C'est La Vie

C’est Le Vie

Chapter One





Sujuka watched the miserable crew of soldiers pour in. He was the one to greet the sorry bastards that always waltzed in thinking that they were tough shit. They had another thing coming when he got a hold of them. He wasn\'t a nice man like his fellow leaders. He wasn’t\' a general for no reason either. He could care less if these new pansies didn’t\' want to fight. They brought it upon themselves. Or at least that\'s how he looked at it. No one dared to fight his opinion anyway. He wasn\'t physically strong, but his temper and attitude had the habit of severely bringing people down from their pedestal of self made \'righteousness\'. He was born into this role.



"Listen up you little shits. You\'re under my jurisdiction now. Hey, you! Sit your ass down unless you want to be the first to experience what I do to people when they disrespect me. When I tell you to stand, you stand. If I don\'t tell you to stand, then you will keep your ass in your seat." He snarled. "This isn\'t boot camp, you understand me? We don\'t have laws that say we can\'t hurt you. In fact, I promise that 90 percent of you will cry for your fucking parents a week into basic training. The rest of you don’t\' have parents." He snorted in mock amusement.



He walked along the first row of seated soldiers. "I\'m not expecting you to conform to the normal military setting. As you can see, I have long hair.” He displayed, running his fingers through his waist length ebony hair. “However, I also don\'t allow it to be used against me. If you get injured because someone grabs your hair, then I will personally chop your hair of myself. I don\'t allow the use of head equipment unless in a potentially deadly battle. So, hats off, boys. I\'m sure some of you recognized that some of your fellow soldiers are different. My ranks are full of uncommoners, because I too am an uncommoner. If I hear one thing about it, I\'ll discharge you, accompanied by a beating. If there\'s anything else that needs to be said, I will address you in the Barracks. Dismissed."



He waved them off. Technically he was supposed to go over some more rules and regulations. But he didn\'t figure it would be that important considering they only had one month of basic training before he got them out on the battle field. They found that soldiers who trained the week before going into battle fared batter. And Sujuka wanted to keep his record of having the least amount of casualties of any of the major leaders.



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Delta looked over his shoulder when a man yelled at him to sit down, so he walked to the back of the crowd and stood, arms crossed over his chest, when he was told to take his helmet off, he did, but he certainly didn’t remove his hat and if he had allowed his tail to be free, it would be snapping through the air in anger. He knew that the person speaking was probably the one that he would be taking orders from, but hell…it wasn’t like he was going to make it easy on him.



He leveled his green, feline eyes at the man, waiting till he was dismissed before he turned sharply on heel and walked away. One, there was no way in hell that he was going to take off his hat, and two…why the hell would he get anywhere near the other men’s barracks? That screamed bad idea. The place they were in had no women, and while that normally didn’t bother Delta, there was another lesser known secret about the feline race that he was part of, one that he wanted nothing to do with and it involved the reproductive style of the males and females. Meaning…naturally (Or unnaturally. since even the Russian humans were finding a way to make it true for humans as well…) Whoever got pregnant with the kittens were whoever was the submissive in a relationship, and while there were times when it was the female with a male, there were times when a bottom female would become pregnant by a top female and a male bottom would be pregnant by the top male.



Delta’s kind was dwindling rapidly and it was nature’s way of making sure that they had every chance to bolster their numbers again. Even that…wouldn’t have been a bad thing for Delta…as long as he would have been the dominant in relationships but…he wasn’t. He was a submissive feline, despite all of his bluster and arrogance.



He bared his teeth at Sujuka before he walked away, snagging his own tent and dragging it well away from the others before he pitched it and got inside, pulling off his hat to allow his ears to spring up, he unbound his poor tail and winced when he stretched, his hands kneading the blanket in front of him before he curled in it, buried his head on the blanket and settled in for a much needed cat nap. The heat, it was all too perfect for him, he was quite content to snooze and doze. Dream of chasing things, particularly shiny things; ooooh or Catnip, he loved catnip, it was like his safe heroin and he couldn’t resist the stuff.



He was a strange person, he tried his damnedest to fit in with the humans, but there were little quirks about him, his arrogance, his continual swearing to Bast, his goddess, the fact that he avoided alcohol like the plague and how, for one week a month (like any fertile mammal he had a point where he was at the point of where he could become pregnant and like any feline, or canine or other animals, he had his heat cycle) he would bar himself into a room, refusing to come out since he would grab the strongest male in the vicinity, the one who was most likely to give him the strongest offspring, and quite literally beg him for sex.



Needless to say…



He had gotten very, very good at locking himself into a room and waiting it out.



Sujuka watched the boy walk away and set his tent up. “Please don’t\' tell me that boy just snared at me." Sujuka didn’t directly ask, but he groaned at the very idea of someone actually thinking they were smart enough to act out against him.



"I think he did, Sujuka." Likan, a fellow general, seemed so amused by it that it made Sujuka want to smack the smile off his face. But no one would hit Likan. No one wanted to. For all of his mean training and just painful punishment, he was a genuinely nice guy. Strange to look at with multi-colored eyes and a strange coordination of blue, blonde and teal hair; but no less wonderful.



