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Barracks	By : chayron Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 16996 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z – it belongs to its respective owners. This fan fiction is not a commercial project, and I am not making any money from writing it.

Chapter List
- 1-Barracks
- 2-Part 2
- 3-Part 3
- 4-Part 4
- 5-Part 5
- 6-Part 6
- 7-Part 7
- 8-Part 8
- 9-Part 9
- 10-Part 10
- 11-Part 11
- 12-Part 12
- 13-Part 13
- 14-Part 14
- 15-Part 15
- 16-Part 16
- 17-Part 17
- 18-Part 18
- 19-Part 19
- 20-Part 20
- 21-Part 21
- 22-Part 22
- 23-Part 23
- 24-Part 24
- 25-Part 25
- 26-Part 26
- 27-Part 27
- 28-Part 28
- 29-Part 29
- 30-Part 30
- 31-Part 31
- 32-Part 32
- 33-Part 33
- 34-Part 34
- 35-Part 35
- 36-Part 36
- 37-Part 37
- 38-Part 38
- 39-Part 39
- 40-Part 40
- 41-Part 41
- 42-Part 42
- 43-Part 43
- 44-Part 44
- 45-Part 45
- 46-Part 46
- 47-Part 47
- 48-Part 48
- 49-Part 49
- 50-Part 50
- 51-Part 51
- 52-Part 52
- 53-Part 53
- 54-Part 54
- 55-Part 55
- 56-Part 56
- 57-Part 57
- 58-Part 58
- 59-Part 59
- 60-Part 60
- 61-Part 61
- 62-Part 62
- 63-Part 63
- 64-Part 64
- 65-Part 65
- 66-Part 66
- 67-Part 67
- 68-Part 68
- 69-Part 69
- 70-Part 70
- 71-Part 71
- 72-Part 72
- 73-Part 73
- 74-Part 74
- 75-Part 75
- 76-Part 76
- 77-Part 77
- 78-Part 78
- 79-Part 79
- 80-Part 80
- 11
- 12
- 13
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z – it belongs to its respective owners. This fan fiction is not a commercial project, and I am not making any money from writing it.
Warnings: Alternate Universe. Yaoi (male x male). Goten x Trunks and vice versa. Other pairings.
Barracks
by chayron (lttomb@yahoo.com), beta-read by chibi_vegeta
Part 12
Goten turned to look at the flag behind them. The forest was void of wind and it hung limply draping around the flagpole. They had ten minutes until the game started.
They needed a plan. He doubted that a miracle would happen and the enemy would just come and let themselves be shot one by one. While all five of them were sitting here on their asses, some nursing their hangovers, others yawning their heads off, the enemy had probably already come up with a plan.
“We need a plan.”
Toharu looked at him. “You mean ‘Go to their territory, attempt to get the flag and be tagged because they are much better shots than we are’, this kind of plan? Thanks, I rather stay here and get shot without moving around too much.”
Goten looked at Ario. The bulky Saiyan shrugged. “If he stays, then I stay, too.”
Figures. Goten rolled his eyes. He felt the urge to shoot them both right here and now.
From the corner of his eye, Kyon caught a glint in the bushes on their right. Trying to look nonchalant and at the same time not to let out the bushes out of his sight, he walked over to Goten, who was sitting on the grass. “Don’t look, but there’s someone in the bushes on our right,” he whispered.
“The game hasn’t started yet,” Goten muttered without turning his head even though his neck was cramping with the need to turn. “They shouldn’t be in our territory yet.”
“Tell that to them. I’ll pretend to go to take a leak then go around them.”
“You sure?”
“I’m a hunter, Goten. I’ve lived in the forest all my life.”
“You never told me.”
“It never came up. I’m going to take a leak, guys,” Kyon said in a louder voice.
Goten watched him walk around their tent then disappear behind a thick tree. Trying not to arouse any suspicion, Goten pulled his dart gun closer to himself so as to be ready to shoot in the direction of the bushes any time. A few minutes later someone yelped. An unfamiliar man leaped out of the bushes. He was trying to recharge his dart gun. He startled as Goten’s pistol went off. The dart whipped past the man without touching him and pinned itself into a tree about three meters away from him.
“Ye gods, what a lousy shot you are!” Kyon grunted at Goten, hitting the distracted man on the back of his head with the butt of his gun. The man fell to the ground like a felled tree. Kyon kicked the dart gun out of his reach in case he was faking it.
