C'est La Vie

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C’est La Vie
Prologue

“Welcome to Hell boys…”

‘So…this is what I "signed up" for…what the fuck?’

Shaun Kyore, better known as Delta, stood up from his seat to get a better look at where he was. He couldn’t believe what he saw. He never wanted to go to war, at least not seriously. He thought that boot camp was a joke. What was meant to break him, and to build him back up, did nothing for him. He aced the physical tests, never once broke under his drill instructor, and never wrote home; he had no one to write to. The only problem he had was when one of the drill instructors got in his face; he wanted them to back off. He wanted to rip them to shreds. He wanted no one to tell him that what he was doing was wrong.

He was an arrogant bastard and he adamantly refused to cut his hair, it was long and naturally a deep red—nearly a blood red color. His dark green eyes dared anyone to try and mess with him. He had a black tattoo of a dragon that ran over his pelvis, crossing over both hips before its tail would disappear to wrap down and around one leg. He had to be the only son of a bitch that wanted to go to war, that had nothing to lose, live or die. C’est La Vie.

He was a kid that grew up on the street, that snuck drugs—heroin being his drug of choice—who nearly died before he was given a second chance. Something had smacked him upside the head and told him to snap the fuck out of it, that he had things to do before he could join his family. He sneered and shook his head at the drug induced memory. Family…he had none, he wanted none.

Delta strode off of the bus, dressed in his military garb, blending in well with his ‘brothers’ until the shock of red hair was seen from underneath his helmet. He was special in another way—a very unique way—though he had gotten very, very good at hiding it. Who the hell needed to know that he wasn’t human? That he was a rather…strange animal that would much rather look as humanlike as possible.

Please excuse the ears and tail that belonged to something that was all too distinctly feline.

He hated that…

Stupid fan girls…

He was not a pushover. He did not enjoy milk, in fact he was lactose intolerant as were many felines. He was not cute and cuddly, he was firm and muscular. He would NOT lose his ears and tail if he lost his virginity as one of his boyfriends had to ask. Stupid manga books…stupid boyfriends that read way too much. Though it was true, he was still a virgin, for there was another secret about him, one that he would not diverge to any lover and he certainty wasn’t going to think about it then. Because he was not human meant that there were other non-humanlike beings and who know if they could read his thoughts? That would…suck. Royally.

But…C’est La Vie.

He had become very good at hiding his ears and tail and even when he didn’t have his helmet on, he always wore a hat to cover his ears. He never got drunk because he got drunk way too easily and if anyone found out about him, he’d be kicked out of the military. Government orders, but the government couldn’t discriminate against him; he was a legal citizen, paid his taxes and enrolled in the military. They had to deal with it. All he knew was that he was another man’s partner, that they worked alone, apart from the other ranks, orders and men. That they took their orders from the top and no one else could tell them what to do.

Delta fingered the collar that he kept hidden under his black turtle neck shirt. It wasn’t like he had a choice, once the government found out what he could do and pulled him off the streets, he had a special shock collar. Fun oh fun…

Bastards.

But…

C’est la vie.

To be Continued...