"That little bastard!" Sujuka growled himself. He followed the boy directly to a section that was set out aside for him or any others like him. The military was well aware of the differences of their respective races. At least the boy was given his own place to hole himself up. But Sujuka never took well to being back talked and made it certainly clear as he walked up behind the boy, picked him out of his tent and with a swift fist and perfect aim decked him in the back of the head. He didn’t feel a damn bit sorry for him as he fell from the impact.



"I thought I told you to take off your hat?" Sujuka sneered. "I don\'t like it when my rules aren\'t followed. I may look like less than something to be feared, but little boy, trust me...You\'re better off kissing my ass for the next few weeks and moving on. I don\'t treat my full soldiers harshly, but when you\'re just a new coming grunt, you\'d better learn to listen. People like you make casualty rates go up."



"And everyone knows Sujuka doesn\'t like his soldiers dying." Likan smiled, coming up behind Sujuka. "Just be nice Sujuka, it\'s his first day."



"What are you? The fucking voice of reason?!"



It took a moment before Delta registered the sharp pain in the back of his head then the rather painful descent to the ground. He hissed angrily, his eyes narrowing before he stood up and rubbed the back of his head but he refused to take his hat off. One, he liked his hat and he then knew that he was going to do everything possible to piss the general off. Who knew? He might even be able to get sent home…if he had a home.



“Maybe the casualty rates go up because your men are sick of you and choose the suicide option.” He shot back angrily. He backed away then, the scent of his heat cycle was starting to assail his senses and soon enough if Sujuka didn’t get away, Delta would be one angry kitten. “Listen bucko, read the report on me. I passed the damn training; I’m not here to train. Lucky for you I’m already one of your full soldiers.” He hissed again as he rubbed the back of his head, “Fuckin’ ‘tard.” He muttered as he had to pull his tail out from where he wrapped it. “You hurt my damn tail.” He whispered, trying to smooth the fur down.



He shook his head, “Alright General look…I normally don’t act this way, usually, I’ll listen but this week is kinda the bad week to try and get me to do any listening.” That was his offhanded attempt at apologizing, but it was also his way of saying: ‘Get the fuck away from me unless you wanna find out what happens when I feline goes into heat…’



Actually as long as he locks himself in, all he does his meow since it is a rather…painful experience to be in heat and have no one to actually help out.



"I know you did NOT just back talk me, you little shit." Sujuka seethed. He didn\'t like people trying to chime in with their two cents when they had no idea what they were going on about. "You know, smart ass responses are only going to make me punish you. You think I care about if I hurt you? Oh little boy, you think boot camp is training? You think that pansy shit they put you through during non-war times means shit to me? If you\'re in my division, you\'re a rookie as far as I\'m concerned. You\'re not a full soldier until say you\'re a full soldier!"



Likan coughed hesitantly, "Sujuka...calm down. You\'ll bust a blood vessel." Likan looked at the soldier in training. "Why couldn\'t you just mind your manners? Now he\'ll be tearing everyone to shreds."



"Shut up Likan, or I\'ll give you a paper cut or something." He growled, failing to explain to anyone that Likan was a hemophiliac, which shouldn\'t be possible for a general. He leaned forward to the angry kitty and snatched the hat off his ears. "If these things embarrass you so damn much, then do what I did and get them removed!" He said flicking one of the ears.



Once Delta felt the hat snatched off of his ears, he felt his ears lay flat back on his head as he hissed angrily and reached for the hat again. “Listen here you generalized fucktard…I need my hat!” He protested. He hissed and snatched his head back as he felt Sujuka flick one of his ears. “Don’t touch those!” He growled again, something that sounded truly demonic, it wasn’t that he hated his ears, he just hated the jokes that came with being a feline. There were only so many ‘pussy’ jokes that he could tolerate before he went batshit on the other men.



"Leave the poor boy alone. Not everyone\'s as masochistic as you are Sujuka." Likan snorted, "Are you done PMSing?" He joked.



"No. I\'m fucking NOT. Now stay out of it!" He verbally lashed at Likan. "He\'s not your rookie!" Sujuka turned back to Delta. "I\'m keeping this until you can learn to shut your fucking mouth." He finalized and turned to stomp away, leaving Likan with the newbie.



He rubbed one of his ears and as the man turned to leave he actually took a step forward to follow, his body seriously overriding his mind when it came to the fact that…Sujuka was definitely stronger than he was. He fit the criteria needed to mate with the man. All of his previous boyfriends hadn’t been anywhere near close enough to even deal with him if he went into heat.



He turned on his heel. He bent down, picked up a dirt clod and with expert aim threw it at the general’s head, hitting him perfectly. He purred richly in pride. “There…that shows you and proves to me…that I can control him.” He muttered to himself, at least, that was what he hoped it would prove. He headed back to his tent; he would need to prepare for a rather…painful week. It wasn’t as if he could stay locked in his tent during training, so during his heat cycle he would be out training with the men. He ran a hand over his face and growled.



