1945 CH 1: 1917 to 1939
Author: japancat
Content Rating: T-13
Published: 2012-07-02 00:51:51
Tags: Yu Yu Hakusho, Kirin



Summary:
Kirin's time in the army... Leading to when he gets a place in the government.

Author´s Notes and Disclaimers:
I don't know what compelled me to start writing this but I did. Maybe because I'm such a history nerd and I wanted to incorporate that into my writing… More than Lovecraft Anon and Ride like the Wind already do, apparently. So all this is from the point of view on Kirin and the focus is on Mukuro's rule. He doesn't get enough recognition… Mostly because we would feel no loss by not having him in the series at all anyway. So without further ado, let me go on. And let it run through your minds as you read this that I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho. I will explain the years in the next chapter. It's weird. Okay so there isn't much importance on the ranks so you don't need to research that at all. The bit about Kirin wishing to send his family the warmth from Mukuro's hand was actually a reference to an actual event in the Soviet Union. This worker in a factory had shaken hands with Premier Josef Stalin and he rushed home to his sleeping son. He put his hand on his head so that he too could "feel the warmth from Stalin's touch." (Radzinsky, Edvard. Stalin. New York: Random House Inc, 1996.) Not my characters. Not even Kirin.
Chapter 1
First Chapter | Next Chapter


I was told that I was schizophrenic when I was in the army. I was a corporal back then. It's not so bad or so shameful like people think. Not as much people say so in other countries. (Sometimes I wonder if Yomi could relate.) In my home country, the one taken under Mukuro's wing, it's not uncommon to be diagnosed with schizophrenia so if you happen to be a person who gets that and multiple personalities confused you pretty much are the village idiot. I also think we're all schizophrenics. I wouldn't be surprised if the census told us that. I imagine the psychologists agreeing wholeheartedly.

But I'm getting off topic. I remember this one occasion pretty clearly, like it was yesterday. I had a close friend, he was a staff sergeant and I remember that he was from the same town and he ran away from his family to join the army- just like I did. There was so much more that we had in common and I could go on for days about it. The staff sergeant's name was… What his name was doesn't exist in the dictionaries where they have children's names. See? That just proves that I might be insane. The only personal thing I can state for a fact was that he was from my town only because he had the same accent I do- this one people in the capital call a Southern twang. (Basically what I've been told is that we have this tin can sound to our voice, whatever that means.) We didn't really talk too much until one day we were in the same foxhole. He turns around and he fires his rifle and his kills this Grandaran soldier. I thanked him for that.

"What? You thought I would let you die like that? You kiddin me? You're my comrade. What's your name? Kirin, you say? Well, now I know who owes me a favor." After a few hours we managed to make it back to the barracks safely. If he really held me to that I would have owed him thousands of favors, no matter how small. I probably only paid him back two or three times really.

He was a poet. I have a few of his poems hidden in my room. I don't know how I was able to write these without myself knowing since the guy isn't real. It's not my handwriting, which is weird, but it's there. I remember one clearly.

"Once I was walking in a sea of cemented wall buildings
A sort of napalm or firework high above my head
Behind his tail trailed a sparkler of color
Like a moth flying on fire

When that moth should spit on my mother
I know the devilish phoenix shall rise again
And the moth was held by a kite string
Pulled by the graceful hands of My Lord
I light my cigarette with the crack-crackling of my lighter
Crashes all around me
Explosions ahead of me
Cries from below
Gurgles of the men overseas
Gun bangs bring the apocalypse
And I still admire the beauty of Mukuro's kite

I am a fool."

I was slightly offended by the message but I gave the right to him, which was actually pretty liberal of me. I loved Mukuro. Mukuro was great. "He" was my one and only leader and I couldn't imagine living anywhere else. Hell, everything else looked like eternal damnation as long as Mukuro wasn't there. But the staff sergeant had the right to think. (Thinking about it now, I probably didn't love "him" as much as I liked to think I did. If this staff sergeant wasn't real… It could be multiple personalities but I don't know how psychology works.)