Toharu and Ario averted their guns. They had reacted as soon as the man had appeared from the bushes but Kyon had been faster. Secretly, Goten was relieved as for a moment there he had thought that in that frenzy they might accidentally shoot Kyon.
“What the fuck?” Ranvera demanded.
“They came here to find out where our base is, just waiting for the game to start and then they would have hunted us down one by one,” Kyon explained. “There’s one more in the bushes.”
Ranvera walked over to the unconscious man. “It’s one of the elites from the opposing team.” He kicked the elite to show he was not very happy with how things were going. “Has anybody got a rope?”
“Yeah,” Kyon nodded. He pulled out another dart out of his holster and started recharging his gun. “I’ve brought plenty.”
Ranvera grabbed the elite by his left foot and started dragging him towards the tent. Once there, he let the leg drop and crawled into the tent. Meanwhile Ario had found the second elite asleep in the bushes and was now hauling him over to the tree all of them had marked this morning. Toharu took a length of rope from Kyon’s rucksack and set to tying him up.
“What a stupid game,” he said while tying the elite’s wrists. “Even when I was a child we used to crush rocks over each other’s heads, break each other’s bones and shoot ki-blasts all over the place. Now look what it has come to!” He nodded towards his gun. “I’m over eighteen and play with toys!”
“Actually, where did you grow up?” Goten wondered. He cut a piece of rope and started tying the elite Kyon had knocked out with the butt of his gun.
“At Gardiza,” Toharu said, checking the knot on his captive’s wrists to make sure he had tied him up securely. Then he started working on his ankles.
Kyon gave Toharu’s back a look. “I heard even dogs would not want to stay in that children’s home.”
Somewhat uncomfortable, Toharu rubbed the back of his neck. “Well, yeah. Most of the time we went around mad with hunger.”
Goten shrugged. “Well, now I finally get it.”
Kyon turned to look at him. “What do you get?”
“This weird obsession of his with…hmmm…material things.”
“I’m not obsessed,” Toharu protested.
Ario sighed. “He’s not,” he confirmed. “Well, not as much as he used to be. If you had met him a few years ago, he would have beaten you, taken your money and clothes away and left you to die in the middle of the road. Now he just takes your money. Creatively, at that.”
“Oh, you flatter me too much, darling.”
“Ranvera?” Goten called out after noticing the other Saiyan tinkering with his computer. He didn’t know that Ranvera had brought it with him. “What are you doing there?”
“Trying to find out where their base is.”
“You’re doing what?!” Goten gasped. “As your squad leader, I forbid you! Turn it off this instant!”
“Too late, sir?” Ranvera said, not paying him any attention, adding the honorific as an afterthought. “Here’s their base. And here’s the flag,” he said, pointing at something on the screen. Then he turned the screen towards his teammates.
Goten scratched his head. “Well, I suppose it won’t hurt if we take a look.”
“Oooh, nice view!” Toharu complimented Ranvera after taking a glimpse at the screen. He clapped him on his shoulder. “Now, I don’t want to pry, but this looks like the view from a satellite.”
“Yup,” Goten agreed. “I can see them moving around the flag. Now, turn it off,” he ordered.
This time Ranvera obeyed and gently lowered the top of his laptop until there was a soft click.
“But why?” Toharu protested. “Knowing every movement of theirs, we could shoot them like rabbits!”
“Well…” Goten drawled. “It would be…unfair?”
“Who the heck cares?”
Goten pointed at the two elites tied to the tree. “Now we got back at them for their spying and let’s just leave it at that.”
Kyon took them in. “Shouldn’t you have taken the dart out?” he asked Toharu.
“What for?”
“Good point.”
The five of them sat in a circle with their backs to the flag, but after an uneventful twenty minutes they were all restless.
“Well, we could go instead of waiting for them here,” Kyon suggested to Goten. “You never know when they might sneak up on us. Isn’t it better to sneak up on them first? The three of them should just stay and guard the base. I am quite a good shot.”
“Toharu?”
“I don’t care,” Toharu shrugged. “We’ll lose anyway.”
“That’s the spirit!” Goten whooped sarcastically. “Let’s just surrender at once!” He scowled at his friends. “Alright, so we’re going, and you three shoot anything that moves.”
Goten and Kyon disappeared in the forest. The three men left gazed longingly at the trees. Toharu sighed. Gingerly, he touched his throbbing forehead. He probably should stop drinking like there was no tomorrow. Ah right, that was why he drank – because there was always tomorrow.
Their eyes snapped to the left as something rustled behind the trees on their left side.
