Author's Note: Originally written on LJ for the HiruMamo community there during what was a very hellish finals week. This is the revised version that has a complementary story that goes along with it (Letters to the Field). Both are stand alones, though you will be more amused if you read both.

Summary: AU Sgt. Y. Hiruma finds himself writing the girl he loves to hate letters. This is a fine arrangement until his nosy, gossiping, and bored subordinates decide to get in on it....

Disclaimer: I own nothing, don't sue me.

Rating: T for most chapters (because of the frequent use of 'fuck') almost M for others (these will be remarked upon).

Warnings: This is wartime, so war related shit happens (there will be a very hard scenes involving characters dying and being shot).

Letters Home

By: Bar-Ohki

First Correspondence

"So you and the Sergeant are from the same town?" Manabu Yukimitsu, one of the latest draftees, asked Sena Kobayakawa, another kid that had just come in with the draftees. Sena had actually been in the military a little longer than some of the draftees, but he was still mostly a green recruit despite the added experience.

"Yeah." Sena nodded, not making any eye contact. Sena was shy and the only time he'd look anyone in the eye was when he was saluting or standing at attention.

"Wow, what a small world!" Manabu was sincerely amazed by the thought. "What's he like?"

"S-scary." Sena answered. Youichi Hiruma, the Sergeant, had always been someone that scared Sena a lot growing up. Though, unlike everyone else in town, Hiruma had never asked Sena to run him any errands and never actively bullied him (Hiruma just intimidated the hell out of Sena with personality alone).

"And what the hell are do you fuckers think you are talking about?" Hiruma demanded as he stepped out from behind one of the tents of their encampment. Hiruma hadn't been terribly happy back home, so his father had signed him up when they were looking for volunteers to fight. Hiruma since then actually applied himself to the war effort and had been promoted to Sergeant.

To Sena the man hadn't changed a lot, still pointy-eared, fanged, and the most pissy thing you'd had ever seen. Sena simply stood at attention with shakey legs and saluted as was proper. Manabu also snapped to attention and saluted.

"Nothing sir!" Manabu answered. He might have been weak physically, but Manabu was very smart and good with his hands.

"N-nothing sir." Sena managed to answer in a meek voice.

"You need to get over yourself, fucking shrimp." Hiruma told Sena with a pointed look.

"I'll work on it, sir." Sena assured Hiruma.

"No more fucking gossiping." Hiruma told them both flatly. "Go back to your fucking posts or I'll have your fucking hide for breakfast, am I clear?"

"Sir! Yes sir!" With two more salutes, the two Privates hurried on to their next destination.

"Already terrifying the greenhorns?" An amused voice asked from Hiruma's left.

"I didn't ask your fucking opinion, Corporal." Hiruma told Gen Takekura, one of his seconds-in-command, acidly.

"You know, Private Kobayakawa told me that his big sister has been claiming to be your girlfriend…." Gen remarked causally.

"Fucking shrimp!" Hiruma hissed, glaring off in the direction of the poor, unsuspecting Private. "And what of it?"

"You should write her." Gen told Hiruma simply. "I'm sure she asked you to."

"That isn't any of your fucking business!" Hiruma hissed, glaring at Gen. "And you are not allowed to fucking gossip in my fucking camp!"

"I'm not gossiping, I'm just giving you some advice because I'm your advisor." Gen had a bemused smile on his face.

"Tch!" Hiruma clicked his tongue. "Go show the fucking recruits around."

"Yes sir." Gen saluted then walked away casually while Hiruma stormed off to his own tent.

The Sergeant sat down and grabbed a sheet of paper and a pen. Before any words to write came to him, he recalled the so called 'promise' he had made Mamori Anezaki the last time he was home on leave.

"Hiruma!" Mamori snapped as she slammed her fist down on the counter beside his cup of coffee. "Quit ignoring me!"

Hiruma looked up from the newspaper very lazily, knowing full well that it would just piss her off even more. "Nmm?"

"Look at me!" Mamori demanded as she reached out and grabbed his chin, forcing him to direct his eyes at hers. Hiruma only frowned, growled once warningly, then gripped her wrist firmly. He knew he could easily overpower her and remove her hand, but he also knew that he could just as easily break her wrist, which would only cause him more issues later.

"As of right now I am your girlfriend and you are going to write me a letter once a month when you get back to the field, am I clear?" Mamori met his sharp green eyes with her large blue ones.

Hiruma pulled her arm away as gently as he dared. "Tch."

"Fucking woman…!" Hiruma swore under his breath, clearly pissed about that development. If it wasn't for the fact Mamori made such wonderful coffee he wouldn't have had anything to do with her. She was whiney, -mothering- smothering sort of woman who was rather spoiled in the sense she always got her way. So despite all that, Hiruma decided he would write her a letter in jest.

My So-Called 'Fucking Woman'-

As par your fucking, fucking, fucking request I am actually writing you a god forsaken letter from this hell-hole they call a 'trench'. Fucking trench. Fucking war.

Happy? You better damn well be.

-Sgt. Y. Hiruma

'That'll shut her up good.' Hiruma smirked mockingly and shoved the letter in an envelope and stamped it. 'And it will shut that fucking old man too.' So Hiruma sent the letter and washed his hands of the ordeal. No one had said anything about it until one day about 13 days after the letter was sent, Sena approached the Sergeant (fearfully, might I add).

"Ser-sergeant Hiruma, sir!" Sena saluted while he fumbled over his words. "I have m-mail for you, sir!"

The only mail Hiruma ever received was usually from commanders giving him maps and whatnot. With a small roll of the eyes, Hiruma held out his hand expectantly, waiting for the large manila envelope to be placed in it. Instead, much to his surprise, there was a small, white envelope with carefully crafted cursive on the outside proclaiming the letter to be his for all the world to see.

With a puzzled frown, Hiruma opened the letter immediately and started reading.

Youichi-

Mother said that you wouldn't write me, she told me you were such a horrible, unhonorable man that couldn't keep a promise. You probably can't imagine the look on her face when she found a letter from you in the mail. Father told me it was rather priceless.

I knew that I could count on you to prove her wrong!

The fact you actually sent me a letter seems to be the only thing that anyone's gossiping about these days. No one wants to talk about the war, or how people might be doing out there. But we always have the radio running, even during the night, to see if there's been any news.

This war has really sucked the life out of this town. Everyone's so quiet and somber. Just goes to show what happens when you take all the young men away.

They started rationing food. It's really rather confusing what they choose to be rationing and not. Gasoline and meat I understand, but I don't really get why they'd ration coffee….

Would you mind telling me how things are going out there? The radio is usually full of politicians telling us about why we are fighting and occasionally there will be some announcement, like the rationing….

I hope you are well and safe out there.

Lots of love,

Mamori A.

"What the hell?" Hiruma muttered, dazed by the fact Mamori actually bothered to send him a reply. It sounded just as chatty as she was whenever he had been in her coffee shop (one of the many things that pissed him off about her).

"Sir?" Sena asked, hoping to be dismissed.

"Don't tell anyone about this." Hiruma ordered as he tucked the letter away into his uniform.

"Yes sir."

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