He/I panicked one day when he was on leave. His/my publisher accidentally published that poem in a magazine in a magazine (which doesn't exist and apparently never did. I checked and the Hitchhiker's Today never existed at any point.) He called me and he was weeping. He was afraid he would be punished. He knew people who wrote such things were always reported to the authorities. But there were always trials, right? I don't know anyone who was ever called in for jury duty. (I actually later found out that you had to go to some specialized school to be a juror. And not only that, you also had to take a test to measure your moral reasoning. What I've been told is that at the bery least you should base your morals only on law and order. It's tough work, I heard.)

So I called him two days after that…

"STAFF SERGEANT? That's a strange name. Anyway, I've lived here for years and I've had this same number for years. You sure you don't have the wrong number because I sure as hell know that you got a wrong number."

"Yes. I'm sure. But I know for a fact…"

"If you keep calling me like this I'll call the Ground Troopers on your ass and they'll take you away so fast you won't know what hit you. I'm not taking anymore of this harassment. Go feed a cow or something you hillbilly Joe."

And it was over. With that slamming of the phone. It was over. I didn't know who to talk about it so I told the first sergeant and he referred me to a counselor.

The first thing he said after I told him everything: "So corporal… Tell me, do you often, say, hear voices when you're alone or do you often see things that other people don't?"

"Are you accusing me of being crazy! I'm not crazy!"

"No. I'm saying nothing of the sort. Have you ever used drugs like maybe meth, marijuana, maybe LSD? I'm not judging you if you do. It's just a detail to consider."

"Now I'm an addict. I'm not taking any more of this."

"Please- calm down. I'm not accusing you of anything. In order for me to make an accurate diagnosis I must know some information. Your condition causes concern."

"What condition are we talking about?"

"Answer the question, sir. Let's start with the simplest one. Do you or have you ever used a psychedelic or hallucinogenic drug?"

That's a given. You can't join the military when you use that stuff. It's illegal anyway. "God no."

"Have you ever previously encountered a situation in which you heard voices in your head when there was no one there? Or have you seen anything that no one else saw? Say, what's the generic term, as in pink elephants?"

"No. Never. What does this have to do with anything?" I was starting to get pissed at this point. I refused to connect his questions to what I came to him about.

"Have you ever gotten stuck in a strange position like if you were to stretch and you were unable to move your body after that?"

"No. Why?"

"Have you ever been told by others that you exhibit strange behavior like talking to someone and people asked you who you were talking to? Being on the phone doesn't count by the way."

"No. Are you really accusing me of being crazy? There's nothing wrong with me. Why are you asking me about all this? All I wanted to know was where STAFF SERGEANT went or what happened to home. First sarge thinking I'm grieving or something?"

"Was STAFF SERGEANT really his name?"

"Yes. Strange name, I know. He said he would have preferred his parents naming him something like Unique."

"Yes, quite strange. Are you completely sure?"

"Yeah. It was on his name plate."

He called the nurse in and asked her to go through the archives to find STAFF SERGEANT's name. While she was gone, the counselor asked me to tell him about STAFF SERGEANT. After about twenty minutes the nurse came back empty handed and whispered into the counselor's ear and left looking nervous. The counselor groaned.

"How honest have you been with me, corporal? Just tell me on a scale of one to ten with one being completely dishonest, how honest you are."

"A ten." I started to dread the news.

"Well, corporal, I hate to break it to you but STAFF SERGEANT isn't in the archives. He never existed."

"You're lying." And my blood went cold at that point.

"The nurse saw no record of him."

"You're lying. She didn't look through all the records. I saw him last week. He's a staff sergeant. You can't throw a person at that rank away. You know how hard it is to get there? He was there. You can call all of the E company. He was there. He was there!"

"Please, calm down. Surely there must be a mistake."

"A mistake your nurse made!" I stood up and I started to imagine myself wrapping my hands around his throat and strangling him. He was lying and I knew it.

"Or a mistake on your part. Do you have a family history of mental disorder in your family such as schizophrenia?"

"I'm not crazy! You're all against me! You want to take something from me."

"No it's not a problem. Your condition could just as easily treatable I just want you to take your medication."

