Prime Minister’s Daughter
Posted on February 6, 2009
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I was stationed in Japan. Outnumbered 5,000 to 100. Our only hopes were that our bunkers could withstand the enemy blast. It wasn’t long until the bunkers were destroyed and the only thing left to hide behind were some old trucks in a rundown parking lot. So we hid where we could, often stuck laying next to a crispy bbq’ed friend until there were no more friends. Just me.
I lay between two trucks with my hands folded as if praying to Gods of mercy that they would either kill me or send me home. But their attacks at home left nothing for me to return to. I wouldn’t have anywhere to go anyway.
Some soldiers pass by and I lay still on the ground as if I’m already dead, contemplating the next move. They pass and head towards their base 100 yards away.
I rise from the debris and fleshy ashes and tear part of my white undershirt, wrap it around my fist and walk towards their base white flag high and surrendering.
Two things – they’re either going to blast me or capture me; both fun for them, and more fun if they keep me alive and torture me.
Option number two it is.
Japanese guys cuff me and take me to the people in charge. I’m cooperative and they don’t understand it. They don’t realize I’m partially thankful to not have to hide from grenades and napalm anymore.
The Prime Minister is in a meeting with the head of the military. I ask to see them, and after a few smacks in the body with a shotgun bottom, I manage to get my way. Persuasion through taking a beating, it’s a win win for both parties.
I explain to the war general and Prime Minister that I have nothing left at home. Nothing at all. So much nothing that I’m requesting to live here for a while under surveillance and am willing to help the military in training or whatever they need me for.
This war took away everything I was close to – friends…family…I don’t even know who I am anymore. The way I see it, if I can induce peace by becoming the enemy, then I can live with myself.
I’m drawing diagrams and proposals improve protection around the Japanese base. I fill them in on the common knowledge secrets (like ambush and attack from everywhere), but I don’t tell them the true tactics we learned.
And then she walks in. The Prime Ministers daughter. If you’ve only seen one Japanese girl in your life, then by all means I hope it was her. The most precious and beautiful woman I’ve seen in my life.
I can feel her eyes glazing over me with both hatred and horomones. As I’m showing her the diagrams, alone in the meeting room, she sits on the table and lounges a bit. She gets closer and closer. I can’t tell if she’s getting this close to slit my throat or what, but I don’t care because she smells so damn delightful. And then she kisses me.
At this point I’m thinking an alarm system will go off because it’s the Prime Ministers daughter. But the only alarm going off is the tension pole in my pants.
We kiss for a moment and stop. Soldiers walk in to take me to my quarters. But she insists.
i get an apartmnet, address 1200 on main street, there’s american cool guys smashing baseballs into windows and chasing me, i take the first one out and run….the rest help him from the ground.
i bought some stuff at a small store beforehand, so was running with food in my bag.
later im at the end of 10756′s driveway, last yard of the circle, sitting in a blazer. getting smashed with baseballs. these guys are real dicks. the one i beat up gets in. i tell him who i am, how i think its fun to do this too, but i cant or ill be caned/beheaded. i need to show i am legit before getting in trouble….then i have him by the throat and explain that i can also get them in my grips one by one and kill them, just like how i tricked this asshole to come to me and get in this car where i could kill and leave him with no witnesses.
later i talk about them to the minister and request a citizenship to stay so i can be with her. she even likes to get drunk.
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