“It’s us! Don’t shoot!” Came hushed voices.
Kyon and Goten appeared from behind the trees.
“There’s something in those bushes again,” Kyon muttered.
Suddenly, there was a bellow and Kyon raised his gun. “Cover me!” he hissed, running towards the bushes.
“What cover?! I can’t see a damn thing in there!” Toharu growled out. “Fuck!” he cursed as Kyon’s back disappeared in the shrubbery. “He’s dead! Dead for sure.”
“Wasn’t that a moose we heard?” Ario wondered.
“Yeah, it sounded rather animal-like,” Goten agreed.
“What?! That fucking sonovabitch!” Toharu growled. “What the hell are you shooting at?!” he yelled at Kyon whose back reappeared. With both hands holding on the fore-hooves, he dragged a moose out of the bushes.
Kyon glared at him but said nothing, continuing to drag the beast. He turned back to the moose and grinned. Heaving another pull, he reached his teammates and let the legs drop. He took his gun off his back and started to recharge it.
Toharu prodded the beast with the end of his boot. He gripped his gun firmer and his eyes sparkled with fire.
“Can you even imagine how much meat it is?” Kyon said dreamily. He didn’t know about his friends but he had just gotten plenty of motivation to keep their base as long as possible.
Dumbfounded, Goten and Ario stared at Kyon for a few seconds then their gazes went to the moose. They watched Kyon get a knife out of his rucksack. They stepped aside as it flickered professionally over the moose’s throat. The beast began to convulse, sending blood gushing out on the grass. Kyon held its head down till the moose let out its last gargling breath. Not a single drop fell on the savars.
“How much money could we make from this beast?” Toharu wondered when Kyon stood up.
“I haven’t had a meal since yesterday’s lunch and you want to sell it?!” Kyon protested harshly.
“I’m going to get some firewood,” Ario said, already turning into the forest. “You two had better skin the damn thing while I’m gone.”
“Alright,” Toharu gave in. “But we don’t have salt or anything…”
Kyon motioned at his backpack. “I have everything we need right here.”
Toharu gave him a searching look.
“C’mon,” Kyon shook his head, incredulous. “Don’t tell me you haven’t thought of that – it’s a forest, so it’s bound to be lots of food running all over the place. We can’t just let the opportunity pass!”
“I bet you even brought your cookbook…” Goten drawled. He choked on his saliva as Kyon nodded seriously.
While Kyon was skinning the moose, Toharu was giving his back an interested look. He had long ago felt as if he had found a soul akin to his. “We have to eat as much as we can, because I doubt they’ll let us keep it,” he said, looking around the perimeter just in case they were tagged even before eating. “That would be a huge waste.”
“Yeah, yeah, that’s the plan,” Kyon nodded.
Amazed, Goten watched Kyon quickly skin the beast. Soon he started disemboweling it.
Then they heard a few branches break. Their guns ready in their hands, they scanned the area. Two shots rang as one as a man wearing blue-colored clothes appeared from behind the trees. He gasped and fell backwards like a rock, the wood he had been carrying spilling from his hands onto him and the moss.
Kyon gave a meaningful look at Goten’s dart which still was vibrating above the heads of the captives, which were tied to the tree. “But seriously…” he shook his head in astonishment. “I think you shouldn’t even bother shooting.” He chuckled as Goten gave him the finger.
Their attention went to the trees again as there was some noise.
“It’s me,” Ario said, swinging his gun over his shoulder. He appeared from behind the trees. “I found him trying to sneak up on us in the forest from behind,” he explained while dragging the sleeping elite over. “I figured I’d make him carry the wood instead dragging him and the wood back here. I’m surprised he managed to walk this far.”
They covered his mouth then tied the elite to the tree next to the other two. They set to building the fire. Goten watched them for a few minutes then scratched his head sheepishly.
“So any of you want to go with me to their base?” he offered. “Now there are only two of them left. They’ll probably only guard their flag and wait for us to come.”
“Fine with me,” Toharu said, shrugging. “They can wait forever. I’d rather have a nice meal here.”
“I can’t leave. Have to roast it first,” Kyon said excitedly, pouring herbs all over the moose and rubbing them into the game.
Goten rolled his eyes.
Ranvera sighed. He stood up. “Alright, I’ll go with you.” He looked at the moose longingly. “Just leave some for us.”
He and Goten left, leaving the other three carving out handsome pieces of meat and skewering them on sticks. Ario stood watch just in case although they didn’t believe that anyone would attack them.