"I won't take it! I don't have a problem! You're all crazy! Not me! I know STAFF SERGEANT is real! I know it!"

"Corporal, calm down or I'll be forced to…"

"You're wrong! You're wrong!" He pushed a button just as I grabbed the chair so I could throw it at him. Somehow he was able to keep himself from harm in the few minutes it took for the two men to come into the room. The men grabbed me by the arm and then I felt this pinch… The next thing I knew I was in a hospital bed in my own room. There wasn't even a nurse in there.

I was trying to figure out just where the hell I was because I had never been in the infirmary before so I had no way of knowing if that was where I was. (I usually got my battle wounds taken care of by myself. I heard some ugly things about the infirmary.) I heard these two voices outside and then in walked these two people. One was THE GENERAL and the other was Mukuro. I struggled to get out of bed to salute THE GENERAL but I didn't know what I as supposed to do in Mukuro's presence. I've never seen "him" in the flesh until that point nor had I ever met anyone who knows proper etiquette when meeting someone of "his" status. Of course "he" waved a hand that I shouldn't bother. I didn't feel right staying in bed but I couldn't get up. I was still feeling lightheaded. But this was the absolute ruler. I wouldn't just stay there. I wanted to get up and well, I didn't know what I wanted to do. Kiss "his" feet? Bow?

THE GENERAL opened the door and leaned out. "Auch, man! How much drugs did you put ibto my man here? He's over here drooling like he's blind deaf and dumb. If you didn't think he was clean before- you don't give him a choice! What did he do that made you make him so high?" I heard some explanation. "Okay, sure but you didn't need to drug the boy up!" He slammed the door all dramatic and shook his head. At that time he would have been at home if you put him on a stage. (Never been to a play before but I often imagine the people would have looked like him at that time.) "Honestly! People these days! (As someone put it that was his catchphrase. I swallowed that, shut upm and accepted that view.) The second someone causes the slightest problem they go and fill him up with drugs. People these days!"

"If need be I'll look for someone to replace them," Mukuro said simply.

"I'm honored but I don't want to burden you with the stupidity of my own men. I'll take care of it myself. You have more important matters to tend to." THE GENERAL SHRUGGED. "so corporal Kirin. How do you feel?"

I think I answered that everything was just fine but I think it came out wrong because then Mukuro asked, "What time does that clock say it is?"

I do remember saying nine-nine-nine. It was an honest answer, okay? I've always had trouble telling time off a traditional clock. It's not my fault.

The two looked at each other confused but accepted it. THE GENERAL finally said, "So I bet you can't think of a good reason why the two of us decided to go visit you. I, as I'm sure you know, am the second in command to Lord Mukuro and I am interested in recruiting you as my assistant." I hope I asked why asked why instead of groaning. The result was the same anyway. "Well, corporal, if you have the ability to remember and I don't blame you if you don't- I inspected your company and I asked you all sorts of questions which you not only answered to standard but you also answered beautifully. After I left I began to think, why were you just a private first class at that point? You deserve to be at least a lieutenant. Though a master sergeant or a command sergeant would be a good start… \But a man of your caliber deserves to be my assistant. So my question to you is- are you willing to do me the honor of taking the job?"

Looking back on it, I know that I really had no choice. I mean, the guy would have kept trying to sweet talk me into taking the job until I got tired and just accepted. Either that or I would have mysteriously disappeared. I'm glad I was foolish enough to take the job.

"For the record, if you were wondering, I wanted to meet my assistant's assistant. I like to know who I'm working with…" And I think that was just the tip of the iceberg for Mukuro. I'll be getting to that later. "So what are you in for? In the hospital, I mean. Alone."

"Schizophrenia," I answered. My lightheadedness was going away at that point. "Just because… Yeah. I have schizophrenia and it got out of hand."

"Shame. But I've met many. Most of them are geniuses… What a world we live in."

"General… Have you ever heard the name STAFF SERGEANT before?" I just had to ask.

He looked like I just puked on his shoe or something for a minute. "Sounds like gibberish to me."