Of course he couldn’t have been born straight, then he would have never had had a heat cycle in the first place. His tail swished angrily; at least, he could only hope that the rest of the men that he was training with were human since his body gave off a rather addicting pheromone. It was something that would draw men that could sense it to him and while he may not want to be the camp’s fuck toy… it could happen unless he either found a mate that could keep them away or was with a bunch of humans.



Sujuka scowled, his shoulders shaking with rage, "That boy is going to lose his life if he doesn\'t stop. Damn fucking children." Sujuka cursed at Likan. Likan merely listened and obliged the eccentric man. Sujuka wasn\'t one to say "shut up" to if you wanted to enjoy the rest of your life. Sujuka was too much of a bastard to try and be nice too.



"He\'s in heat, Sujuka, Give him a break."



"SO? So are you! And you\'re not disrespecting me or trying to fuck me or what ever you girl types do when you\'re PMSing." He pointed in the direction of Delta\'s area, "That kid is seriously not going to behave like that around me. I have no problem kicking his ass to kingdom come and back and then kicking his ass there again. Because his little bullshit rebel crap is going to give everyone else the impression they can get away with it. And if they start following in his example then my death rate will go up again, because I\'ll kill the sons of bitches myself!" He shouted, knowing that everyone, especially his little \'rebel\' could hear him clearly.



"Sujuka, our kind is different than his kind."



The long haired general glared at Likan, "If you wanna defend him, then take him! Damn girls belong together. This is the MILITARY. I don\'t care if he grows breasts. He\'s gonna fight the way I want him to. This time I\'m not sending my soldiers off, I\'m going with them. Is it wrong to want to be able to trust my soldiers?" He looked over and seethed again.



Delta heard his commander yelling and knew that he had stepped over the line, way over the line. He didn’t make excuses for what he had done, he knew that he could act a bit better around the general, true he was a stubborn bastard, but he was a loyal one when push came to shove. He knew better than to disobey his commanding officer, especially one who had deemed that it was allowed that the races not have to hide what they were. He and Sujuka had gotten off on the wrong foot and that was pretty much Delta’s fault, he admitted it. He fingered one of his ears as he tried to figure out where his attitude had shifted.



He had willingly joined the military, kind of. After the government had collared and tagged him, kept a careful record of his heat cycle and tried to figure out the best person to breed him with, they gave him two options. He could stay in the Confines where the Toms would be brought to him and it would be determined then whether or not they would fit for the sort of breeding that the government wanted to do, or he could join the Military, placed under someone that wouldn’t allow his runaway mouth to get him in too much trouble, who also would have no interest in the feline. Delta had chosen the military; he refused to be the Government’s breeder. When it came time for the Government to choose his Mate, Delta had promised himself that he would have already found the one that he wanted to be with. The rest be damned.



"DELTA, get your ass over here. Right now.” Sujuka bellowed. “If you don\'t, little kitty, then I promise to god I won\'t stop anyone who decides to make a bitch out of you." He didn\'t like using that threat, but he\'d been there before, and he didn\'t like being the center of attention for all those damn bastards in heat. People often mocked him and antagonized him because he appeared to have no interest in sex whatsoever, which wasn\'t exactly true, but he didn\'t want to project himself as a damn horn dog like they did.



Delta’s body tensed in fear when he heard Sujuka’s threat, but it wouldn’t be something that he could call the other’s bluff on. He turned around slowly, his tail wrapped around his waist protectively as his ears lay flat against his skull. He walked back towards the general, his steps wary now that the threat was in place. He stood out of arms reach but didn’t fall into the military position, he looked like he was ready to bolt, he would not want to be the camp’s bitch, it would literally kill a member of his species to be used by any but the one that was his mate and Delta had no intention of dying any time soon.



The general folded his arms and waited for Delta to approach. He started speaking while he was still walking toward him. "Listen, I\'m not a difficult person to please. I want you to take off that hat. If it\'s that uncomfortable to look like that, than I can go get someone who has ears like yours to stay with you. But you will not wear that hat."



Delta forced control over himself before he gave a brief shake of his head. “I…don’t need anyone to stay with me.” He responded, “I won’t wear the hat.” He promised, his voice wasn’t clipped, it wasn’t disrespectful, and it was devoid of all emotion as he fisted his hands to his sides.



That threat was enough to bring him to heel, he’d be with whom he wanted and while Sujuka fit the bill, he wasn’t going to go to that man for anything unless it had something that was close to a bullet wound. He also wouldn’t go to the other if any of the men grew too intoxicated with the scent that Delta would be starting to give off. He’d fight them off alone, he truly wasn’t part of the regiment and he had a sniper somewhere on the base that he hadn’t met yet, other than that…he and the other would take orders from Sujuka or Liken if all else failed. They wouldn’t be on the main battle field; they’d be sniping and moving.



To Be Continued