“They’ll probably disqualify us,” Toharu ventured. “The smoke will be seen from anywhere.”
“So what?” Kyon wondered. “So far we’ve done nothing against the rules.”
“Well, if you don’t count Ranvera hacking into a satellite…” Toharu pointed out.
“Goten seems to be pissed,” Ario drawled.
“Yeah…” Toharu agreed. “He’s the serious sort.”
Kyon hummed something under his breath. “You mean the most responsible of us all?”
“Hey, I’m responsible, too!”
Ario snickered at his lover, “Yeah, responsible for stealing the flatware.”
Toharu looked mildly hurt. He pointed his finger at Ario accusingly. “You know I did that only because they hadn’t allowed us to eat! They piss me off, fucking tops!”
Ario shrugged. “Hey, I never said stealing was a bad thing.”
Toharu raised his hands giving up. “All right, all right, I get it. So Goten’s responsible, with a competitive spirit to boot. I think he wants to prove to the shaii he can do it. Just to spite the bastard. They seem to like getting on each other’s nerves. Reminds me of a kindergarten romance; same mindset.”
Kyon shook his head. “That idiot. Nothing good will come from going against a superior.”
“I just want to eat,” Ario concluded mournfully.
Toharu and Kyon sat silently by the fire, staring at the cooking morsels. From time to time they would turn the spits letting them roast gradually. Ario was staring off into the distance. The silence stretched out.
“Man…” Toharu groaned finally. “We shouldn’t have let him go alone, should we?”
“Well, he’s not really alone…” Ario tried to soothe his lover’s conscience.
“He shoots like a human girl,” Kyon said distastefully.
“Does Ranvera even know how to shoot at all?” Toharu wondered. “I never saw him shoot.”
“I think he’s afraid of guns.”
“What? Nonsense.”
“Oh alright!” Kyon stood up, growling. “I’m going after them! You two watch over the fire and the three idiots at the tree.”
“Hey, w-”
“Shh!” Kyon shushed them. “Did you hear anything?”
“Huh? I-”
“Quiet,” Toharu raised his hand to silence his lover. “From somewhere over there,” he pointed.
“Alright! Cover me!” Kyon shouted, darting forward. “Might be another moose!”
“Oh, you fucking stupid godmotherfucker,” Toharu hissed, tossing the spits with half-fried meat onto the grass and grabbing his gun. “He did it again! I said I can’t see a damn thing in those bushes! How does he expect me to-?”
In the forest, beyond their field of vision, the whiz of a dart was heard.
ooOoOoOoo

“Sir, WIMPS eliminated two, and captured three enemy soldiers, err…also one moose and two rabbits. No casualties.”
Frowning and unsure, the shaii looked at the shyu. It was true, it seemed. Still not quite gathering his wits, the shaii rested his hands on the desk. He was not yet sure if he should be glad or concerned. “No casualties, you say?”
The shyu shook his head.
“I suppose they intend to drag the moose and the rabbits to their barracks?”
“One of them, I believe called Kyon, has hanged the rabbits on his belt and refuses to hand them in. They have already eaten the moose.”
The lavender-haired man’s brow rose. “What? All of it?”
The shyu’s expression didn’t change but he gave a slight nod. “Yes, it seems they shared it with the opposing team. I heard it was quite a banquet. What should we do with the animals?” he inquired.
The prince rubbed his chin absently. An unconscious smile had stretched on his lips. “Let them keep the rabbits,” he said then. “I think they earned some spoils of war after all. Round them up in my office for a detailed report as soon as they come back to the base.”
ooOoOoOoo

The prince twirled the flag staff in his hands a few times. The flag of Longdam’s Officer Training School flapped lightly then sagged mournfully against the flag staff.
“Your achievements are quite satisfactory,” the shaii commended the savars lined up before him.
“Thank you, sir!”
“Not counting that it’s forbidden to hunt in Korama woods,” the shaii added.
The savars shifted awkwardly. In the silence that followed, an overgrown pair of flies was buzzing in circles. It had suddenly become the savars’ main object of interest in the room. A few seconds later, one of the flies hit the window near the shaii’s desk with a thud and flopped punch-drunk onto the windowsill. Goten could already see the latrine duty coming. And then the shaii threw them a lifeline.
“I guess you shot the moose accidentally, didn’t you?” he said with a conspiratorial smile.
