaking?
"Yes, Jung Yunho." He stepped closer and whispered the words that only I heard him.
Even his voice was perfect. Like singing while just talking.
Wait, what- "Jung Yunho?!!"
I reacted immediately and pulled out my sword, placing it to his pale neck.
Other men gasped as one, I felt everyone's stares on my sword hand.
Keep your hand still. Just keep that fuckin' hand still.
I stared at him mercilessly and he stared back.His lips twisted a little as I pressed the blade a little.
I should make that silky-looking skin bleed...break and bleed...
Cut those amped neck veins-
"Yes sir" He forced the words out, not giving up on our eye contact. I squinted my eyes and moved forwards too, until there was merely inches between us.
"Louder." I commanded, loading all of my authority in that one word.
"Y E S S I R ." He formed the words clearly and loud, but only I saw that little diagonal smirk on his left corner of the mouth. Like this was just a game that amused him! I felt the anger rise in me again, but forced myself to calm down, being very aware of everyone's -not to mention his- stares.
"Nice. Very nice." I stepped back and looked at the row again, ripping my eyes off his.
"Some of you did well, some.....not so well. You'll notice soon enough who did well and who didn't. Now get the hell out of here, - IN A LINE!!- and build up the tents! We'll meet again tomorrow morning when the sun rises, in this same row and anyone who's late will regret it forever. GO!"
I turned my back at them, instructed the soldiers a bit in case of troubles, and walked away without looking back, heading straight to my own, luxury tent. Inside the tent I just walked around randomly, not being able to calm down, until I remembered what my father had left for me in the chest where my stuff was. I took out the empty book, turned the first page and dipped my quill to the ink, writing the year number at the first page. I turned the second page and dipped the quill again:
March 2nd
I have met a man that needs a really tough lesson.
His name is Kim Jaejoong
...And he will kneel down in front of me before this is over.
Kneel Down
-the story of my obsession-
Prologue
"I don't like this. I don't like this at all. " An older man crossed his hands like it was a final word.
"I know Dong-Yul, but we don't have a choice! Japan's army is twice as big as ours as you perfectly know, and at this speed of losing men we won't last for a month!" A younger marshal kept his voice honorable, though the despair in his voice could easily be heard. Dong-Yul, the Grand Marshal of the army of Korea kept on staring on the younger, tapping the wooden table in front of him.
"I know, Seung but this is something that really fights against our values, our people's faith in us, in Korea... knowing the risks, are you willing to take the shame on your shoulders? The responsibility and what follows it?"
Dong-Yul's stone-hard eyes didn't move an inch from a man called Seung, who lowered his head a bit.
"Seung isn't alone in this." A door opened and following the marshal who had talked, more men with marks of honor stepped in with serious faces.
"We discussed this together. This is going to be a chrisis soon if we don't get more men." A man who had stepped forwards repeated Seung's earlier words, also crossing his hands. Dong-Yul kept on tapping the table, slightly shaking his gray-haired head.
"Grand Marshal, are you going to recruit women and children then? Or tell the King that we have no other choice than retreat? Prisons are full of healthy men in a good age, just sitting at their benches while our troops are risking their life everyday!" Younger's voice grew louder. An older man sighed.
"Hyun-Su.. everyone...the risks, you should be aware of them?? How are you handling with the...how should I say, difficult cases??"
Dong-Yul kept on pressuring.
"The discipline won't fail. Planning a program...let's say, thorough enough will be going on progess from the minute you nod your head to this final chance of saving our front lines."
Dong-Yul's gray hair strands fell to cover his face when he looked down, scratching his head.
Which one of the bad options would you pick? If you were drowning, would you grab the straw or just let go?
Seconds passed by, turned into minutes...the restless silence was bustling in the room like a time bomb.
"Fine then.." he growled, raising his head and facing the stares from everywhere in the room. Seung and Hyun-Su bowed slightly, and Hyun-Su was just opening his mouth to speak when Dong-Yul raised his hand and threw in the air the question:
"Where the hell are you going to find the trainers crazy enough from?"
After another silence that lasted for two seconds, the door opened again and a tall young man stepped in.
"No need to stress. I'll volunteer." He nodded his head almost unnoticeably to the Grand Marshal, with a challenging steel-like blink in his eyes.
The silence grew louder.
The handsome, tanned man with a brown ponytail didn't move an inch and neither did the boss of the bosses, until someone coughed kind of loud and Dong-Yul let the words out:
"Fine then, Jung Yunho.....my son."
[ookays! bored with politics already?:D in next chap I'll release the asshole of assholes, YUNHO.]
- Music:ガゼット - Taion
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