"Any name foreign to us sounds like gibberish. If you met me on the street I'm sure you would have thought Mukuro was a strange name too," Mukuro said.

"I think it's a wonderful name."

"Too bad I don't take empty compliments too well."

"Well said, my lord, well said." He turned back to me. "So what made you think of this STAFF SERGEANT?"

"He was really sad the other day. I wrote this stupid poem and… someone didn't like it so… I haven't heard from him since. Look, I asked the first sergeant and he told me to come here. The next thing I know I'm told I'm a schizophrenic. It has to be done… Yeah… That's all."

"Poets have it bad. They have the greatest talents and they have the greatest payment to make. Shame." And with Mukuro's comment, the two left.

So you're probably wondering- Am I really honestly schizophrenic or do I really believe that I have it? I don't know. That's my answer. Mukuro didn't force me tp accept that diagnosis at any point in time but "he" didn't say whether there was truth to the diagnosis. "He" would later tell me that he didn't believe it but I'm not sure whether I should take "his" word for it at any point. At least that explained why he allowed someone who was supposedly so unreliable in a high position.

Okay I admit it. I don't believe that I'm schizophrenic. But what schizophrenic or anyone else with a similar illness says they have it with their oiwn awareness. And going to quote the more recent number two (he was in the position for six months actually, more or less.) His name, if you're not aware, is Hiei and he'll be in there later. "Crazy people don't think they're crazy. If you say that you are then you're crazy, then you're not, you're just attention whoring. They never think they have a problem and they only way they'd know is if someone told them they have one. A schizo doesn't go around telling people they're schizo. You ever see someone walk into a mental hospital and tell the nurse to lock them up because they think they belong there? Hell no. Someone has to drag them in. It's common sense."

So maybe I am and I don't know it. I don't know. I really don't. Like I said before, most people I'm from have the problem.

I think the nurse couldn't afford to let some good gossip get away because as soon as I came back half my platoon looked at me with envy and one demanded I tell him what it was like to see the two in person like that. I gave him some blown up speech about how wonderful it was and how I wasn't worthy. Really what I remembered thinking was that I always thought the king was bigger. I won't lie to you. I really saw him and I thought, "Wow, he's tiny!" "He's" scrawny in general. I have a feeling malnutrition might have something to do with it.

That's not the point.

I was forced to lie. I couldn't be honest in a nation where you are forced to dream only of your king and serving him. And I was one of them until that point.

Let me define the level of this issue. Here's what I know at the time. You love Mukuro, right? So you would show your love by A- joining the military, B- getting a job, or C- going tp school in preparation for said job most likely. So if you were an unemployed truant and possible draft dodger then you were the scum of the earth. (Personally I think so. It has nothing to so with my loyalty to the state. I think you're a lazy S.O.B. by being any one of those.) You don't love Mukuro, you don't deserve to live. If you don't get your crap together then it's time to say goodbye.

You should also never ever say anything bad about Mukuro. Now it sounds egotistical and possibly a bit like it's brainwashing but it's just common sense. You don't talk your crap about your own mother do you? It's different? Think of it this way- who's the highest respected person in your home? Your mother because she was the one who put more labor into birthing you. Who's the highest respected person in the government? The king because he puts the most effort to maintain order in our homeland, his child. If you still don't understand then we must come from radically different worlds.

But back on task you say anything wrong then you'll regret it. You go to jail for a long time. That's what I've been told but I've never seen it happen. I guess I lived in a bad area.

No, I just had a long way to go.

So I was allowed to leave the army and go home. I actually was never told what would happen to me following the end of the war. You would have thought THE GENERAL would have given me a place to report to. He never did. At the time I just thought he forgot and was disappointed.

Until one day he knocked on the door. I was out back doing some chores. When I heard the knock I figured it was just some of my father's friends coming over for a beer. Then my mother came into the room and she was crying.

She asked me, "Are you being court-martialed or whatever it is they call it?"

I was really confused. "No. Why?"

"The… The general's here to see you."