“Of course, sir!” Goten confirmed immediately. “Then it tripped and broke its leg. We could not bear the thought of the poor animal suffering! The rabbits, too, sir! They tripped. Over the moose. I’m a very bad shot, sir! We would never hunt in Korama woods, sir!”
“Yes, yes, never mind that. I see Goten was a good choice as a squad leader,” the shaii added.
Goten wanted to say that nobody had listened to his orders anyway, but decided to just leave it be and answered with a “thank you, sir” then added, “Mostly it was Kyon’s merits.”
“Oh right, Kyon,” the shaii nodded at the savar. “You’re a sharpshooter, aren’t you?”
“Well, sir, I have been hunting since I was three. As ki-blasts are dangerous in a forest, my people use guns.”
“No need to be so modest. Your profile said you won quite a few local shooting competitions. A local celebrity, so to speak.”
Embarrassed, Kyon rubbed the back of his neck, his ears reddening. “Thank you, sir.”
“So for such a good performance, you don’t get the latrine duty.”
“Thank you, sir, that is most generous of you.”
Kyon elbowed Goten, indicating for him to keep his tongue in check.
“Let me finish talking, Goten,” the shaii said, throwing the younger male a warning look. “You’ll also have the next two days off. Do whatever you want with them. Of course, this is with the condition that I get your written reports today by seven.”
Goten nodded. “Yes, sir.”
The savars left the shaii’s office ecstatic, smiles beaming, their minds already preoccupied with planning how to spend their free time. As other savars were still in their drills or lessons, the first thing they did was write their reports. They went to Ario and Toharu’s room to work on them. They found that cooking a moose while on duty did not sound that good in a report. They decided to say that they had cooked it at the very end of the game to celebrate their victory.
In about an hour they were done with their reports and Goten carried all five of them to the shaii’s office. He tried to act humble and thanked the prince for the days off but the prince didn’t seem to hold any grudge against him for his earlier insolence and just waved him off busily.
After that, Goten went to perform his kitchen duty. He found Kyon wedged in the corner between the wall and one of the stoves, his eyes teary. He was mournfully watching the female whipsnake, which was covered in a rag and pieces of an old newspaper, half of its body soaking in a bowl of cool water. It appeared that the male whipsnake had somehow managed to make its way past the kitchen door and into the canteen. Somebody saw him and beat him to death with a stool.
The chefs were sorry for the accident and were trying to cheer Kyon up by saying that it might be that Fluffy died after doing his manly duty and the female would lay eggs in a month or two. This seemed to work and Kyon regained some of his spirit. He cautiously stroked the tip of the female’s tail then stood up and went to help the chefs to prepare today’s meal. It was carp, and haricot bean soup.
Goten couldn’t comprehend how one moment a person who slit a moose’s throat and cheerfully ate it could be crying for a dead whipsnake in another. Deciding it was not worth thinking about too much, Goten wrote it off as one of the mysteries of the mind.
About an hour later, Goten was eating his meal in the canteen together with the other savars. He would have preferred to eat in the kitchen but there were not enough places to sit. Opposite Goten, at the other side of the table, sat Kyon, who, tormented by the loss of Fluffy, was mostly playing with his food. The rest of their friends had eaten earlier and had dispersed to their barracks for a short break.
Goten was aware of friendly and curious looks coming from all sides of the canteen. Some of them were directed at him, some at Kyon. Goten sighed inwardly. Sometimes he wished he lived on a desert island. He wondered what legends and rumors had spread about him and his friends.
Goten would have liked for Kyon to cheer up but he wasn’t very good at comforting others. He could tease, jeer and threaten, but consoling someone was another thing. After realizing this, he started feeling down.
When Goten was nearly done with his meal, he saw Daram and Roland heading his way. The two joined him and Kyon at the table. Daram related that, despite the high improbability, everyone in the base, even elites, had been cheering for them to win and were very pleased when they did. They were even more pleased to have their good meals back with their return from the game.
Friendly competitions were still taking place but as one side had already lost its flag, they had become much less important. Now the competitions mattered more to the individuals themselves as it was their chance to be noticed by the representatives from Commissioned Officer Academies.
While listening to Daram, Goten glanced at Roland a few times. The Saiyan’s right hand was nearly healed already but he seemed to be careful with it while eating. Goten could still not figure out how this whole tumultuous matter between Daram and Roland had turned into a love affair. Goten had expected them to break up in a day or two but their relationship was still persisting. The two of them weren’t exactly lovey-dovey, they didn’t remind him of Ario and Toharu in the least, but there was a tranquil air around both of them, as if they had lived long years together. And then Goten thought that maybe they had. They somehow reminded him of those old couples he used to see in his village.
Once done with his meal, Goten went to help wash the dishes in the kitchen. After that, he and his friends gathered on the training field opposite the headquarters for their exercises. They had to wait about ten minutes until their drill sergeant showed up and told them to run fifteen laps around the base. He disappeared right after that as he had to supervise the competitions which were still taking place.
An hour later they hit the showers to wash off sweat and dirt and revive their bodies. Goten didn’t feel very tired and wandered off to look for someone who could lend him yesterday’s and today’s lecture notes. He chose a room where he knew there was a familiar face from the first-years. Getting the notes wasn’t difficult as he no sooner opened his mouth to ask for them than he was nearly showered with them. Thanking, he picked one at random, his choice disappointing the other two roommates.
Humming a cheerful tune under his breath, Goten returned to his room. Popularity had its own merits and he made sure to mention this to Kyon, who was still sitting on his bunk, mourning.
Goten was aware of the looks his roommates were giving him when he sat down at the only table they had in the room and started copying down the notes into his own notebook. They might have gotten two days off but he knew it did not work like that. You either did it now or never got it done because there always was such a thing as contingency.
ooOoOoOoo

“Wouldn’t it be better if you had brought Goten?”
“Shh!” Ranvera shushed him, as the beam of a flashlight briefly glittered over the window and illuminated the darkness beyond it in the shaii’s office.
“Here is your safe,” Toharu motioned to their left where a safe of rather considerable size stood against the wall. “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” he muttered, walking over to it. “We’ll be kicked out if we get caught.”
Ranvera, his heart beating madly in his chest, leaving his throat dry, could not even summon enough strength to motion for Toharu to get down. All he could do was to let out a wheezing sound.
“Calm down,” Toharu said, hearing him hyperventilating. “They’re just having a smoke.”
Ranvera cast a glance at the window again. Indeed, the light was still there but he could hear the guards’ conversational tone of voice. He let out the breath he was holding and crawled over to Toharu, who was fiddling with the safe. He cracked his laptop open a fraction to light the lock of the safe for Toharu. He could not understand how Toharu could act so calmly.
“How’s it going?” Ranvera asked.
“If I power up and crack it open, how long do you think it would take them to get in here?”
Ranvera was silent for a few seconds. “No, seriously, how’s it going?”
“It’s fine, fine, stop getting on my nerves and let me concentrate.”
“We only have five minutes until the watch changes.”
“Oh gods, will you shut up? I wish Ario were with us. He knows shit about safes but he’d have knocked you out about ten minutes ago.”
“We weren’t even in the building ten minutes ago!”
“My point exactly.”
Ranvera decided to keep his mouth shut. In the near-darkness, the laptop sparsely illuminating the needed part of the safe, he watched Toharu work. The Saiyan’s forehead was wrinkled with effort and beaded with the sweat of concentration. His tongue stuck out from between his lips. Then Ranvera heard a soft click.
“Here, your stupid safe is open. Take what you need and let’s get the fuck out of here.”
Barely able to see anything, but afraid to use more light, Ranvera’s eyes picked through the shadowy contents of the safe. With trembling hands he grabbed a bag that belonged to him and poured its contents into his rucksack then stuffed the bag with the scrap he had prepared earlier and put it back. Toharu pushed the door closed in a blink and locked the safe again. Ranvera bagged his laptop.
They shot to the door then crept through it. Ranvera’s hands trembled too much and Toharu grabbed the key from him to lock the door behind them. It was dark in the corridor and they dashed through it towards the corner. They walked carefully past a dark window. Toharu put the keycard back into the drawer of the unoccupied desk.
At the outside door, they stopped to listen but could not hear a sound. Hoping the watch was still having their smoke, Toharu opened it silently and stuck his head out to check the situation. The coast was clear and he motioned for Ranvera to follow him.
They slithered among the buildings until they reached the first barracks, then snuck inside. Toharu bought the guard’s silence, and both of them, undisturbed, climbed upstairs to Toharu and Ario’s room. Neither Ario nor his other two roommates seemed to mind much when Toharu declared that Ranvera was going to spend the night in their room. Actually, the other two roommates seemed somewhat excited at the thought. Ranvera suspected that they thought they were going to have an orgy.
ooOoOoOoo

The next morning, when the shaii came to his office, he was met with a report of someone breaking into the second armory. The two guards, who had been standing at the door, had been neutralized by an electric stun gun.