I instantly knew what he was here for. I told her that I didn't commit any crimes and that he offered me a job. She didn't understand so she cried even more. I came into the main rioom and my father was there smoking a cigarette with that look of silent admiration. (I guess this was something to talk about over beers.) The general stood up and I saluted him. He shrugged and returned the gesture.

"I don't think you were expecting me. You don't happen to have your things packed, do you? Well, that's fine. I'll let you get it done quickly and then we can get to the capital."

"The capital!" my mother shrieked. "Why the capital?"

"I offered your son a job with me during the war and it was an offer that he accepted. For him to do his job I need him to come with me to the capital."

"So he'll never come back?"

"No, he can come back. Don't worry." She had nothing to say so the general went and started to talk to my father. I walked away to get packing.

My mother followed me to my room still looking sick. "So… Don't you go with any strange girls in the capital There are some filthy girls there."

"Mother, first the girls from Grandara and now the girls om the capital. You never let me have any fun."

"Oh… Why did you have to go an accept his offer?"

"You still have BROTHER to carry on the family tradition. I'll come back every chance I get. I'm not replacing you all with someone else. And I'll get to see the king. Isn't that wonderful?"

"Oh… Yes but I don't want you to go." She leaned against the door-frame and wiped the tears away with her arm.

I lied to her again and told her I would be coming back home. Okay, it wasn't quite a lie. I just never had a chance to return. No one ever tried to contact me since. I think my mother was too bitter to allow any contact with me. I don't know if my brother ever found out about my position prior to the media's announcement or if he just always thought I was just one lucky runaway.

On the way to the capital, the general asked me, "So are you on medication for your schizophrenia?"

"No. They saw I could control it well." Actually they did give me medication. I threw it down the sink. He accepted that answer, at least. Maybe I'm too good of a liar.

"Today should be an easy drive. It's Mukuro's birthday. People are pretty laid back in the capital. We never have parades here or anything. People just don't want to work. Some part of town has a small carnival sometimes. That's only if people feel up to organizing something. But I tell you what, I'll show you around town and tomorrow we can report to Mukuro."

"Why can't we do that today?" I was really disappointed.

"Well, it takes a few hours to get to the capital so it would be late when we report to Mukuro. He likes doing things nice bright and early. It's also a national holiday so he wants us to kick back and relax. Besides that I want you to know where everything is in the city. It'd be bad if you were to go somewhere in the capital and you didn't know where it was."

That was a half truth. "He" really doesn't want people to work on holidays. It's a requirement though. No one complains about a day they don't have to work, though. I can also believe what the rest of he said was true as well. What he didn't tell me was the real reason why no one can talk to the king on "his" birthday. (Well, you really can, but I don't recommend it. No matter how circumstances may change it.)

There was some small carnival that day in the Eastern part of town. Some farmers made a nonprofit one that day because they had overproduced. That's all I really remember about it. I was too busy feeling important being near THE GENERAL. I could hear my heart pounding in my eras in excitement. I kept thinking, "I get to see Lord Mukuro tomorrow. I get to see Lord Mukuro tomorrow."

So the next day came and we reported to Mukuro that morning. I got to shake "his" hand. I remember wishing I could write about it in a letter and I remember wishing everyone in my family would be able to touch it so they feel the warmth from "his" hand.

THE GENERAL and Mukuro both went into some rapid fire conversation in a whisper. Then Mukuro turned to me and asked, "So have you been on medication? Like lithium?"

As I answered no, THE GENERAL asked "him," "How do you know about medications? Isn't that a metal too?"

"I know a lot of medications like Prozac, Zoloft, Cymbalta, Abilify, Seroquil… Things like that. Lithium is a medication. I think it helps with bipolar disorder now that I think about it. Well, that isn't the point. Welcome back, Corporal, no… Welcome back, Kirin."

I honestly was on the verge of tears. I thanked him again and again. Henceforth my job was set.

…And then I began to notice the minor inconsistencies…

END OF SESSION 1—NOTE THAT SOME NAMES HAVE BEEN DELETED FOR VARIOUS PURPOSES

Score It:

(1 = lowest, 5= highest)
Chapter 1
First Chapter | Next Chapter
Report Abuse