“Good morning, sir,” the shyu greeted the shaii after finding him in the storage room. “What are you looking for, sir?” the shyu asked watching the shaii ransacking through the countless shelves of surveillance disks.
“Morning. Good. Now that you’re here, find me the last night’s surveillance discs. Can’t find a thing in this mess.”
The shyu walked over the one of the shelves and took a disc that was at the very front. “Here it is, sir,” he said holding it out for the prince to take. “May I ask, sir, what happened?”
“So you haven’t read your copy of the report yet?” the shaii said, walking back to the door and into the corridor. “It seems someone knocked out the guards and broke into the second armory. Our officers are going through the inventory to check what has been stolen.”
Mulling the news over in his head, the shyu followed his superior into the corridor. “I think this is the third time that someone has broken into one of the armories, sir.”
“Oh really? This is the first for me. Did you catch them?”
“Of course, sir. There wasn’t a lot of catching, I mean. We shot them like rabbits.” He saw the look the prince was giving him. “Oh, no, sir. Those were not our savars. It had been a marauders’ raid. They came here during the night and tried to loot the guns.”
“I see,” the shaii nodded, interested. He pushed the door to his office open. “And the other time?”
“It was hardly an accident. A few elites drank too much. There were no casualties. Unless one counts a few broken ribs, arms and legs and being tossed out of the School.”
“Idiots,” the shaii muttered. He got comfortable in his chair then pulled his laptop closer. He switched it on and waited for it to boot.
“I think it was second-classes who provoked them to do that by saying there was no way they could do it,” the shyu continued. “They were also drunk but did not participate. If I remember correctly, they probably received kitchen or latrine duty and were fined a handsome sum.”
The laptop booted and the shaii inserted the disc. When he opened it, there were seven folders. He found the one which stored the surveillance video from the first armory. He turned the laptop so that the shyu would be able to see it.
The thieves had broken into the armory through the door facing the launch pod, where they could not be seen from the guard tower. The launch pod was well-lit, but that did not help to identify the three men as they had been wearing masks. They shot the guards from a distance then unlocked the door and went into the armory. Two minutes later they appeared carrying a few sacks and disappeared into the night.
“Why don’t we have an alarm system?”
The shyu scratched his head. “Well, it’s either the alarm or the guards, sir. The guards are cheaper.”
“I see.” The prince opened another folder.
“The headquarters, sir?”
“Well, they did have a keycard. I presume they had simply generated one, but who knows.”
The movement on the video appeared at about half past twelve. The electronically locked door was unlocked and pushed open. Two dark figures snuck inside. A few seconds later, someone, very likely one of the guards, passed the window and it became lighter in the corridor.
“Sir, they are going in the wrong direction,” the shyu said. “They got the keycard, yet they are going…”
“I think they look familiar,” the shaii drawled.
The two figures disappeared into the shyu’s office. The surveillance camera did not reach there, leaving them to stare at the shadowy corridor. The shyu was scandalized.
“Sir! They broke into my office!” he exclaimed.
“So I see,” the shaii nodded. “They are aiming for the safe.” He closed the video then the folder itself. He opened another which presented the view of the shyu’s office. He watched the men work in the glow of the laptop screen. They watched the video until the men exited. The prince closed his laptop.
“Alright, get me Toharu Amatachinna and Ranvera Aika here this instant. And announce a search of the entire base, as soon as we have the list of the missing inventory.”
The shyu saluted. “Yes, sir.”
“Oh, and Goten. Goten Bardock. Get him here as well.”
The shyu turned to go then faltered. “Are these three linked to the robbery in the armory?”
The shaii left his chair. “Not likely.” He walked over to the window. He looked at the two flies on the windowsill. One of them was already dried up, the other crawling around on the pane in meek circles. “But after I’m done with them, they will wish they had robbed it.”
ooOoOoOoo

The shaii stared fiercely at Goten’s uncomprehending face. No matter how absurd it seemed, the shaii realized that he loved seeing Goten baffled. And the more baffled, the better. He could stare day and night at that baffled face.
“They did what?” Goten repeated.
“Broke into the safe in the shyu’s office,” the shaii repeated with delight.
Goten’s head snapped towards Toharu and Ranvera, who were silently standing at the wall behind him. He stared at them for a few seconds. The shaii could swear he could see the wheels and cogs turning in Goten’s spiky head. Then the third-class’s head snapped back to look at the prince.
“And what do I have to do with this, sir?”
Impressed, the shaii leaned back in his chair. Goten had just dissociated himself from his friends...a fuck-buddy and a friend to be exact. No questions asked, no reprimands muttered, he had simply left their business to them. And it was probably fine; it was how it was supposed to be. Except that he was not going to make it fine.
“You’re the squad leader. It’s your responsibility.”
Goten’s eyes seemed to bulge out of their sockets. “My what, sir?” Goten muttered in disbelief. His face turned red and he took a few steps forward towards the shaii’s desk. “There’s no squad!” he growled out, momentarily forgetting who he was talking to. “I’m no leader of no fucking squad and I sure as hell-”
The shaii’s lavender eyebrows rose. “What?” His palms found purchase on the surface of his desk and he rose from his chair a fraction. “Going to punch me again?”
Whatever Goten was going to say next was cut off by that dangerously glittering sapphire stare. It took him a few moments to gather his wits. Then he closed his mouth and stepped back, away from the shaii’s desk. He tried to look as humble and apologetic as possible.
“No, sir. Never intended to.”
The prince gave him a somewhat disappointed look then eased himself back into his chair. His attention went to the other two savars behind Goten.
“So what did you take from the safe?”
Seeing the situation was getting worse and worse by the minute, Ranvera decided to admit everything. Besides, he was convinced that the shaii already knew. “Sir, I took the software which had been confiscated from me before I entered this School.”
The shaii nodded. “For what purpose?”
“Uhh. The purpose, sir? Uhh…”
Ranvera tried very hard to think. It was not that easy with that piercing blue stare directed right at him. He knew the shaii disliked him. Whether it was because of that stupid porn movie or his looks or his pheromones, the shaii simply did not like him.
“So you can’t deny that you wanted to do something illegal again?”
Ranvera blanched. He wished he had come up with something faster, instead of the shaii asking the questions and supplying the answers to them all by himself.
“Sir, no, sir! I…it’s like a game, sir. I like testing whether I can…” Ranvera shifted uneasily.
“It’s still illegal,” the shaii pointed out.
“I was not going to do any harm, sir.”
“Yes, and I’m a Fairy Godmother.” The three savars gave him blank looks. The shaii waved it off dismissively. He coughed slightly to clear his throat. “Never mind.” His gaze went to Toharu. “And what about you? What can you say for yourself?”
“I did it for the money, sir.”
“I see. How much did Ranvera pay you?”
“Ten thousand credits, sir.”
The shaii whistled. “That’s a lot of money.”
Toharu nodded dryly. “Yes, sir.”
“Did you know what you were going to steal?”
“I thought it was some private porn stock, sir.”
For a few seconds it was completely silent in the office.
“Who would go to such lengths for porn, you idiot?!”
“I would, sir,” Toharu admitted honestly.
Something whirled through the air. Toharu was just in time to duck his head to avoid it. A desk lamp shattered against the wall behind him.
“Get out! Get the fuck out, all of you, this instance or I’ll expel you!”
Panting with rage, the shaii watched them scurry out the door. He could hear their feet scuttling down the corridor then hitting the stairs, the vibration of the staircase reaching even his office.
Exhaling loudly, the prince dropped into his chair. He breathed in and out a few times to calm the urge to wring Toharu’s neck. From outside he heard the door leading to the headquarters slam shut. He stood up to watch the three savars heading towards their squads that were doing the morning drill with the drill sergeant yelling his lungs out at them.
“So I guess we are safe for now,” Ranvera said timidly. He felt the urge to hide behind Toharu as Goten turned to offer him the most piercing stare he had ever seen.
“Don’t talk to me. Don’t approach me. Don’t even look at me,” Goten hissed out at Ranvera.
“Hey, all’s well that ends well.”
“Porn?!” Goten snarled at Toharu. “Porn?!” he repeated. “We are lucky we are still alive! Go fuck yourself, idiot!”
Toharu and Ranvera stared at Goten’s back while he was running towards the seventh squad.
“What the hell was that?” Toharu wondered. “One would think he was already used to getting into shit up to his neck.”
Ranvera rolled his eyes. “Must be those days of the month.”
“That’s not even funny. But you know what’s funny?”
“What is?”
“He wanted it. He really wanted it. Damn.”
“Wanted it?” Ranvera asked. “Who wanted what?”
“The shaii. He wanted Goten to hit him.”
“Of course, he wanted it. He’d have thrown Goten out of the School in a blink!”
Toharu gave him the grin of a madman. “No, quite the opposite. He would have locked up that naïve fool on the base forever.”
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